[center] [h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2] [sub]Husband of [color=98fb98]Rya[/color] [@Ellion] and [color=a187be]Lienna[/color] [@ObsceneSymphony][/sub] [sub]Interacting with Rya and Lienna[/sub] [/center] Events from earlier in the day played and replayed through Azilon’s head as he glanced off into empty space, perhaps one of the calmest men in the entirety of the hall. He had stormed out after having dueled his father, breathing heavily and walking quite fast in an attempt to put as much distance between him and the arena as possible. The man had not been able to make it all that far before a surprising force threw off his momentum from behind, the thin chain snapping from its position around his wrist as an indignant Rya yanked to a halt. Azilon wasn’t all that sure what impressed him more, the strength displayed in damaging the tether or the fact that she then had the guts to follow up with a lecture. Having had a few moments to calm himself and clear his head, the pair had made their way back to the arena, Azilon choosing not to spend much time around the rest of the family for the remainder of the duels. It seemed, however, that the festivities were not without their hitches. Watching from above, Azilon smirked through the princess’ taunting speech, her words successful in riling up quite a few men eager to prove their worth in combat. All for show of course, after all, no Drakkan worth his horns was going to sit by and allow themselves to be upstaged by fights deemed boring by a member of the royal family. Yet the tone was quick to change as warriors, Azilon included, rose from their seats with their weapons drawn. Three men had stepped out of line, taking what Azilon could only describe as a pitiful attempt on the woman’s life. To some the fight might have appeared scripted, but he doubted as much by her display following. True anger tainted her voice, a thirst for blood burning bright within her eyes… Azilon had no doubts the attack was for real. The bodies were quickly disposed of so that the fighting might continue, but the air retained a certain stiffness to it long after. Azilon had chosen not to stay much longer, instead carting Rya around at a much slower pace so that she could take in the sights and smells of the city. He figured the day would be a rather easy one, but it seemed the day had other such plans. A messenger sent from the royals had instructed those receiving brides to gather in the royal hall later that evening and from the sounds of it, they would be receiving their prizes that night. While he found it surprising and more than a bit of a drag to have to attend, Azilon found the silver lining that he would now be allowed to return home sooner rather than later due to this change in schedule. Still, he couldn’t help but space out as the room buzzed with its predatory excitement, each victor chomping at the bit to grab their girls in go. It wasn’t until Evienne herself walked toward him that he snapped back to attention, lazily acknowledging her presence. The headpiece she wore was rather over the top in his opinion as neither of the other royals seemed to don such attire, but he deemed it fair due to the overwhelming numbers in the room and the nature of the event. Women of her caliber, while respected, were still heavily sought after. By wearing what was about as close to a crown as he had seen any of her family wear, she assured that even the youngest man from the furthest reaches of Drakka would know his place when interacting with her. The pair spoke briefly before she dropped off her charge and returned to whatever work she had, a small voice ringing out behind him as the woman left earshot. “[color=98fb98]She’s a self righteous-slagger eating munter.[/color]” Azilon raised an eyebrow, turning to glance at the young Gem. He wondered what interactions with the princess Rya might have had before being handed over to her previous husband to warrant such a reaction. The thought didn’t interest him nearly enough as he focused his attention on the newcomer. She was pretty enough, not that such things were important to him, but it meant the royals weren’t completely messing with him. Rya seemed to latch on to the girl quickly enough, a good sign as it would give her somebody to annoy instead of just him. Azilon’s misfortune might just have worked out to be fortune in the end, a silver lining he had not been expecting. The man remained rather quiet while Rya made the introductions, first of herself and then of him like he were the afterthought. It didn’t bother him in the least, though if he had to gauge from the look in the new girl’s eyes, such an entrance confused her. Still, she maintained her composure quite well and introduced herself in return revealing a name of Lienna. What did surprise him was her immediate reaction to fall to her knees, dropping her gaze to the floor while uttering something that resembled a pledge of loyalty… Almost. “[color=ed1c24]My oh my. Seems you scored an alright girl after all, I was half expecting them to hand you the leftovers. A bit uptight for my tastes, but she’ll suit you just fine dear brother.[/color]” Morganna purred, appearing from behind Azilon unannounced sending a shiver down his spine. He was no slouch when it came to detecting hidden foes but Morganna had a gift of entering and exiting rooms unseen, not to mention sneaking up on people even when they were most expecting her. Azilon shook his head with an internal sigh. Personally, he thought the girl was rather smart, choosing to display all that she knew to be signs of respect when uncertain. Self-preservation was an important trait to have when living out in the wilderness, something he wasn’t yet sure Rya possessed. “[color=8493ca]I suspect you’ll do just fine. Rya, help your new friend back up to her feet and see to it that neither of you get lost.[/color]” He said after a moment, waiting for Lienna to rise before he gingerly took her arm up in his hand. Carefully he tied the end of the chain he had been holding to her wrist, linking the two girls together. After Rya’s stunt earlier in the day, it was no longer possible for him to wear it around his own wrist and he was growing ever more tired of holding the thing. He would have to trust that the two girls could keep up on their own. Perhaps Lienna’s presence would help keep Rya out of trouble. Turning his eyes back to the room, Azilon sweeped the area for a glimpse of his father whom he spotted standing off to the side conversing with some of the elder lords. His younger brother was glued to his side, nodding along with whatever was being said, and puffing out his chest every so often. Azilon’s elder brother, on the other hand, was busy inspecting his new bride, his circled pacing making her visibly uncomfortable despite her proud stance. Finally the man grinned, gripped her by the arm and took his leave with his new bride in tow. “[color=ed1c24]Looks like he approves of her. She’ll be in for a rather long and rough night for sure. Hopefully she’ll be able to survive, didn’t sound like she was being kept for reproduction this time around, not when the one at home is faring so well. [/color]” Morganna piped up, having picked up on Azilon’s gaze. He felt a little bad for the poor soul, but such was the life of many of the brides here. No doubt Lienna had already prepared herself for such an outcome, luckily for her it wasn’t quite his style. He wasn’t all that interested in such matters, and seeing as the family had plenty of sons to continue breeding, his contribution wasn’t strictly necessary. It was likely she would serve as more of a servant than an actual bride, but he didn’t think she would mind being granted the option to take such a easy path. “[color=8493ca]Seems like such a waste, not that it’s any of my business.[/color]” Morganna shrugged her shoulders and walked away, disappearing back into what was left of the crowd without another word to her relative. Shaking his head, the man turned to look at his own girls. “[color=8493ca]We should be going as well. It’s a hefty journey back to my home and we’ll be leaving first thing in the mo-[/color]” Azilon’s voice was cut off by a commotion at the doors, the sounds of guards shouting and bodies dropping. It didn’t take long for the cause of such a commotion to appear and announce himself, shouting into the room and all but demanding a girl for himself. Those with Gems still lingering about the hall stepped close to their prizes, possessively hovering to ensure the safety of their hard earned brides. It was clear none of them were going to go down without a serious fight, though some were more cautious than others due to the guards that had been dropped so swiftly on his way in. Azilon himself did not move but he did maintain a wary eye on the newcomer to see what he would do, ready to move if needed. [hider=Summary] Summary stuffs of before he got here. Meets Lienna. Has smol convo with a hot assassin that [@Pupperr] totally wants to talk to. *nudge nudge*. Glares at angry Rynek entrance. [/hider] [center] [h2][color=f49ac2]Evienne[/color][/h2] [sub]Interacting with [color=sienna]Rynek[/color] [@NarcissisticPotato][/sub] [/center] [hider=Picture] Finally found a close enough representation of the kind of room y’all have been in: [img]https://www.this-is-cool.co.uk/wp-content/gallery/marc-simonetti/artist-marc-simonetti-fantasy-images-iron-throne.jpg[/img] [/hider] The princess could feel eyes on her at all times throughout the evening, every step she took shadowed by another’s. Even after assuring her father that she was fine and could more than handle herself, he had deemed it important that a guard maintain visual contact with her at all times during the evening. With so many strangers invited into the royal palace it was a concern that the crowd might be used to cover more individuals intent on doing the royal family harm. Such a concern seemed increasingly unnecessary as the room began to clear, plenty of recipients taking off to enjoy their spoils as soon as possible. A few elected to stay, or at the very least had not yet felt the need to depart, but the crowd was beginning to thin enough that Evienne was certain she could move freely without need of a babysitter. Alas, the guard would not disappear until ordered by her father, who was constantly busy conversing with Lords of great importance. Heaving an irritated sigh, the princess all but gave up on the thought of a relaxing Reaping. It seemed her night would not end a complete dud, as a commotion from outside caught their attentions. Forcing his way in through several guards, a man she did not recognize burst into the room without a single worry of what he had done. Immediately the guard assigned to her closed in, placing himself between the man and his charge with a spear pointed in his direction. Several other guards about the room drew their weapons but maintained a distance, awaiting an order to proceed before they made any sort of move. Evienne glanced over to her father who took in the sight calmly, his own sword still sheathed at his side Clearing her throat to get her father’s attention, the pair shared a few looks before he eventually conceded. Evienne stepped around her guard quickly, snatching his spear from his hands to keep with her in case its use was necessary but not bothering to take any stance with it. “[color=f49ac2]A bold move on your part, storming into the royal palace uninvited not to mention your butchery of our employed citizens on your way in. I’m sorry to say that you’ve missed your opportunity to brawl, however, today’s tournament forbade the killing of opponents anyhow. Perhaps we’ll see you in the Pits tomorrow?[/color]” She mused, lips curled into a snide smirk, eyes a fiery challenge to the man standing before her. “[color=f49ac2]If it were not such a festive occasion, your current actions would be considered that of a hostile threat. I’m sure we can overlook this mishap in judgement and excuse it as overzealous excitement though. Tell me, warrior, what name are you known by? And what business do you have interrupting a mostly concluded Reaping?[/color]” Evienne spoke with strength and authority, standing fearlessly before a man that could be either friend or foe. She would fight him if that’s what it took, after all, he seemed like he might be a worthy enough opponent. Evienne stood before him watching, waiting for his response, curious if he would be the first to strike, determined to be the last. She might not have looked like much, but Evienne was fairly skilled. Her display in the Pit had been nowhere near her top performance, an unfortunate situation to be certain and one far different than what she faced now. While her strength and battle prowess were not yet comparable to her father’s, or even some of the elder War Lords, she was not a force to be taken lightly in any situation. A dull throb in her abdomen reminded her of her earlier exploits causing a rush of adrenaline to pump through her veins. If the stranger was going to make a move, she hoped he would do so soon. [Hider=Summary] Evienne is a salty horn, itching to pick a fight. NAME THYSELF HEATHEN! [/hider]