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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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Mikhail's return was some thing of a relief for the eyriens. The fear that the small Queen might wander into trouble was always present but to know she was safe, even with such a formidable Warlord Prince like Saetan SaDiablo becoming territorial over her... The men found it worrisome, a Warlord Prince's temper, especially the Black, put under the strain of the new bond to a queen was something best not tested. Faeril mean while hardly batted an eye. In fact to Mikhail she would seem almost delighted by the news.

What he said next put a blankness in her eyes and she gave the merest flinch. "It is not a spell to draw men to Fatima." Faeril stated firmly, her lips thin. "It was a prayer to draw the power to save the Blood. I wove it but I had no say in whom." Her kin about her shifted uncomfortably. They had a suspicion of what Faeril had been doing but confirmation was something else. Gennar gave Mikhail a wary look as the Black Widow bowed her head to Mikhail and sat in a rickety looking chair. Faeril’s own mind was racing in fear. Hed hands folding in her lap were white knuckles as she kept them from shaking. What would happen? Who all knew? And what would become of her for netting the strongest of the Blood in the realm?

Saetan glared at the Sceltie, turning his attention to Dareen he raised a brow. "I see you missed a step in your education. A queen always has a First Circle of twelve males." His words were cool as he arched a brow at the Pruul witch. "You don't feel the same pull, darling. The spell isn't connected over you either. Men serve and protect, Lady. We also obey and are not limited three days out of each month to live without our craft and vulnerable to attack." It was harsh, Saetan knew and he softened his words as much as he could. Turning his attention go Jandar he arched a brow. "I would meet this Black Widow before I decide on my course of action." There was no discussion it would be or he would not join.