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[color=D399E0][i]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/i][/color][/center]

Relief flowed through her body as he bowed and gave his acquiescence to her command.  She hated doing it, she hated having for even a moment becoming anything like those other Queens.  But this was her position and her title demanded that she make harsh decisions and direct in ways she may not enjoy.  As she calmed so to did her Grey.  At first, the rumbles of it turned to the feeling of a softer, light rain storm before finally dissipating.  Once again the power clung tightly around her body.

Fatima's lower lip trembled and her pale, white-gold eyes began to fill with tears.  She flung her arms around Lucivar's neck and nuzzled her face against the morning's stubble on his cheek.  [color=D399E0][i][b]"I was so afraid you would leave me.  I am so sorry I had to ask this of you.  Thank you, thank you,"[/b][/i][/color] she whispered tearfully against the shell of his ear.  She pulled back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and smiled a tearful little smile for him.  [color=D399E0][b]"You are a good man, Prince Lucivar."[/b][/color]  She stroked his cheeks momentarily before letting him go and returning her attention to the rest of the group.

She was just in time to see Vaclav gagging on the coffee and she giggled through her tears.  [color=D399E0][b]"Maybe Gen would be so kind as to allow me to make up something better?"[/b][/color]  She nervously toyed with her curls, hoping none of the men would be too angry at her outburst and demands.  So Far Vaclav had handled the news shocking well.  Perhaps she would not be judged too harshly.