[color=9e0039]Duvalt[/color] & [color=662d91]Magnus[/color]

Duvalt sits in his study working over reports on finances and the world aroumd them. The humans have always interested the king and he would often have a laugh when they went to war. Such greed, anger and hate. Tbey never changed their hearts, only the ways they killed each other. The politics especially made him chuckle. Especially America's with it's complete insanity over their leading parties. Here, he ruled his castle as its absolute ruler. He handed authority down to his wife first, then his generals. Men he had battled with for longer than most of his children were old. [color=9e0039]"Speaking of children... Those two haven't even thought about starting families... Especially Magnus..."[/color] He looks up as the door knocks amd Magnus aannounces himself. Clearing off the desk with the finished reports he calls him in. [color=9e0039]"Come in, come in. Have a seat friend."[/color] He smiles as the large man walks in and draws the biggest chair over to sit down. [color=9e0039]"How are the pups of yours? Still chewing your furniture?:[/color]

Magnus grunts. [color=662d91]"Aye. Can't get Fang to stop chewing on things... He's a grown dog, needs to be looking for a female to breed instead of chewing my stuff."[/color]

Duvalt chuckles. [color=9e0039]"Speaking of women..."[/color]

Magnus grunts. [color=662d91]"I'll pass. Ive seen yours grow up. Don't really care for it."[/color] Magnus crosses his arms. [color=662d91]"I told you before. I've lost a lover already. Not to eager to try again..."[/color]

Duvalt chuckles as he flips through the report. [color=9e0039]"But to hold someone in your arms and cherish... Besides, it's been almost a millennia since then. Don't make me pull rank and start finding candidates."[/color] He says the last bit joking, laughing when Magnus turns red. [color=9e0039]"I jest, friend. Now, let's get out of this office. I've been in here all night and I'm famished."[/color] He stands and makes his way to the dining hall, Magnus on his heels, signalling to a servant to ring the dinner bell.