[center][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=crimson][center]Location: Winton, near one of the village shops[/center][/color]

[color=crimson]”Sounds about right. Stay out of trouble until then, old friend. I’m looking forward to that drink.”[/color]

That was the last thing Xandar uttered before walking out of the Warlord’s home, making his way through the village. He would get a few looks, mostly because of his size and physique, but otherwise he doubted anybody recognized him. It was much too far away, and his Ebon Grey vanished, the Sapphire sitting on his ring. It wasn’t uncommon that people made it a mission to steer clear of the Warlord Prince, he had that kind of air to him.

On his way back to the tavern, however, something caught his eye. A blonde haired, blue eyed girl, dressed in some older but well made clothes to accentuate her doll like features. Her laughter filled his ears and he looked over at the group, seeing as a gaggle of girls fawned around her. A Queen, no doubt, he could sense that much of her. This must have been the Queen his old friend has mentioned. She wasn’t completely lost yet it seemed, a little bratty perhaps. He overheard a bit of an argument, and upon getting closer he noticed two warlords who didn’t seem thrilled to be there, no doubt following the Queen. They didn’t seem like much to him. 

Normally he would mind his business, but something came over him. They would have to make friends in this world if they wanted to change it, and a young Queen liked this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Besides, if he could get on good terms with her, better for the village and its people, especially if they were dumping the child off there. But most of all, it had been ages since he’d been in bed with a woman, and he couldn’t help but find this particularly attractive Queen worthy of him. 

Making his way to them, he overheard her words as he entered the shop, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall next to it. He eyed the Queen up, before locking eyes with her.

[color=crimson]”A Queen like you deserves high quality, your argument is very well put. With that logic, why would you settle with company like this?”[/color] Xandar nodded his head towards the others around her. [color=crimson]”A warlord prince seems much more worth your time, Queen.”[/color]

The two Warlords eyed the Eyrien with distaste they couldn’t quite hide. It was not common for the Eyrien to come so far west across the territory of Dene Nehele and Shalador to their little port. To have a darker jeweled one reach their town was all the more worrisome. Why was he here? A question which was quickly answered by his addressing to their Queen.

Alice was rather interested as she fluttered her lashes over her large doll-like eyes. An Eyrien in her village? She was utterly amazed, and he was a very large man. Giving a coy smile she tried not to glare at Walter and Callen as the two Warlords bristled at the intruder. “How quaint that you would seek such a bold audience with me!” She tapped a pouting mouth with her fan, as she studied the Warlord Prince. “Most men would set up a request with my Steward before coming to me, this is more refreshing for such an interesting fellow.” If he wanted to be worth her time and have her settle for him, he obviously wanted to be part of her Court. Though as much as she wanted to replace her Consort with the man, she could hardly do so. It would make poor Leister sad  if she left him out in the cold. “Whatever though, I must wonder, is such a handsome Eyrien doing so far from Askavi?”

[color=crimson]”I’m not most men, I’m a proud Eyrien. I know what I want when I see it, and I don’t settle for less. I believe we both have that in common.”[/color] Xandar mused, spreading his wings a bit and fluttering them before drawing them to his back again. He paid no mind to the Warlords glaring at him, his eyes and attention fully focused on the Queen, his gold eyes never leaving her blue ones. [color=crimson]”Well living a long life like mine, it’s no surprise to try to see the world with one’s own eyes. I was just passing through, but I feel I could be persuaded to stay a day or two longer.”[/color] The Eyrien smirked, standing up firmly and taking a few steps as he was about six feet away from the Queen now. [color=crimson]”I was thinking less business and more pleasure. You seem like a girl who wants some more fun in her life. A conversation over some wine sounds like a fair proposal.”[/color]

No he wasn’t most men at all was he? Her ‘friends’ tittered and giggled about her, one going as far as to try to attract the Warlord Prince’s attention with a batting of her own lashes. She’d have to set the poor dear to some dreary task of feeding the poor wretches in the port or something of the like. Walter looked furious as he glared at the taller man, but he knew better than to say anything to her. At least in public anyways. Her First Circle would kick up a fuss in private but after a bit of simpering and sniffling and a few fake sobs… ‘Didn’t they want her to be happy? What with all the work she put in, did she not deserve a bit of fun?’ Oh, they would fold quickly enough. “Oh my! You are direct! Alas, that is entirely improper.” She sniffed in false disdain, her smile only growing. “I am a Queen and just can’t clear my schedule for anyone. But perhaps some very good wine could be found and perhaps if you brought a suitable gift?”

The Eyrien Prince chuckled as he saw her pout, but saw the smile growing on her. As much as she wanted to be proper and hold her ground, he knew how to get his way with a Queen. This wouldn’t be the first time, and with such a beautiful one at that. [color=crimson]”If you think that’s direct, that’s charming.”[/color] He mused, before leaning forward and physically whispering to her ear. [color=crimson]I can tell you exactly what I want to do to you.[/color] Running a hand through his hair, he looked down at the much smaller woman, his eyes shimmering a bit in the dim light. [color=crimson]”But you are a Queen, a powerful and deserving one to make her own time and spend it as she sees fit. I know my wine very well, and I’m hoping to get to know you just as well.”[/color] He flexed his wings over both of them before retracting, turning around to face the door.

[color=crimson]“Tonight. I’ll let you pick the place.”[/color]

The little Queen Alice was looking utterly pleased as she gave a smirk. “Oh? Then should I hope to see you at the Queen’s Residence tonight?” She smiled, using her fan to shield her face as her entourage twittered behind her in amusement and excitement. ‘Oh, he’s a handsome man!’ ‘I wonder if..’ ‘An Eyrien out here? What a curious thing!’ The whispered were hardly worthy of being called that but Alice ignored them. She was merciful after all and all this was boosting her own image! Imagine if she could get an Eyrien Warlord Prince in her Court! Why! Then she would be the Provincial Queen’s favorite!

[color=crimson]”Expect me.”[/color] Was all he said before opening the door and letting himself out, walking out without so much as looking back as a smirk crept on his face. Worked like a charm, his evening would be much more interesting than he has originally thought. He would see how things went, from that conversation she didn’t seem so bad at all. Maybe worth saving. That Walter fellow seemed a bit resentful, but a lot of men were when a much stronger man advanced on their Queen. He made it a point not to be followed before going to the Tavern to prepare for the night ahead.