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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: The Palace[/color][/center]
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Rhys smirked at the four 'ladies', his grin a charming one. [color=Gold]"Lead on Mistresses of Beauty."[/color] A wink in Nera's direction as the woman was given her orders by Fleur. It suited Rhys that the witches owed him. He would need their aid after all. Plus dinner would be a good way to introduce the only woman to leave his upper rooms alive- Fleur- the little cretin he had shoved into his 'closet' before coming to the coronation. Moving towards the secret route, the man let out a low soft whistle. The dragon was impressive and it never hurt to show a woman that they were impressive.

A woman who felt good about herself was easy to manipulate after all. Raising a dark brow at the Witch Mother who had hunted him for some transgressions a while back, Rhys chuckled slightly. [color=Gold]"Oh, and why you do come to dinner... I have someone you will simply [i]love[/i] to meet. Perhaps you might be able to put his little mind at ease."[/color] The rogue smirked with mock concern. He wasn't over worried about the lad, but Fleur was a clever little Witch and thus could and would be useful in trying. [color=Gold]"But that's only to catch your interest. I'm not going to accept it as payment."[/color] The man dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. Long legs eating the ground up as he moved for that exit.