[center] [h2] [color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color] [/h2] [sub] [b]Husband of:[/b] Sera [@Pupperr] and Zeldria [@Saltwater Thief]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] His brides [/sub] [/center]
Ineraz enjoyed the last of his meal as he listened to Zeldria’s story. He imagined that what she described was something that happened in Gemmenia often. After all, rolling over and begging for mercy seemed to be the collective gemmenite strategy when faced with an adversary. Ineraz could not honestly understand or empathize with such a position. As a Drakkan, he was proud to claim that he would rather fight to the bitter end than even think of giving up as the Gems, and Zeldria specifically, seemed to have. Were Gems truly destined to be weak, then? To be nothing more than prey? He certainly hoped that it was possible to strengthen them. He had designs on having his first brides live as long as they could, and frailty wouldn’t be conducive to that goal.

[color=008B8B]“You saved them from slaughter,”[/color] he observed calmly and continued in a similarly light tone [color=008B8B]“One would think that having made such a commitment, you would be willing, perhaps even eager to fit into the role of a bride fully…”[/color] he trailed off, looking up and down her body pointedly. [color=008B8B]“Not that I intend to force you,”[/color] he reiterated, holding her gaze with earnest intentness. [color=008B8B]“But is your reluctance simply because you see us as monsters?”[/color] he wondered honestly. If he could gain some insight into her reasoning, he might be able to convince her more easily…eventually.

After that, they both finished off their breakfast before continuing another conversation line. [color=008B8B]“If you have supervision, which should ensure you don’t attempt to poison us all, you may cook. I’ll arrange it,”[/color] he confirmed. And the allusion he made to her trying to kill them wasn’t even a humorous one. He believed fully that such a thing was a distinct possibility. Trying to murder what was basically one’s jailer was certainly a valid tactic, though it was unlikely to save any Gem who attempted it. Ineraz was considering how the Gem’s seemingly docile nature could lead her to consider killing anyone over a cup of wine when a guard approached him.

[b]“Your smallest bride has decided to cause some trouble. Would you like me to bring her to you?”[/b] the Drakkan whispered. Ineraz smelled burned flesh on him and a quick glance confirmed him to be injured. With lightning speed, he whirled on the other male, stood up directly next to him and grabbed him by the throat with his right hand. His left descended purposefully to the hilt of his dagger, which was currently one of the only two weapons on him, his other ones still in the outside training area. 

Ineraz was barely holding back his sudden rage, an explosive response to the conclusion he had jumped to. [color=008B8B]“And what [i]precisely[/i] did you do to make her[i] burn[/i] you?”[/color] He flexed his right hand and practically hissed out his next accusation. [color=008B8B]“Did you touch [i]my bride[/i] inappropriately?”[/color]

[b]“No!”[/b] The other Drakkan seemed torn between defending himself physically and apologizing and explaining verbally. [b]“I wouldn’t, you must know that,”[/b] he gritted out. [b]“If I were that untrustworthy, I wouldn’t have ended up as a guard here,”[/b] now he seemed insulted.

Ineraz was not willing to release him just yet, though he lightened his grip and demeanour. [color=008B8B]“Then explain what happened,”[/color] he demanded.

The Drakkan guard straightened. [b]“She was heading outside and would have left the estate if I hadn’t stopped her,”[/b] he kept his gaze on Ineraz’s earnestly, and had done so all the while. Ineraz believed that the guard was truthful and finally released him, though he was not entirely placated.

[color=008B8B]“And where is she now? Hopefully, not [i]alone[/i] and [i]unsupervised[/i]?”[/color] he stressed icily. This seemed to perturb the guard almost more than Ineraz grabbing him by the neck had.

The guard shifted uncomfortably and admitted [b]“I left her in the hall leading to the front entrance. She should be supervised enough,”[/b] he sounded a bit too doubtful for Ineraz’s taste, but he simply narrowed his eyes at the guard for now.

[color=008B8B]“Don’t think I won’t confirm what happened with her,”[/color] Ineraz warned, the hint of threat still present in his tone and posture. [color=008B8B]“Come along then,”[/color] he looked from the guard to Zeldria, wanting for them both to follow.

The trio headed towards the manor’s entrance, and found Sera wandering a corridor, seemingly distressed. Ineraz faced her sternly, but threw a quick glare at the guard once he saw the red slap mark on her cheek. Nonetheless, he kept up his austere front as he refocused on Sera. 

[color=008B8B]“You burned one of my guards?”[/color] he drawled the question, not giving away the fact that it was the guard he found fault with rather than her just yet. He desired for her to be honest when retelling her side of the event and if he appeared too sympathetic from the get go, she would surely use that in her favour.

[hider=Summary] Ineraz chats with Zeldria some more; asks a challenging question, offhandedly insinuates her potential murder plots, and promises her she'll get to cook. Then a guard comes by and pisses him off. Ineraz goes to find Sera and confronts her.[/hider]