[center][h2][color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color][/h2][sub] Interacting with: Zeldria [@Saltwater Thief] and Serafine [@Pupperr] [/sub] [/center]

There were plenty of interesting fights as far as Ineraz was concerned, but apparently the Princess didn’t agree, as she stepped out into the arena herself and challenged all of them to do better. [color=008B8B][i]She just wants some fun herself.[/i][/color] Even though he knew better than to be goaded so easily, he couldn’t help feeling that extra rush of drive to fight some more (and [i]kill[/i] – if only the tournament were set that way!), to hold nothing back, and thoroughly subjugate a worthy opponent.

The collective shouting of Drakken who wanted to prove her wrong quieted down as the princess was attacked. Ineraz automatically tensed, his hand going to the handle of his weapon, more than ready to cut down the infidels who chose to oppose the royal family with such blatant dishonour. However, there were guards much closer to the princess who could help and it was obvious that she wanted to deal with the threat on her own, so Ineraz relaxed as much as he could in such a circumstance, and enjoyed watching the female Drakkan best three fighters on her own. They weren’t prepared as well as they could be, but the way the princess won was still magnificent, despite the fact that she was also injured during the proceedings, and Ineraz felt a rush of desire arise for her.

[color=008B8B][i]As if you could get a wife of royal blood for yourself, idiot boy.[/i][/color] Ineraz grimaced sourly as the tone of that thought was much too like his father’s for his own liking, however true it might have been. [color=008B8B][i]She would only bring endless inconveniences, I’m sure,[/i][/color] he exhaled resignedly, knowing his attempt to convince himself not to lust after her was half-hearted at best. [color=008B8B][i]I wonder what kind of a Queen she would make.[/i][/color] A sudden image of that possibility appeared in his mind, even more appealing than he might have expected, and Ineraz shook his head to regain his focus. [color=008B8B][i]There are more important things to consider here. Such as the fact that someone attempted to kill her,[/i][/color] he chided himself. The question was – was it really a sign of an uprising as she suggested? [color=008B8B][i]For now, it doesn’t affect me,[/i][/color] he concluded, although his thoughts did turn to what his family members would have to say about this event.
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The evening arrived, and with it, their prizes. A procession of numerous Gemmenite girls entered after the high prince, most of them emitting some level of disquiet, but collectively they brought a beautiful colourfulness into the room. What a feast for the eyes! Who could say now that Drakken had no sense for the aesthetics? 

The current heir to the throne gave a short speech, after which the guards began leading Gems to their new owners. Ineraz observed lazily as group by group was escorted. Several minutes passed before a guard made his way toward Ineraz, and the girls’ escort was obviously displeased at what he had to do. The guard’s mocking tone infuriated him even though Ineraz had been expecting this kind of attitude after his father’s [i]brilliant[/i] idea; in fact, the level of disrespect for what would surely be considered unworthiness in the eyes of others had been almost suspiciously non-existent until now. However, Ineraz didn’t let such simple jealousy as the guard exhibited diminish his mood, and simply offered the other male a smug smirk. The tournament was held for precisely this reason – if anyone saw themselves as being worthier of a bride ([color=008B8B][i]or two,[/i][/color] he eyed the pair happily), they were free to challenge him.

The guard rudely pushed his new property toward him, causing them to stumble. Before either girl could fall, Ineraz stepped forward to stabilize them. For a long moment, he remained there, with a hand on each of the girls’ shoulders, and although his grip was gentle, his possessiveness was evident. The disrespectful guard long forgotten, he gave each female a quick look-over, then stepped back and returned his arms to his sides. The smaller of the two Gems was wintry white, her hair with a silvery sheen over it, her most outstanding characteristic her intensely red eyes. The taller of the pair had a healthier complexion, though she was still relatively pale, the almost dull brown of her eyes contrasted by her wine-red hair.

[color=008B8B]“Are you both fire Gems then?”[/color] Ineraz murmured – they would both hear the question, but it was fairly rhetorical. Surely, there would be future occasions where he could find out what their elements were. It would simply make for a nice set if they were both blessed with fire, considering the similar shade of each female’s most catching feature. He assessed the bodies of each, and found them satisfactory, though the shorter Gem seemed a bit frail. But that was probably just a general Gemmenite trait.

[color=008B8B]“What are your names?”[/color] Ineraz asked this question more clearly, expecting both to answer. Having a proper name to call them by would make things simpler, though if they refused to answer, there were certainly other methods available as well.

[hider=Summary] Lusts after the Drakkan princess in his mind. Greets new brides in the evening.[/hider]