[h3][color=00667c]Praeth[/color][/h3]
[color=pink]Tirza[/color]
[color=ed145b]Nadia[/color]
[color=gold]Araxie[/color]
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[color=pink][i]"We both can play a mean game"[/i][/color]
Praeth had the intention to block anything sent at him, but he foresaw the outcome from Tirza's preparation in using her element and decided to humor her. The kiss on his lips was laughable, he was not unused to contact, rather, it was nothing new. Attempting to fluster him with a straightforward kiss was difficult to say the least. The words whispered in his ear, on the other hand, brought a thin smile to his lips, 
[color=00667c]"Play all you like, but I assure you, it will not take more than 4 hours before things become unbearable for ones who are trained, it will become torturous throughout the night. I would watch your demeanor carefully for this coming event~"[/color] Praeth muttered aloud, whimsically as though he was talking to nobody, although Tirza knew very well who he was talking to. 

Praeth leisurely walked back to his cloak, donning it over his shoulders as it settled along his back. His voice took on a matter of authority, it was leaps and bounds different from his cooing voice mere moments ago.

[color=00667c]"We will be going to the banquet now, I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. I give the three of you free reign within the banquet hall, but the safest place is beside me. Wander, and your apt to run into trouble, which would trouble me rather greatly."[/color]

As Praeth carefully placed his imposing mask over his eyes, the three girls could feel a tingling sensation along their right forearms. It was not uncomfortable, but something that had simply no words to describe. If they were to look, it would appear as if something was being literally painted onto their wrists with a watery dark blue ink. It was only a few inches along the wrist, but it showed a dragon coiling itself about the circumference of the forearm. It was the same seal Praeth had used when he had submitted his request to the Court. The mark lay just under the skin, the faint colors having notable contrast between the skin and the dragon, yet it was not so loud as to beckon one's gaze.

[color=00667c]"It's a technique of the far East aptly named the 'Water Tattoo', it involves staining the skin with water and is practically impossible to remove without removing skin itself. That is your 'mark', flaunt it or hide it, that announces that you all are mine."[/color]

Without a second glance, Praeth opened the door without a sound. His attendant, Averus, seemed intent on Praeth's face, but his excited features slowly switched to one of disappointment. It seemed not even his attendant had seen his face.

[i][color=00667c]"You'll have to forgive me Averus, it's too risky. My features could betray my origins for any native Drakken older than I."[/color][/i]

It pained Praeth to hide his face from his own subordinate, but he felt it a necessary measure. With a swing of his hand, Praeth instructed Averus to bring up the flank of the three girls, his glance behind his mask requesting that his brides follow him. Curtly, with a demeanor akin to the words "let's get this over with", Praeth made his way to the banquet hall with his brides and attendant in tow. He was already mentally consumed with what was to come, the floor echoed beneath his feet and he soon came to the doorstep of the banquet hall.