[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]

Kagan could feel his hand twitch, the instinct to embed the mace into whatever new problem decided now was a good time to introduce itself into his life. His expression did not soften as he turned his gaze to the guard, it taking a moment for him to recognize him as one of the Princes lackeys, but the urge to cull the man on the stop at least lessened. [color=5ec4b3][i]"If you're going to send a message, please try and be consistent your highness..."[/i][/color] He thinks, stepping between the guard and his bride, plucking the ring from the drakkens grasp. 

He turns the ring over in his hands for a moment, pretending to consider it. It was an ugly thing of polished iron, too big to fit on the weak finger of a gem. Kagan wagered it was probably the mans own, and quietly hoped such was the case as he pocketed it. [color=5ec4b3]"You'll have to excuse my pet."[/color] He says, nodding to the guard, a silent acknowledgement of knowing why he was here.  [color=5ec4b3]"They're not selected for their brightness, the poor things. Aubree."[/color] He says, barking the name and turning, forcing the ring into the gems hand.  [color=5ec4b3]"Thank the gentlemen for being so polite as to fix [b]your[/b] blunder."[/color]

He waits a moment, allowing the girl to give her forced gratitude. It wasn't exactly fair to the girl, he'd admit. But to anyone watching this was no more than a typical display of early gem discipline. [color=5ec4b3]"Please enjoy your evening sir. But we should go."[/color] He says, grabbing Aubree's wrist tightly and pulling her into the rain once the girl had finished. His boots squelched in the mud as he stomped away, the very image of a disappointed and mildly furious new husband.

Once they were a block or two away from the festivities, his gripped on the girls wrist slipped back into the uncomfortable ease. He does not slow his pace, still half pulling the gem with him to keep up with his longer stride, but the stomping slows till it is gone.  [color=5ec4b3]"Next time you're approached by a Drakken you dont know, I suggest you play it smart and keep your mouth shut and wait for my lead. You talking freely nearly caused me a problem."[/color] He says, voice low and barely audible in the rain. They were taking a slightly longer route than he'd planned, if only to give whatever it was he was delayed for a little more time. Better safe than sorry, and he could feel the cold start to seep into him. 

The warmth of the hotel was welcomed as they stepped into the lobby, decidedly soaked from the walk. He release his grip on Bree's wrist, looking at the drowned rat that was formerly his elegant bride. They must have looked somewhat out of place in the pleasant decor of the building, though that hardly mattered to Kagan. That said, last thing he wanted was someone complain about them tracking water into the building.  

[color=5ec4b3]"Hold still."[/color] he orders, placing a hand on the side of her face and it slowly down her side till it hit her hips. The water soaking the girl slides along her body, running up the length of Kagan's arm and away from the girl. She wasn't fully dry, but he imagined being slightly damp was better than water logged.  [color=5ec4b3]"There."[/color] he grunts, gently flicking the water out the door before performing the act on himself (with significantly less thoroughness).  [color=5ec4b3]"We'll have a bath to warm us up once we're inside."[/color] he grunts, leading her to his room, the key clicking loudly as he turned it. 

When he opened the door, he was expecting a few things. Nothing was the primary one he hoped for. Nothing, after today, would prove to be the best option. Or an assassin. Those were always fun. And one of the few people he could legally beat to death recreationally. What he was NOT expecting was another gem, lounging in his hotel room across a chair, trying what looked to be her damnedest to appear as sultry as possible while helping herself to some wine. 

He closes the door calmly, removing the key from the lock and checking to make sure he had the right room. Once...twice...nope. That certainly his room. There is a brief pause before he reopens the door, walking in and dragging Aubree with him, fixing a glare down at the lavender haired woman. [color=5ec4b3]"And what, pray tell, has put you in my room?"[/color] He asks, releasing Aubree's wrist so she might explore the room while he...dealt with whatever this is. 

[hider=Summary]
Kagan helps Aubree with the guard, then stomps around pretending to be a grumpy gus as he waits out whatever it is Ehkota is doing. When he returns to the hotel, he drys off Aubree and himself before going to his room. Where upon he discovers his new bride. It a takes a moment before he realizes that is what Adora probably is. Still, interrogations are in order to their new purpley intruder.[/hider]