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[h1][color=bc8dbf]Lord Cuwarr Naxremis[/color][/h1]

Husband of [color=f7941d]Kalani[/color] ([@karamonnom]), his auburn rose, and of Amalia Solair ([@Belle])

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Cuwarr formally accept Amalia as his second bride, and immediately, they begin to prepare for their departure from Shadow Worth.  Cuwarr wonders about the repercussions of the clash, and believe a civil war may occur back in Drakka.  Cuwarr and his family arrive outside of the fortress as they begin to pile into the carriages provided by the house Naxremis.
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"And, most of all, hatred is motivation without purpose."  Cuwarr allowed a gentle smile to form on his lips, though, he refused to make any physical contact with the gem at the moment.  He had to admit that his fingers twitched for his blade when Amalia rested her hand on his.  Silently, the warlord cursed Sorici for making him so vulnerable, so paranoid of a race that were as dangerous as a fly with a stick.  Truly, his underestimation of the gems almost led to his downfall.  He remembered the sight of the murdered drakken in the room, and how he never expected the gems would be able to do it.  However, now, the possibility of that murder being the work of a gemminite was beginning to become quite plausible.  The warlord let out a sigh as Kalani delivered her final verdict, taking sanctuary in her judgement.  He nodded at his first wife, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before he grabbed the longbow from his back.  Like with Sorici and Kalani, he took one of the roses decorating the limbs of the bow, and placed it gingerly behind Amalia's ear as he quickly withdrew his hand.  "Know that I chose you because my first wife, Kalani, deemed you worthy.  Do not disappoint her."  His introduction, voice, and poise were distinctly different from when he first met Sorici and Kalani.  All traces of formality, class, and gentleness were swept away, replacing Cuwarr's speech with nothing more than cold glass-- transparent, emotionless.  "Welcome to House Naxremis, Amalia."

Sorici did all of these to him, and how he loathed for it.

He couldn't help but also feel bad for Amalia-- she didn't deserve this coldness from him.  Cuwarr recalled the time when he had painted with Kalani and Sorici, the time when he got to know more about them.  Everything he did and revealed for Sorici was such a waste, and it was a shame that it wasn't Amalia who witnessed all of it.  The renegade gem had turned the gentle warlord into a paranoid, untrusting version of himself.  And, only Krenta knew when he would go back to normal.  While the two gems were interacting, Cuwarr detected a tinge of jealousy coming from Kalani's tone which had turned colder when she spoke to Amalia.  The rather silent gem apparently got more talkative when her emotions ran high.  The warlord took this information down for future use, but his core felt a bit warmer when he realized that Kalani's feelings for him may run deeper than what he had expected.

Instantly, Cuwarr coiled his arm around Kalani's waist, pulling her flush against his side before he spun around for the main door of Shadow Worth.  He had spent too much time in this god-forsaken fortress, and if he didn't leave, the memories would keep haunting him.  With but a whistle, the four deathsword guards gathered to Cuwarr's side as the drakken guards instantly surrounded the second wife to make sure that she followed him and Kalani.

"Qiorach, fetch Amalia's things and bring it to my carriage.  Also, prepare for departure.  I have had enough of Shadow Worth."  Cuwarr shook his head before Pezach ran to his side.

"Dominus, I think this news will be worth your time."  Pezach reported as Cuwarr craned his head to look at him.  "A war has started between Unalim and Huron's factions.  Apparently, a skirmish had occurred which resulted in the death of more than one gem, and a few more guards on each side.  I do not know the full details, but the main kingdom of Drakka will not be the same after all of this is over."

"A civil war, perhaps."  Cuwarr mumbled.  "But, as long as they do not attack Sudreth, our territory, they can bite off each other's throats for all I care."  The warlord shook his head in thought before realizing that once they go back to Drakka, the king would probably call on the meeting of the Drakken Council.  And, inevitably, Cuwarr would be forced to attend being one of the few warlords.  It has been a while since the king had called on the Council, and it somewhat thrilled the warlord to meet so many of his colleagues after more than a decade.  "Things will change back in Drakka, that one is sure."  He turned to Kalani, sparing a glance at Amalia as well.  "It is unfortunate that you must will also go through this turmoil in Drakka, but I believe we will manage, my auburn rose."

After some walking, the carriages of the Naxremis house stood in front of them outside of Shadow Worth.  However, Cuwarr also realized that he was not the only one rearing to escape Shadow Worth as he had seen one of Lord Dantanath's retainers Scoot go off to the stables, presumably to ready the horses for departure.  Truly, this may be the last Choosing that Drakka may ever have.  Things were becoming too complicated, and a civil war in Drakka may mean that the gems might use this to fight back, or something of equal severity.  As two carriages and a lone stallion stopped in front of Cuwarr, Pezach and Qiorach took the last carriage while Belnun served as the coachman of the carriage to be used by Cuwarr and his wives.  Havfalun rode on the stallion as the lookout at the front of the convoy.

Cuwarr opened the door of the royal carriage as he looked at Kalani and Amalia.  "Our journey to my territory in the east begins."  He informed them.  "It will become cold as we go deeper into drakken territory, but I pray you'll bear with it.  Our supplies and rations have been readied, so fear not."  Cuwarr looked around, noticing that some of the other drakkens have already began packing and waiting for their respective carriages.  It would seem that the clash between Zakroti and Lugft forced others to depart for their own safety.  His eyes settled back on his brides as he smiled at them.  "Shall we go?"  Two brides, one more favored than the other-- Cuwarr chuckled at the thought, but most importantly, he wondered when he could feel better so he could shower Amalia with the same amount of affection as Kalani received.  He didn't think it fair for her to suffer for something that Sorici did, but it may be a long road of recovery for the drakken.

He was traumatized in more ways than one, because none had ever gotten so close to killing him.  But, what made it worse was the fact that the one who held the blade was once the one who held his trust.

The moon shone bright through the skies, now, and Cuwarr prayed that it would guide their way.