[center][h2][color=B47B84]Sera Makatza[/color][/h2][/center][center][sub]Bride of [b]Ineraz[/b]. Sister Bride of [b]Zeldria[/b]
Burning some guards who tattle to daddy Ineraz [@SilverPaw][/sub][/center]

The sun shimmered through the curtains hanging over the window, their opaque texture allowing the light to kiss the bedroom. The yellow giant had shone in the room for a number of hours before the snow haired girl’s eyes began to flutter open. Morning had come all too soon, and with it, a mild throbbing in her head. Sera looked around the room from her place on the floor, careful not to move her body until she had assessed her surroundings, ensuring no [i]unwelcome visitors[/i] had snuck in the room in the middle of the night. Once the girl had determined it was safe, she pushed herself into a half sitting position amongst her blankets and pillows. 

Sera looked to the massive bed in the middle of the room to find that it was empty; no Zeldria, no Ineraz. An inquisitive eyebrow cocked, wondering where the two had managed off to. Her curious thought was rudely interrupted by the throbbing in her head again. The girl rubbed her forehead with the back of her palm, irritated by the unknown feeling. [color=B47B84]The drink?[/color]

With a heavy sigh, Sera managed to her feet. Her hand quickly reached out to find something nearby to steady her as she stumbled over her own shaky legs. One second. Two second. Three. Blurred vision cleared, balance restored, and the young woman finally seemed to have made it up in one piece; the ache in her head was affecting her more than she had realized. Sera walked toward the master bed, running her hand along the silk of the sheets. The material was soft against her skin and for a moment, she lavished in the thought of what it would be to sleep in the bed.

[color=B47B84][i]It’s OK to [b]want[/b] it…[/i][/color]

Crimson eyes widened.

[color=B47B84]”... want what?”[/color]

[color=B47B84][i]You already know.[/i][/color]

Sera shook the thought away and pulled her hand from the sheets. Her gaze fell to the floor where a lump of clothing lay; it must’ve been her husbands. She picked the cloth off the floor, holding it firmly between both her hands and rubbing her fingers together to test the material. Again her mind wandered to the night before, specifically of Ineraz posturing on the bed… his bare skin teasing to the eye. 

[color=B47B84][i]Don’t deny your curiousity…[/i][/color]

[color=B47B84]”I… I’m not curious..”[/color] a soft voice replied, dropping the tunic from her hands and removing herself from the side of the bed. [color=B47B84]”Just shut up!”[/color]

[color=B47B84][center]~~~[/center][/color]
Sera emerged from the bed chambers and was greeted by a Drakkan guard looking at her strangely. He very well could have heard her speaking to Serafine, or maybe he thought she was speaking to herself. The young girl looked at him sharply, almost tauntingly. As quick as the glare came, it disappeared as Sera turned on her heel and began walking down the hallway. The guard followed behind the snow haired girl, not speaking a word.

As Sera explored the manor, her eyes repeatedly shot back to the guard who was following her, rather to the guard who was [i]watching[/i] her. She didn’t care for her babysitter and detested being watched. It reminded her too much of home, of the villagers constantly keeping their eyes on her… of people following her…

… of people slaughtering her with cruel names.

In her travels the young girl had managed to make her way outside and was now standing amongst a small green space littered with shrubbery and pathetic looking flowers that had a sweet stench. The guard behind her was speaking words she chose to ignore. Her clear disregard for the Drakkan had provoked him to approach her and place a hand on her shoulder. 

[i]FREAK![/i]

Instinctually, a small hand snapped onto the Drakkan’s wrist and heated to a burning temperature rapidly. A smell of burning flesh quickly replaced the sweet aroma of the flowers. Crimson eyes whirled around to look at the Guard who had grabbed her. [color=B47B84]”I’M NOT A FREAK!”[/color]

THWAP.

A swift hand fell across the Gem’s face in one quick movement, leaving a red mark against the girl’s porcelain like skin. Sera released the Drakkan the moment he struck her and quickly backed away from him. A comforting hand found her stinging cheek and she looked up at her Guard through silvery strands of hair that fell in front of her face. What she noticed was the man’s seared wrist, rather than his angered face. [color=B47B84]”I.. I… I’m sorry!  I didn’t..  I didn’t mean to!”[/color]

[color=B47B84][center]~~~[/center][/color]

The guard returned to the manor, stopping by another guard on the way with an inquisitive question on where his lord was. The Drakkan made his way to the dining hall and knocked on the large door before entering quietly. The guard crossed the room on light feet and stopped beside Ineraz, not realizing he likely carried the smell of burnt flesh from the fresh wound upon his wrist. He leaned his head down to meet with Ineraz’s ear and whispered quietly to him, [i][b]”Your smallest bride has decided to cause some trouble. Would you like me to bring her to you?”[/b][/i]

[Hider=Summary]Sera is the last one awake and has a hangover. She doesn't like being babysat so she burns the sucker. He tattles on her, boo.[/hider]