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[color=B2E0DD]Location:[/color] Winton - The Inn[/center][hr][hr]

When he heard the words 'Black Widow' he could not help but snap his eyes onto the slight woman.  His eyes narrowed and he felt a surge of distrust.  Of course, he would, he had been taught to fear them as all in the empire did.  They could break men.  Sucked their bone marrow out while they still lived.  Cursed those who displeased them.  He suddenly felt as if he were on extremely uneven ground.  He stuck to the shadows, doing his best not to be seen by the vile woman.  How could his perfect Queen consort with such evil?

He narrowed his eyes as Saetan wished to look into the woman's mind.  Didn't he know that was dangerous?  She could trap him there or turn his mind to mush.  This was an awful plan.  Of course, the Widow was allowing him to look, because she knew he wouldn't get out.  He had half a mind to tell Saetan as much but something told him that speaking now would not end well for him.  He lowered his gaze to watch Fatima.

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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Winton - The Inn[/center][hr][hr]

She smiled, accepting the drink and lifting it to her lips.  She sipped the frothy liquid, enjoying the bitter flavor course down her throat.  She was not paying too much mind to the affairs before her.  She was just so tired.  And dirty.  She wanted a hot bath and a nice nap.  The conversation was going about as well as she suspected it would.  She was not prepared for Faeril to straight-up admit to catching them all in her web.  Did it matter?  Fatima trusted Faeril, the woman wouldn't go about ensnaring men just to suit her fancy.  No, Fatima had this wild idea that while the woven spell did bind them together it only bound willing souls.  For no unwilling soul would do for Fatima's Court.  She would never allow it.

She set her mug on the table in front of her.  It seemed they were all looking for her verdict.  She wished they would have held off on all of this until she'd been able to truly rest.  She rubbed her fingertips against her temple before looking up at them.  Dareen even implored her to speak and something twisted in her heart.  She would feel badly about reacting this way later.  But for now, she was tired and grumpy and sick of people harping on her.  She longed for the freedom she's had in her younger years.

[color=6E8E67]"Would everyone kindly shut the fuck up?"[/color] she said darkly.  She was thankful for the silence which followed her quiet proclamation.  [color=6E8E67]"If this is what Faeril chooses to do, none of you can stand in her way.  Stop acting like you could and instead focus on things you can actually do, hmm?"[/color]  She glared down the three brothers, her patience on a spider's thread.  Always attempting to protect the headstrong woman but never in the right ways.  Stupid foolish men.  She was getting awfully sick of them.  Far too many of them in this room in fact.

She turned bleary, tired eyes upon the Black.  [color=6E8E67]"As for you, should Faeril come out of this harmed in anyway..."[/color]  who was she kidding, she couldn't do anything to Saetan.  He was her better.[color=6E8E67]  "Well, I should say I'll be quite cross.  Even if you don't like what answers you might find do not hurt her.  You may have no use for any of us, but we need her."[/color]  She sipped her beer again and leaned heavily against the table, massaging her head again and willing the stubborn headache to take its leave.  She'd drained too much of her own energy to heal it as she normally might.  [color=6E8E67]"That good enough for all of you?"[/color] she asked bitterly.