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[color=a187be][i]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/i][/color][/center]


Fatima had quite enough.  Moments of calm never seemed to remain.  Boys having pissing matches and measuring dicks.  Enough, enough, enough. Her facial features hardened but retained their sweet smile.  [color=D399E0][b]"It's quite alright Andressa, why don't you sit with Artemis.  She will direct you through this.  Most of the crushing has been done.  We just need to start mixing.  Easy peasy."[/b][/color]  She gently let go of the woman's hands.  While she had been speaking her Grey was leaking from its usual hold close to her body.  It began to permeate the room like an electrical storm and lightning ready to strike any of the unwary.  Some might note that the only jewel in the room that outranked her was Lucivar's Ebon-Grey.

She turned, that false and sweet little smile still on her lips as she looked at a Gen.  [color=D399E0][b]"My apologies to Artemis but she had requested we start boiling some water.  Gen, would you be so kind as to direct your brothers to start this process?  I must insist you stay."[/b][/color]  Her soft question was no request but a thinly veiled command as the pressing of her power began to push at the nooks and crannies of the room.  Her eyes then turned to the rest of them.  The one who needed most calming was Mikhail.  So, she would do as she usually did when it came to diffusing fights in her Court.  She approached the white-haired male and slipped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck to look into his face momentarily before settling into a position where she could address them all.

There it was, the crack of power that demanded silence.  Fatima never raised her voice.  She never needed to.  She never allowed her Grey to get this tumultuous either.  But she was exhausted and just sick to her brains of all of this fighting.  [color=D399E0][b]"I would remind you that happens to my Court is dictated by myself.  My darling Prince Lucivar, must I remind you that such a decision should be run past the Queen first before you start spouting orders.  What is mine I will protect tooth, nail, and claw.  Do not doubt this.  And as much as I wish I could give freedom to anyone who would not wish to stay... That cannot be.  It is for our safety.  Vaclav and Artemis will stay, at the very least until Lady Faeril awakens and has a chance to do as she must.  All of our lives are on the line."[/b][/color]  Her white-golds turned to Vaclav as she spoke the next words.  [color=D399E0][b]"Surely you can understand this."[/b][/color]

Fatima stood from her position on Mikhail's lap, her attention on Gen.  [color=D399E0][b]"I understand you are of Faeril's like-kin.  But I would ask that you allow me to handle my men and not start any more fights.  Nor your brothers.  I have had more than my fill of this."[/b][/color]  She had been especially gentle in her speech to Gen.  It was not his fault and she knew he had meant no malice.  But these foolish boys were forgetting their place. [color=D399E0][b] "Mother Darkness knows I am about ready to cover you all in pig fat and lock you in a room until you figure things out.  But I do not think Faeril would appreciate such destruction to her home."[/b][/color]  She let the quirk of a true smile tilt the corners of her lips upward at the joke.

 Now she moved to stand in front of Lucivar.  She tipped her head back, soft black curls cascading down over her shoulders and her hands were folded in front of her.  [color=D399E0][b]"Lucivar,"[/b][/color] she said ever so softly, kindly, but with a hint of a whip on the tip of her tongue.  [color=D399E0][b]"If I were to ask you to keep them here... could you?  Would you put my life in danger for the kinship found from Greyhaven?"[/b][/color]  If he answered that he could not do as she asked, he could not call himself worthy of his true title of First Escort.