As Amaryllis spoke Zakroti stared back towards her, glaring back into her eyes with the same icy stare that his grandfather had given him just minutes before, his eyes locked on to hers and unmoving though set with a certain authoritative fire. His face was emotionless, conveying neither anger nor displeasure but instead a rather blank look. For a moment it looked almost as if he wasn't paying Miry any attention, but this would be disproven when he broke contact suddenly, snapping his eyes to Miry and running them up and down her at the very mention of her surname.

"Cassiel you say? I know that name. Your sister decided it would be a wise plan to shoot a bow at my cousin." Zakroti let a small smile creep across his face as he spoke, his eyes slightly hinting at a form of nostalgia as he reminisced about the moment an arrow flew past the convey of lords. It had been a glorious moment as the heavily armoured figures a foot taller than him cowered for cover in the face of a girl with a bow. Hilarious, in hindsight, though he supposed at the time none of them really had anyway to tell it wasn't truly an ambush; He vividly remembered thinking for a moment on that day that perhaps a Gem Lord had finally gathered his spirits. "Yes, that amused me to no end..." He trailed off slowly...

Zakroti cleared his throat as he snapped back to the present and paused as he looked over the small girl in front of him, the same thin smile still stuck to his face as he did. She certainly did not have the same determination around her as he sister did. He had seen the bowwomans name being taken after the fact and had heard rumours that the lords were planning on taking her sister as revenge though he had assumed the pair would have been somewhat similar. Apparently not. Now the plot made even more sense. "But you, you lack her... Disposition it seems. Do calm yourself, Aymiria, you needn't be so fearful, I won't harm you without reason." He noted her tearful appearance and paused again. If she had been brought here, then hwr sister almost certainly had been brought here as well. Perhaps the siblings parting of ways had done such? He approached the cloak he had just discarded, rummaging through it until he found a small piece of neatly cut cloth, placing it into her hands "Here. Dry your tears. Take a moment if you must."

Zakroti took a step back away from Aymiria before continuing "Aymiria and Amaryllis; Fine names for fine girls. Do you have a contraction or nickname you would prefer?"  He inquired, making sure to watch Amaryllis as he said the words 'fine girls', gouging her reaction with a wry smile on his face before alternating his gaze between the pair once again and speaking "I am Zakroti of Unalim, I am apparently to be your husband and believe me I do not much care for this situation anymore than the pair of you, though I acknowledge I have the somewhat less raw side of the deal I can confirm that it is still rather rotten over here. Not that I wish to imply the pair of you are not satisfying, you shall serve your purposes nicely I am certain, merely that I see this practice as a terrible waste of my time really. Unfortunately, orders are orders and so both sides of this equation must learn to live with it. There are two positions you may take in this scenario; You can be my wives or you can be my concubines and I assure you the first position is a far more desirable and comfortable one than the latter." Zakroti stared directly at Amaryllis as he finished his sentence, making it quite clear exactly who he was directing that little part of his speech to. 


The carrot and the stick were wonderful tools when it came to convincing people to do as they were told, though he had a rather irritating feeling that Amaryllis would be resistant to it until he managed to find what it was she cared for and what irked her. He furrowed his brow slightly, considering his next words carefully before speaking. He did not want to give anything away but to instead leave it as ambiguous as possible; Wording was important. "By this I mean; If you are good to me I shall be good to you. If you are bad to me, well, expect only negativity in response. A fair enough state of affairs, I would say, yes?"

Zakroti strode past the two girls, heading towards the far side of the room and taking a silver pitcher from the table. He glanced down into it with a small grunt, noting it's contents and swirling it around quickly. There was the distinctive clunk as the ice cubes collided with the silver of the pitcher. Zakroti exhaled softly and poured three drinks, one for himself and one for each of the girls. Then, he placed each of the glasses on to the platter at sat beside the pitcher and took a moment to examine it and its ornate markings, just another sign that no expense had been sparred in the Shadow Wroth. His thoughts went back to the first time this place would have been used for this peace ritual, back when it must have seemed alien rather than an immutable fact of life. Did it look like this then? Or had this only been done later with the express purpose of placating later Drakken Lords? He made a mental note to look for a book on the subject in his library upon returning home

Finally, he lifted the ornate silver platter from the table and rested it in his right hand. Quickly, he turned to the two girls and broight it over to them, motioning to the glasses with his free hand "A drink, if you desire it. Do not be worried, it is merely water. I am not trying to poison you." He held the tray out towards them to offer the glasses to them, glancing to the liquid with a small frown, though it was hard to discern whether he was disappointed with the contents of the glasses or with something else entirely.


"Which does remind me, actually, to ask what elements would be? In fact, share a little about yourselves. The trails will freeze over in the midnight chill so we shall not return home till the next morn, and as three of us are in metaphorical binds now, thanks in no small  part to this silly peace agreement and my grandfathers insatiable lust for familial prestige, we may as well become acquainted." He gave another weak smile as he said that, glancing to the door as if expecting someone to come through, frowning slightly when they didn't and returning his attention to the two brides.