[center][h2][color=E9967A]Bree[/color][/h2] [sub] Bride of [color=5ec4b3]Kagan[/color][@ghastlyInc][/sub] [/center] A gust of icy wind wrapped around Bree’s body as she was pulled from the arena to the world outside. Her view of the drakken capital coming in had been almost nonexistent and the view she was left with now was that of a nightmare. The storm had blown out all fire based torches that hadn’t been properly covered, so that only a few lit the city below. The only other lights came from the windows of nearby homes and the brightness of lightning as it illuminated the area. Goosebumps exploded across her skin as yet another gust of air shot towards the arena. A shiver shot through her body and she pulled her one free arm in closer to her body. She longed to bring forth a flame to help ease the chill away. But it wouldn’t have lasted long once they entered the storm. [color=5ec4b3]"Its a few blocks to the hotel. I dare to assume you've no strong aversion to water?"[/color] Bree had simply assumed that, with the weather being the way that it was, they would take a carriage. She tried not to focus on the stains the ever growing puddles would leave on her hemline. It was just a dress. But it was also home, a familiar thing in a foreign world. There was also the minor irritation of having to fix her hair. It's length made tending to it a rather...labor intensive affair. But that argument would have been the most risky and the most childish. Hair could be fixed...and Kagan would probably just remind her that it was soon to be chopped anyway. Besides, It was more than apparent that Kagan has made up his mind and the question had been rhetorical. “[color=E9967A]I...suppose walking will be f-,[/color]” “[color=gray]You! Gem! You dropped this.[/color] ” “[color=gray]Hey, Gem,[/color]” A large hand reached out and tugged on Bree’s outward shoulder. Done in a way to get her attention, rather than pull. Half-turning, Bree saw a hulking drakkan. Shorter than most, but what he lacked in height he made up for with bulging muscles. The drakkan held up a thick iron ring, far too large for her fingers. [color=E9967A]“Ah, no... That's not mine[/color],” she said without hesitation. [color=gray]“Yes, it is yours,”[/color] the drakken insisted, this time pulling her free hand, trying to press the hard metal into her palm. Despite talking to her, touching her, Bree couldn't help but notice that the drakkan seemed to rotate his focus between Kagan and some spot behind them, treating her mostly as an after thought. [hider=summary] Bree doesn't like the wet stuff from the sky. And some werido is trying to give her a ring [/hider] [center][color=f4a460][h3] Ehkota [/h3][/color] [/center] [center][sub] Interacting with Adorabella [@eclecticwitch][/sub] [/center] “[color=f4a460]So?[/color]” said Ehokta, the door swinging shut as he put a hand out to stop it, looking at his bride, utterly ignoring Adorabella. “[b]If her bite is as good as her bark, then you have selected wisely,[/b]” muttered Twenty, her head tilted down, but her tone stayed. [center][h3]~[/h3] [/center] The desert storm was showing its fangs. The paths around the city that were only dirt soon turned to mud and the ones with stones formed small puddles. Lightning flashed, crashed about the sky and thunder followed quickly after. The storm had cleared the majority of the streets, but every now and there, little pockets of drakken could be seen, howling at the storm and fighting each other. The prince sat in the carriage, the gem girl across from him. The Inn where the royals kept the drakken who needed accommodations was close to the arena. Had it not been for the storm, it would have been faster to walk. But he wasn’t about to let his little gem ruin her appearance. The rooms were some of the finest in the land. A few daring souls spread the rumor that they were created by the original owners clever gem-bride. The owner was long since dead and his holdings turned over to the royal family. Each of the rooms was large, vaguely rectangular in shape. The center point of each room being a massive bed, large enough to hold four or five people. Large chairs surrounded an even larger stone fire place. Under the far window, overlooking the center of the capital, was a large stone tub. Deep enough that a small gem could stand in it and would cover her waist, with plenty of room for all. It was heated by a low burning fire underneath, with buckets of cold water nearby to adjust the temperature as the user saw fit. Slaves would be in each morning to change the water and...anything else that might need a cleaning. The final wall held the door, as well as a long table that was filled with wine, cheeses, fruits, loaves of bread, and water. Ehkota lead the girl to the center of the room and motioned for her to get on the bed.[color=f4a460] “Now, I shouldn’t have to tell you that you not fucking this up in very important for your wellbeing. I heard about your little stunt when you were first brought to Castle Worth. In part, that is why you were selected, as you know. You are no innocent creature, best use every bit of that to your advantage tonight. If you are returned to me, well, let’s just hope that the Kinner mercifully puts you out of your misery before that point[/color],” “[color=f4a460]Don’t move from that spot, I suspect your husband and ‘sister’ will be here soon[/color],” Placing a sealed scroll in front of the girl, he turned leading his guard out of the room. “[color=f4a460]Don’t do anything stupid, after all it would be a shame if someone else got hurt because of your antics[/color],” [hider= Note from the Prince] [i] Kinner, Think of her as a deposit. If you enjoy her, she is yours, simply meet me at the castle tomorrow. If not, come to the castle tomorrow and I’ll find you something better. [/i] [/hider] [hider=summary] Ehkota ding dong ditches the bride at a hotel room with a sneky note. [/hider] [hider= Inspiration for the rooms] [img]https://www.icastelli.net/photo/images/sacred-house_1000_560_1327_1403254118.jpg[/img] [/hider]