Lugft Huron, the 2nd born
Lugft Huron had made sure to be as close to the line as physically possible, he wanted a good look at every Gem who was about to walk out. Other nearby Drakken muttered about how unfair it was for him to be so close, after all it meant he could basically have first pick. They envied him, but in truth he didn't envy himself. As much as he loved women, specifically beautiful Gem ones, he was uncertain of what he wanted, a rarity for Lugft as he normally didn't want anything to complex.
Lugft's last two brides were still fresh and bitter in his mind, seeing as they had both committed some form of tandem suicide less than a week ago in some futile way of rebelling. All it served to do was send him into a fit of rage, killing one of his servants. So he was back, and completely unsure of what he was looking for.
He hadn't even been all that interested in his last two brides anyway, they hadn't had that... special something Lugft had been looking for. Something you could really show off, the perfect trophy but Lugft didn't even know what that something was, at least not in a bride. Despite this, he was hoping something would really catch his eye, so he was at the front for when it did. The first Gem out was beautiful, but they all were, and there was nothing particularly special about her, so he waited to see what the next offered.
The princess? That got his attention, he could have practically touched the delicate thing. Now this? This was getting somewhere. He smiled as she passed, and even gave a small, mocking bow, before baring his exposed chest. Unlike other noble's he didn't wear under shirts, his chest was always bare in its thick impressive glow. Not that he needed to impress anyone, he got to pick not them, but he had never liked covering his chest, he saw it as a sign of ashamed weakness.
As the princess passed he knew he had to make a claim for her, contested or not. But, she still didn't grab him like he had wanted yet, at least not enough. He had come here for two after all, so he looked back, and patiently waited for the next bride to pop out, and hopefully impress him.
Lugft Huron had made sure to be as close to the line as physically possible, he wanted a good look at every Gem who was about to walk out. Other nearby Drakken muttered about how unfair it was for him to be so close, after all it meant he could basically have first pick. They envied him, but in truth he didn't envy himself. As much as he loved women, specifically beautiful Gem ones, he was uncertain of what he wanted, a rarity for Lugft as he normally didn't want anything to complex.
Lugft's last two brides were still fresh and bitter in his mind, seeing as they had both committed some form of tandem suicide less than a week ago in some futile way of rebelling. All it served to do was send him into a fit of rage, killing one of his servants. So he was back, and completely unsure of what he was looking for.
He hadn't even been all that interested in his last two brides anyway, they hadn't had that... special something Lugft had been looking for. Something you could really show off, the perfect trophy but Lugft didn't even know what that something was, at least not in a bride. Despite this, he was hoping something would really catch his eye, so he was at the front for when it did. The first Gem out was beautiful, but they all were, and there was nothing particularly special about her, so he waited to see what the next offered.
The princess? That got his attention, he could have practically touched the delicate thing. Now this? This was getting somewhere. He smiled as she passed, and even gave a small, mocking bow, before baring his exposed chest. Unlike other noble's he didn't wear under shirts, his chest was always bare in its thick impressive glow. Not that he needed to impress anyone, he got to pick not them, but he had never liked covering his chest, he saw it as a sign of ashamed weakness.
As the princess passed he knew he had to make a claim for her, contested or not. But, she still didn't grab him like he had wanted yet, at least not enough. He had come here for two after all, so he looked back, and patiently waited for the next bride to pop out, and hopefully impress him.
