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[h1][b][i][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://gingesbecray.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/mine.gif[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Olive]Location: The Palace[/color][/center]
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Richard reined in his temper at Thalia's directive. He knew the woman could easily take care of herself, but she was the mother of his child and so it fell to him to protect her. Even if she didn't need it. Though the Adder gave a slight chuckle as Thalia commented about the boy who had been the first to greet them. [color=Olive]"Shall I teach him a few before we leave, My Lady Dragoness."[/color] A deft hand sliding the knife back into the sheath, as he pecked Thalia on one of her hands. Nothing more than a flirtatious agreement. For now at least, or so would be the thought read in the Shifter's eyes. Looking back at Myrus, he nodded slowly with a slight smirk. His uptake being slower due to his nerves about the egg hatching. Understandable for a first time father. [color=Olive]"A interesting turn of events, but we do have more pressing matters."[/color]

And pressing matters they did have! The room was in flames, and those that had joined them looked on in statement at the baby dragon/human in the center who was looking very amused at the state of things. [color=Olive]"She's definitely ours."[/color] The humor was thick in Richard's voice but a part of his mind was focused on Asha and Puck. The former being a curiosity who he was wary of, but not overly concerned about her casting harm about the offspring. Puck however... He was a threat, so Richard politely ignored his comment though he did not let his guard down. Though he would give the tiny man credit for the fact their daughter did have a particular glee for fire setting.

Striding into the room, the Adder shrugged out of his suit jacket. Wrapping about the baby as he picked the girl-child up. It had been too long since he had been around youngsters. A softness entering the killer's eyes as he stared down at the girl. [color=Olive]"Now aren't you a charmer. Almost enough that I'd let you burn down the entire castle if you wished. [i]Almost.[/i]"[/color] The assassin crooned, his fingers gently exploring the tiny face and hands. His snake-esque eyes peering at the girl and memorizing every detail as he carried her back to Thalia. Ignoring the flames that licked at the room. Thalia would find an arm wrapping about her shoulders, as she was pulled tight against Richard's side. The man reluctant to relinquish the child, even to the mother. [color=Olive]"Though that almost won't last for long."[/color] He'd fold under this girl-child quickly. Richard already sensed his doom in the wings. A doom that his sister had not prepared him for.

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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 felt himself slid free of the perch he had been hanging from like a reckless youth. Which he most certainly was not! Twisting about in the air in an attempt to ease his fall, he found himself with nothing more than bruises. Something the charming man could live with, just as he could live with the beautiful woman beneath him. He had seen her above in the Port Witches' and she had seemed deadly. Her words to the lad who darted to aid his leader only confirming it. A wicked gleam entered the green eyes as the boy tried to lift him only to fall.

That opening was all Rhys needed to act. As much as he desired to snatch the Witches' prize. This girl [i]interest[/i] him. She proved herself a leader, and thus it stood to reason she had some skill. Recalling a similar youth being called to the platform in the chaos of the coronation- not that he was paying overly much attention- Rhys decided to take her as a project. [color=Gold]"Tucked beneath time for sleep. In frozen state shall not awake."[/color] Looking pleased as the boy fell into a slumber. Easier it would be to kill him, and then snatch the girl who now was bound away. It seemed numbers more than just he would be needed for his ambitious goal and the Port Witches were a bit scant on that now a days. Sans the children of course, but what help could they really be?