The King's Favorites. [PRIVATE]

[CVKE]

Eliza winced as the Queen caught her in a fierce hold, the pain started to increase every second. Eliza felt being pulled close, she tried to escape the Queen’s clutches with no avail. Eliza, thinking quickly dodged the punch that was thrown at her, barely. She felt the punch whiz by her ear. Only a second later did Eliza notice the knee that was aimed at her. Thinking rather quickly, the palms of her hands landed on the top of Queen Vitani’s knee, pushing she brought the knee down as well as jumping into the air in the process. Landing a few feet away from the Queen. Damn. She’s too good. Eliza grimaced. She had no idea how she would defeat someone this powerful. Stepping back Eliza looked over Vitani’s figure. She has to have some kind of weakness…Agh! This is not good… Eliza ran towards Vitani once again, this time as soon she was close she swooped low and stuck her leg hoping to hit the Queen’s calves.


[[Yay, for short posts. - w -"]]

[CVKE]

“Aw, fine. I’ll train then.” Chez grinned, looking at the black case the white-haired man was pointing at. “Alrighty then. I shall get my weights.” Chez left with a playful smirk, he had ignored the man’s last sentence. Once he was standing over the box he leaned down grabbing four thirty pound weights easily. Slipping them on Chez walked with ease. I’ve had to deal with worse… His gaze flickered around the garden. Now who should I pick on. His gaze once again landed on the girl who fiercely hitting the white-haired man. As Chez continued to watch her he saw her pull back and examine her palm. With another one of his playful smirks he approached her, leaning over her shoulder he saw the marks on her palms that had come from her nails. “OoO. You got a little booboo.” Chez chuckled in the girls ear making her jump. His smirk grew bigger as she stepped away from him. “Here let me help you with that.” He said, taking her palm in his hand. He winked at her again before he leaned down, licked the blood away from the palm. He felt the girl jerk her arm away, looking up Chez saw her face flush bright red.

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

Ania glanced around the garden as she stepped out from behind a few trees, watching idly. It looked like there was only one real fight going on, and the shorter one seemed to be using practically zero effort while her opponent struggled.
Now it made sense. Those two were from that kingdon of Assanya. And from the little tiara that lay on the ground innocently not far from the small woman, she assumed she was Queen. Apparently Vincent had some interesting visitors.
'They'll be interesting to fight. Someone worth of competition.' She rolled her shoulders, thinking back to when she had temporarily worked in Assanya. That was some of the best training she's had, and she liked the fact that the people were hardy and able to defend themselves. Part of the reasons she was rarely called on to attack someone from that country. Whenever she did, it was a pretty good fight.
Ania turned her eyes back to the soldiers and guards, watching as they paired up and starting punching into their partner's palms. Target and strength practice, apparently. And all of them were wearing those weights...
Casually Ania went over to the weights and locked some around her ankles and wrists, but made a face. It wasn't nearly enough to even make a difference to her. The young woman kept adding weights until she had three on each arm and leg.
Ania looked around slowly before finding a young man, perhaps a little older than her. "Hey." When he stopped she gestured him over. "Practice with me." He eyed her for a moment before shrugging and walking over.
Obviously he didn't see her as much threat. Ania inwardly rolled her eyes. 'Men...' When he held up his palms, Ania braced her feet, one in front and the other in back before slamming her fist into his palm.
The man instantly flew back several feet and landed into a tree. Ania blinked slowly and shrugged. "Whoops?" She headed over to him to make sure he was still concious.

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?

[NaomiHikari]

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║•vitani•lacy•lee•
║_________•demon•of•war•
║"Despite the lies that your making
║Your love is mine for the taking
║My love is just waiting
║To turn your tears to roses"

Blue eyes were concentrated Rei’s fists, examining her posture and how tightly she held her fists. Both were off. Her fists were too tight, too tense and would only cause harm to her. She wasn’t in a position that would allow her the accuracy or power she wanted to achieve. He could see that one of Newton’s laws was coming in to effect. With each punch, she would pause and he knew why. He had not moved and it was like hitting a bricking wall with all your force. That force would simply be reflected right back at you and instead of harming your opponent, you harm yourself. Seeing she had stopped, he arched a brow and looked up at her to see she was inspecting her hands. Standing from his crouched position, he moved to check her hands, but the dark haired man had returned. Damien’s brow twitched in irritation as he watched the scene unfold between the two. They weren’t going to get anywhere with this fool around. He sighed and turned a bit, opening his blue eyes to see a rather familiar woman opening the case. She wasn’t given permission to even join the training. Obviously she was missed out learning manners. Messing with another’s property, royal property at that. He watched her carefully, eyeing her as she placed on a few of the weights. She was carrying 90 pounds on each limp. His brow twitched as she moved on from the case and approached a guard. For some reason, the woman’s presence bothered him. It irked him.

Soon remembering Rei and the dark haired man, Damien approached the two and reached out, pulling Rei back to him by her shirt. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as his eyes narrowed. “I thought I told you not to distract the trainees. And just so know… this one’s taken. Not be me, but by a Favorite as your king calls them. I don’t think he would be too pleased with you flirtin’ with his…” he drifted a bit as he looked down at her, unsure what to call her. He didn’t know what mates were called here in this kingdom. He glanced back at the woman, “His mate,” he finished, deciding to go with terms he knew. He had released her, though now he stood powerfully beside her, daring Chez to try and come near her again. Back in Assanya, mating is very important. You must be faithful, else you are deemed a whore, unless circumstances state otherwise. Rape is punishable by death and as is killing your mate. Though those are rarities, so rare, the people sometimes forget. Even Damien forgets sometimes. Though if anyone tries to takes another’s mate, another can interfere and protect the mated in question. That was what he was doing for Rei now. Simply making sure she didn’t stray. And fending off someone who could be a danger to a mating.

His attention was drawn from Chez as he heard a crash and what could be the audible sound of bones shattering and breaking. His head whipped to the direction of the sound, his white hair following the movement in a wave. His blue eyes widened as he saw the guard lying limp against a tree. Bark had fallen and crumbled from the tree where he had hit, leaving it bare. His brow twitched and his eyes shot to the woman he had seen before. His teeth clenched and he bared a pair of sharp fangs. Who the hell was this woman? What the ******** was she doing here? And why the hell was she so familiar? And also, why was she pissing him off so ******** easily?! His eyes flashed red and his body tensed. His hair seemed to prickle and rise a bit as he glared at the woman. Hating her very presence with every cell of his being. That strength. Where had she gotten it? She was not an Assanyan. All he knew, his instinct was telling him to kill her off. Not because of the injured guard. No. Something deeper. His fingers twitched, knuckles and joints cracking dangerously. And not only had she damn near killed the man, but she was killing any chances of this treaty happening. Finally, the frustration built up and he released a battle cry that nearly shook the earth.

Vitani grinned at Eliza, watching as she dodged each attack and got out her grip. The woman had jumped back and the Queen simply moved back in to her defensive stance. She watched Eliza study her and she knew the girl was trying to find a weakness. She waited patiently until the girl moved and chuckled as she took a head on approach again. As the woman swooped her leg at Vitani’s shins and calves, she simply jumped, dodging her leg like it was a jump rope and she was playing a game. Crouched in the air, she grinned before landing and rushing forward the little distance between them. She had taken the offensive. Suddenly leaning forward, she rolled on the ground before catching herself in front of Eliza and unfolding her body in a swift movement. Her next move was smooth, forcing her now straightened legs and steel toed boots into Eliza’s chest with speed unnatural. She was now using her full power. Harming this girl anymore then needed would only damage and make the negotiations harder. A battle cry, almost a roar, reached her ears and she immediately knew who was releasing the savage sound. Her brother. She quickly flipped back on to her feet, holding up her palm to Eliza to show the battle was on pause.

Searching the area, she found her brother; he seemed more frustrated than she had ever seen him. She looked for the cause and could only see a man lying limply and a woman. She was wearing many weights and she looked familiar. She immediately knew why her brother as so frustrated. That woman was Ania… the trespasser who they had banished quite a few years ago. She had no control. No respect. Plus the fact she was not of Assanayn blood. She had somehow gotten past the border and had placed herself in the Armada, taking advantage of the training. And by the look of the man, she still did not have control. Her eyes flicked back to her brother. He was frustrated and rearing to kill for one reason. He had never finished killing the woman before she got over the border. She had managed to escape the death penalty and that left her brother with an unattained goal. She just hoped he wouldn’t give in to the urge.

Damien’s features had darkened and he sent one glance to the two, warning them not to move. He suddenly looked at Chez and he glared, “Somehow, I get the feeling you know this woman. If so, come with me,” he ordered harshly, his normal smile having disappeared. He turned on his heel and marched over to the woman, dark waves of anger rolling off of him. Before the woman could reach the guard, he had stepped in front of her and fixed with a gaze that screamed ‘Die!’. “Woman…” he growled before looking over her features and his jaw clenched before his eyes flashed red again. “ANIA!” he barked. It was that damned assassin. No wonder she had his blood boiling and seeing red. “You… still alive…” he growled out and glared darkly at the woman, wishing she would drop dead. “You’re reason enough to drop this treaty my sister has agreed to. Be happy you got out alive.” His arms hung tensed at his sides. Glancing behind him at the body of the guard, he scowled. “And you still have no control. Nor any respect. Using another’s equipment without permission,” he informed, speaking to her with disgust. You’d think he wouldn’t be so bitter with a past student. One he privately taught, trying desperately to drill in her discipline and control. But she never achieved them. She was strong, but without control, you’re nothing. Some might say he had horrible control, but he wasn’t ripping her limb from limp like he wanted to. That took a lot of strength to do. His hands itched.

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•damien•"heartbreaker"•lee•║
"I'll be the one that's gonnahold you║
I'll be the one that you run to║
My love is║
A burning in consumming fire"║

[The PrinceofHeart]

W h i c h o f m e . . .

Ania wasn't that far from the guard when she heard a rather familiar roar of rage behind her and now an even more familiar face as Damien stepped in front of her and blocked the guard from her.
Ania raised an eyebrow at him, not flinching as Damien screamed in her face. 'Oh my, aren't we ferocious?' If looks could kill, she'd be 12 feet under right about then. It was obvious that Damien wanted her dead, or at least beaten into submission. She had to admit he had good reason; sneaking into the impenitrable borders of Assanya, pushing herself into the Armada and taking full advantage of the training, and pretty much shoving all of his attempts to break her in back into his overly-sized nose.
As he yelled at her Ania yawned wide in bordom, glancing down at her nails like they were the most important things in the world to her. "Are we done here yet?" Ania glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I left your kingdom. Be happy about that. Normally I would make my stay a lot longer, but unfortunately you seem to have a rather large stick shoved up somewhere uncomfortable."
The assassin cocked her hips to the side. "And 'royal property'?" She pointed to the weights. "I might as well have grabbed a nearby boulder and carried it around on my back." With a roll of her crimson eyes she pulled off the weights from her arms and ankles.
"If it means that much to you, I'll put them back. No need to get an ulcer worrying about little ol' me."
Ania turned on her heel and placed the weights back where she had gotten them. "I wondered idly why your face was so familiar..." She glanced over her shoulder at Damien before turning back around to face him. "Unfortunately I was 'indisposed', so I couldn't have given you the proper greeting. Or at least, the greeting I liked."
Ania wasn't sure what to call her sweet and innocent side. Unlike a lot of cases, she knew she had multiple personalities. However... It's come to the point where she wasn't sure which side of her was the real Ania. It was quite annoying, actually.
Ania huffed and put her hands on her hips. "Could you blame me for wanting to get out of that stupid and cramped castle and stretch my legs a bit? It's been FOREVER since I've been in control like this, away from that worthlesss and meek lamb self of mine!" She sighed and brushed her bangs from her face. "I haven't been called on in so long. No one needs anyone to be killed or even maimed recently. It was maddening, feeling my muscles and my body slowly start to deteriorate like rotting fruit."
Ania smiled at him almost innocently if her eyes weren't so sickenly happy.
"I just needed to get in one punch. Something at least to satisfy a craving." She glanced behind Damien. "Normally I don't get that crazy. I have been trying to get myself a little more in control. Meditation's been helping." She shrugged. "Guess it was just pent up energy. Hopefully it didn't snap his spine..."
This was pretty amusing. Ania was having a casual conversation with a man that probably wanted to rip her limb from limb.

I s t h e r e a l m e . . . ?

[junodog]

Tyki
(imagine he looks older than in the pic)

Tyki stopped his punching the minute he heard Damien Lee's battle cry. He'd been keeping an eye on the man from the minute Chez had joined in on the training - Chez bothered him for some reason, maybe because he was Vincent's stepbrother, or maybe because of his attitude, or maybe because he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. Either way, it bothered him that he was going after Rei, and to his surprise, it wasn't out of jealousy. Rei belonged with Damien Pride, she didn't need anyone else bothering her unless she wanted it. He knew that without a doubt after the stunt he'd pulled with her the day before.
He watched as Damien Lee approached the girl and the guard, and immediately understood what had happened. He turned to Damien Pride and said, "I'm going to see if I can help," before running over and stopping just behind Damien Lee. "Hey..." he began, then waited until Damien Lee had finished telling the girl off before continuing. "Should I have someone take him to the hospital wing? Or heck, I'll just take him myself, it'd be faster," he said, then waited for Damien Lee's reply before picking up the injured guard and heading down to get the man the medical attention he so sorely needed.
He ran through the halls, not stopping until he arrived at the door to the hospital wing. It was a vast place, with enough equipment to take care of all the basic needs of the castle's inhabitants, as well as hold a small number of long-term patients. Tyki had been to the hospital wing several times over the years. The first couple times had been due to Vincent, or rather, Tyki not being completely ready for the king's idea of a good night. The rest of the times had been due to either minor illnesses, annual checkups, or the results of Tyki's less successful inventions. He handed the guard off to one of the nurses, then looked around the room. There was hardly anyone in the room, save for one woman. Tyki walked up to her, curious to see who she was. She wasn't a familiar face, and she had a look that Tyki knew all too well. She did not want to be here.
"What are you in here for?" he asked her.
She looked up at him and said, "I'm sick. They just figured out what it is and I'll be fine in a few days."
"You don't seem too happy about that," Tyki remarked.
"Because I don't want to be here in the first place. Not only that, but they took my son to repay a debt my husband owed the king."
"Oh... that explains everything," Tyki said, understanding the woman's pain immediately. "How old is he?"
"Fourteen. And before you ask, I'm thirty-eight," she added, before Tyki could voice his surprise.
"You seem to be aging well, then," he said with a polite smile. "What does your son look like? I've been living as one of Vincent's Favorites for eleven years, so I can help him out while you're stuck here."
The woman looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then said, "You're not a *****, are you?"
"Not unless I have to be," Tyki replied. "I was taken here when I was fourteen, I know what it's like... to an extent. I was a little more willing, and I had no idea what I was in for."
She continued to look at him, but her gaze was thoughtful this time, and eventually she said, "He knows what he's in for, which is both good and worrisome, because he has a panic disorder. He looks like he's about nine years old. Brown hair, blue eyes, four feet and nine inches tall, slightly underweight but not out of shape, probably wearing that fits his new position as the king's latest toy. His name is Kyle."
"All right, I'll keep an eye out for him," Tyki said with a smile. "I'll see you around, I'm sure, um..."
"Annie."
"Annie." Tyki nodded. "I'm Tyki. I'll remember you, if you run into trouble you can ask for me and I'll see if I can help."
"Thank you," she said, just as a doctor approached and ushered Tyki away. Tyki checked up on the guard once more before leaving and heading back to the garden, making a note to see whether he could find Kyle before he was broken in. He arrived at the garden a few minutes later, and he approached Damien Lee to tell him that the guard would most likely make a full recovery, even though he wouldn't be able to return to work for several weeks.

[CVKE]

Eliza’s eyes followed Vitani’s figure as she jumped into the air. Before she had anytime to react she was kicked swiftly in the chest, Eliza gasped as she flew a few feet back. Landing on her back her ears caught a loud yell. Sitting up her eyes looked at the man who had yelled. It was Vitani’s brother. Damien Lee. And did he looked pissed. Eliza’s eyes wandered again in the same area wondering who had managed to make man that angry. Her eyes landed on a woman in black. Eliza suddenly remembered the situation that she was in, looking at Vitani she saw the woman’s eyes were on her brother as well. Picking herself up, Eliza stood there watching the scene play out. But at the same time thinking about her next move. If only I had some weapons… Eliza frowned at the thought. Things would be somewhat easier with weapons but then again that might be a huge advantage to Vitani as well.

[CVKE]

⌠ ● Яϧɨ ● ⌡

Rei felt powerful arms on her shoulder, she looked up and saw a fierce looking Damien. Her body twitched as he called her Damien P.’s mate. “Wait! I’m not his mate…We’re just friends.” It hurt her to say that about them, but she was quite confused about their relationship right now. She winced as Damien’s loud battle cry pierced her ears. Her hands went over her ears rubbing them, frowning she looked up at the man who was looking in a different direction. Following his gaze she saw Ania, or someone that looked exactly like. This woman was more evil looking, stronger. The innocence in her was gone. “Ania?” The words left her mouth in a whisper. Damien L.’s next set of harsh words were directed at Chez who replied him in a lazy fashion. Both of them left Rei standing there, she watched them go to Ania. Sighing he pinched her cheeks in irritation. Something always happened, something had to happen. Geez. Her eyes drifted to Damien P., Rei quickly averted her crimson eyes, but they kept going back to the man.

[CVKE]

Chez slightly annoyed as Damien L. pulled Rei away from. She belongs to a favorite then…intresting. Chez thought as Damien spoke. Shifting Chez looked at Rei who looked quite flustered at the moment. He chuckled lowly as he heard her say that she wasn’t Damien P.’s mate. “Ahaha. Cute.” He smiled. His mind was then distracted by a huge crashing sound. Tilting his head towards the area where the sound came from, Chez sighed. “Oh my. What is that woman doing…?” His eyes drifted to the unconscious guard that was on the ground by the tree. Smooth, Ania. Real smooth. Chez frowned at the assassin in his head. His attention was again caught by Damien L.’s loud shout. Chez caught Damien L.’s glare, stepping back away from the man Chez spoke again with a light tease in his voice. “Fine, Fine. But know this I’m neither friend nor her companion. We just kinda know each other…seeing that we live in the same castle.” Chez followed Damien L.’s to Ania. He winced at Damien L.’s loud voice as he barked at Ania. Would it kill you to be a little quieter. Chez groaned mentally as he listened to both of them talk.

Chez really wasn’t in the mood for all this bickering, so quietly moved back away from the two. He was back standing next to Rei who was stealing quick glances at a silver-haired man he figured that he was the favorite that owned Rei. A mused smile appeared on Chez’s face. Wrapping his arms Rei, “Earth to Rei.” He laughed, waiting for her reaction which he got a second later.

“Ah!” Rei gasped as she finally noticed Chez. “Let…go!” Rei struggled in the man’s grip. It was impossible tight. Chez finally let go of her, and stepped in front of her. Taking her hand, he bowed and kissed it. “Ah, I don’t think I mentioned my name. Its Chez Valkery.” His smile grew as he saw her face was turning slightly red. He felt her snatch her hand away from and rub it against her clothes as if something dirty touched. “Aw, I’m not dirty.” Chez pouted faking a hurt look on his face.

[NaomiHikari]

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║•vitani•lacy•lee•
║_________•demon•of•war•
║"Despite the lies that your making
║Your love is mine for the taking
║My love is just waiting
║To turn your tears to roses"

Damien growled a bit as he heard Ania trying to make this a casual conversation. He sighed and grumbled a bit, simply glaring at her. His brow twitched at the stick comment. As he much he wanted to retort and throw back an insult, he held his tongue. Crossing his arms over his chest, he listened to her. She insulted the ways and he could only chuckle. The heavier weights were back in the suite. Did she really think they would give these poorly trained fools heavier weights? You can’t put too much strain on the body. It has to slowly adjust. Though he lost interest as she moved on to another topic and his blue eyes glanced over his shoulder. He saw the body of the man and then saw a mop of white hair. He arched a brow as he greeted them. This was Tyki, if he remembered correctly. He nodded, “Sure, take him,” he replied and then watched as the man lifted the other and raced off. He stared after them until they disappeared in to the castle and he sighed, smiling a bit. He had missed most of what Ania had said and blinked, arching a brow at her as he turned back. She was talking about meditating. At least she was trying to control herself… even if just a little. He flashed her a smile, one that could make even the Devil himself blush. “Keep up the training, I have business elsewhere, Ania,” he excused himself and stepped around Ania. He waved a hand over his shoulder to her and left the girl standing there.

He had known that Chez had left and went back to Rei. He paused and looked at the two. Sighing, he tried to think about the situation. She’s not the favorite’s mate, then what is she? Oh well, if she isn’t, he didn’t have to worry about her. She was free to be taken. He shook his head and approached Pride. The silver haired man was simply relaxing in a chair, watching over everyone else. It seemed he was quite peaceful and even though he had seen Rei and Chez, he didn’t seem to care much. Either that or he wasn’t the jealous type. Whatever the cause, he wouldn’t mess in the affairs. “You letting her go?” he finally asked as he stood beside the silvered haired man. He felt the man’s silver eyes on him.

Pride shrugged a bit and watched as Chez and Rei interacted. He was protective of her, but he didn’t know too much of his feelings toward her. He didn’t know if it was because she was a woman, or that he simply didn’t want the stress of being in a relationship. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, tossing a weight up and down idly. Glancing up at Lee, he saw the striking blue hues of the male were on him. Swallowing, he turned his eyes away from the body guard. He could see the scolding look in his eyes and he suddenly like a child who had disappointed his father.

“I don’t get it. How can you-wait, everyone here in this blasted country-not know their relationship with someone? Lack of communication…” he summed it up in the end. He had not yelled, his voice was harsh, but not loud. Plainly, it puzzled him how everyone here seemed so unsure. Rei also did not know about her relationship with Damien. He grumbled before looking at the long silver braid down Pride’s back. He arched a brow and ran his fingers through his own long white hair. He just never saw the need to cut his hair. It never got in the way. It wasn’t much trouble, especially when Vitani washes it. He chuckled. Gods, those were some fun bathes. He quickly banished the thoughts and memories before he was forced to chase down Vitani and take her. But… looking at Pride, he didn’t think this man would let his hair grow out. “Why did you let your hair grow out?” he questioned.

Pride blinked and looked up at Lee with surprised silver eyes. He arched a silver brow before nodding a bit and sitting back, relaxing. “Well, I just never wanted to cut it. It was a part of my past and it holds memories,” he explained. He didn’t see any reason to hold an attitude or lie to the man. He was simply curious, right?

“Memories that shaped you in to this?”

The man’s harsh tone as he said the last word hit him and he turned, facing Lee and narrowing his eyes. He wondered what he meant by those words. What was so bad about what he was now? Did the man know of his gender issue?

As if he was able to read the young man’s mind, he placed a finger to Pride’s forehead and smirked. “I’ve already told you. I will release you. And this hair, if it holds memories that are holding you back, will have to go,” he whispered, leaning in close to the other and smiling. He touched the braid and felt Pride flinch away. He simply grinned and stood back up as Tyki arrived. He nodded as he heard the news and then finally took the time to notice how short the man was. He soon shrugged and glanced over the men still training. Glancing over at his sister, he had noticed that she had stopped fighting and had been watching him. He sighed and waved a hand, signaling she could continue, but it didn’t seem she wanted to. His sister not wanting to fight? The world must be coming to a end. But it was confirmed as she turned and spoke to Eliza, before heading their way.

Vitani glanced at Eliza, “You’re free to go. We can continue this later. I apologize,” she bowed her head quickly and heading over to her brother and the two favorites. She had made a little detour to Rei and Chez also. Though she didn’t grab Rei, instead she grabbed Chez, while simply smiling at Rei, “This way, we’re going to have a chat with the boys,” she explained and dragged Chez along, her grip vice as she lead them over to the three boys. Her brother didn’t seem too happy that she brought along Chez, but she had a feeling that the man would of followed anyway. She soon let go of Chez once she stood beside her brother and she sighed, looking over the group. She soon glanced over at Eliza, waving her over before turning back to the group.“Two of you do not know me, correct? And I do not know you. I am Vitani Lee of the Lee Dynasty, Queen of Assanya. And this is Damien, my brother and bodyguard,” she introduced quickly to the two she hadn’t introduced herself to. “I’m here for a peace treaty. Well… to tell the truth, I wouldn’t be here at all if your King had not attacked my country and then decided to back out when he found out it was impossible. But I agreed to meet with him…” she explained, seeming to regret her decision. She sighed, “Now… on issues that have come up…” she glanced over them and then her eyes landed on Rei then moved to Chez. She stared at him for a few minutes, crossing her arms, “Introduce yourself. I know the others, even the white haired one, Tyki. But you, you are new. All I have learned is that you are a… I don’t even have a word for it.”

Both Damiens, without a thought answered her problem. “PLAYER” the word had escaped their lips before even they could comprehend. Of course Lee’s moves sometimes looked like flirting, but it isn’t. It’s more of a technique. He even uses it when fighting, on men and women. He does it Vitani all the time. That’s her weakness, flirting and sensuality in general. Though it only works if a man does it. His is straight. If a woman does it, it would just make her pissed or uncomfortable. Though no man other than Damien has done it during battle or off the field. Any other sees it as suicide.

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•damien•"heartbreaker"•lee•║
"I'll be the one that's gonnahold you║
I'll be the one that you run to║
My love is║
A burning in consumming fire"║

[CVKE]

⌠ ● Яϧɨ ● ⌡

Rei was flustered. Again. Why? She didn’t exactly know. Did all women react to Chez like she did? She hoped they had. She didn’t want to be the only who reacted to this man this way. Rei unconsciously stepped back away from the man. She didn’t feel comfortable around him; she felt that he would something to her if she let her guard fully down or if she turned her back to him. He somewhat scared her. The way he looked at her like she was some kind of amusing toy or like she was some kind of food that he could he eat or play around with. Who exactly was he? Rei glanced at Chez only to see him staring back with a grin on his face. She wished he would just go away. Leave her alone and go play with someone else. She looked at Damien P. only to see the other Damien (L) talking to him. Both were busy in a conversation. [i[Somebody save me! Rei screamed mentally for help. Her prayer was answered a few moments later when Vitani came took a hold of Chez’s collar and dragged him towards her brother and the favorite. Tyki was also now standing besides the two. Rei saw the Queen wave at someone, turning she saw Eliza make her way towards the group. Taking a deep breath she walked towards the group. Once she got there she made sure not stand near Chez.

[CVKE]

Eliza nodded at the Queen. Feeling a bit relieved that the fight was stopped. Vitani was powerful. More powerful than Eliza had imagined. It felt like she didn’t have any weakness. No, everyone has weaknesses. Just some people conceal there’s better than others. Eliza frowned at the thought as she saw the Queen drag a long dark haired man towards her brother and the other silver haired guy. Tyki was there as well. Only a moment later she caught the Queen waving at her, to join them. Sighing Eliza made her way over to the crowd. The Queen had already introduced herself when she got there. The other man, or as the two Damien’s called him ‘Player’ was pouting. Probably at the comment made by the two men. Eliza stood next to Tyki, she just listened to the others talk, she felt she didn’t need to talk. Her mind wandered away, thinking about Vitani. Her weakness. What it was. How could she possibly defeat the women.

[CVKE]

“Agh.” The word was choked out of Chez’s mouth as he was grabbed by the scruff of his shirt and dragged away. He couldn’t see who had managed to do it until the person had stopped. He turned around to face the young women and the 3 others. “Uh.” He stared at the woman who had grabbed him. She seemed vaguely familiar. Chez shooed the thought away as the women introduced herself. Before he could say anything her Brother, and the Rei’s master uttered a single word that described him. “Player.” Pouting, Chez spoke up. “I’m Chez Valkery…A noble who lives in the castle. And I’m not a player. I just get bored with my toys easily.” His eyes moved to the woman who joined the group. She was blond, with crimson eyes. Her hair was darker than Rei’s, her body more mature. He was about to send her wink when he saw the dazed look in her eyes that told him that she wasn’t even here, she was off in her own world. His eyes were on Vitani now. She was standing close to him, he took a step forward, taking the Queen’s hand in his. Kissing the top of it while bowing down. It was a simple greeting that Chez loved to perform. “It’s a pleasure to meet you my Queen.” The words slipped out of Chez’s mouth gracefully. Well techinically she had been his Queen once. When he was secretly training in the Assayan Army, living in their country.

Vincent could have told me that the Queen of Assayans was coming. Damn. Chez frowned mentally. On the top he was all happy, but inside he was somewhat annoyed at his brother. Chez knew he wasn’t King, and all. But you could say he was second in command if the King was gone somewhere. He worked from behind the curtain so few knew in the castle who he really was. If he knew that the Queen was coming he could’ve acted…well more civil and less like a “player”.

[NaomiHikari]

[D]amien [J]ulius [P]ride

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[R]enny [J]ewels

Renny nodded to Kyle and stretched before leading him out of the shop. He quickly locked up and sighed, taking a few moments to rest his mind and then turned. He ushered the boy to walk, leading and navigating him through the halls. “I swear, they built it this way on purpose. Probably to confuse enemies,” he rambled as he squared another corner. He finally reached the main hall and he sighed, “Okay, this way now. And we might meet Chez,” he rambled, walking down the hall and looking over the walls and paintings. He didn’t have much to say to the boya dn gave up on small talk, concentrating on reaching the garden. He knew he’d see tyki there and that was something he was somewhat dreading. As much he wanted to pretend that he didn’t know the man, it was hard. He’d known him for so long. He scowled at him and sped up, rushing down the hall and pushing through the doors, now facing the garden. It was filled with a sight he didn’t mind. Men working out and Damien in spandex. And who was that next to his dear Damien? Chez was there. He sighed and looked to Kyle, “See told you,” he gloated playfully and then took off, charging at Chez, but pouncing at the last minute and flying over the man and aiming his hug at Pride. “DEIMY-KUN!” he cried, tackling the man.

Damien’s eyes widened as he saw the impending doom, but it was obvious he couldn’t dodge. He soon felt the weight of the dressmaker on him and felt the chair tip backwards, sending the two tumbling on to the ground in a tangled heap. The gay’s arms wrapped tightly around Pride’s neck and his face nuzzled in to his chest. Though most would not recognize Renny without his vibrant clothing and make up, those who knew his personality could easily spot him. Pride moaned a bit and looked up at Renny as he sat up, with Renny still in his lap. “Um… hi to you, too? Feeling better?” he asked before frowning as he saw the Renny with no makeup and his usually flamboyant clothes. Though he actually like this look on Renny, it was natural and made him cute, younger. Like a boy. He felt soft lips against his cheek and he arched a brow.

“Yep, all better. I’m sorry I put you through that,” he apologized and looked down apologetically. He felt Damien pat his hair and knew he was forgiven. Damien was never one to hold something against someone. Renny looked around the others and waved, “Hi!!” his clawed fingers spanning in a friendly manner. “I’m Renny, nice to meet all of you. And Chez… you owe me 876 dollars,” he informed before yipping as he felt Damien pick him up and stand. He soon felt himself being set down beside Tyki as Pride dusted himself off.

Pride’s eyes soon moved to a small figure. A boy with chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a outfit that almost resembled the white haired boy’s from earlier. It must have been the ears on the hood that had him think it looked alike. It was obviously made by Renny, who else would but a tail on an outfit meant for casual wear. He smiled at the boy, fixing his chair and sitting back down.

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Kyle Lockend

Kyle followed Renny without a word, at least until Renny made a remark about the confusing layout of the place. "Either that or to keep idiots like me from trying to escape," he remarked dryly. He didn't react to Renny's mention of Chez, as his own thoughts were occupying his mind and he realized Renny didn't have much to say either. He didn't mind the silence, though. Even though he was happy to have someone to talk to without having to watch what he said, he still found it hard to have a casual conversation with anyone besides his mother. He wondered whether he would meet anyone his own age at the castle, and whether he could start building up something that at least resembled a normal life. He would have a long way to go, he knew that much, but he hoped that he could at least get to the point where he didn't have to be so hopeless when it came to small talk.
Resentment began to build in him as they walked. He would have had a perfectly normal life if Vincent hadn't demanded him as a replacement, and up until now, living in hiding had been worth it to him, because he had the freedom to go where he wanted and do - for the most part - what he wanted, and he had learned about sex the normal way instead of being forced into it like his mother said could have been the case. But now he was wondering whether it would have been easier if he hadn't cooperated with his parents when they'd tricked Vincent into thinking he and his mother were both dead.
He didn't notice they were out in the garden until he heard Renny shouting, and he blinked and looked up, watching as Renny tackled the silver-haired man he'd seen earlier. He saw Chez also, and looked suspiciously at the man before sighing and shaking his head. He didn't like Chez much for some reason, even though the man had been the first to be nice to him and not completely embarrass him. Kyle walked up to the group, observing everyone he saw as he did so. There was the silver-haired man, and then a shorter, but older, man with purple hair so light it almost looked white in the sunlight, and Chez of course, and a couple of women that were all obviously citizens of Trinity. He nodded in greeting to them, and smiled back at the silver-haired man, before turning to the last two. He knew right away that they weren't from Trinity, and after a moment's observation he could place their origins. They were Assanyan, and judging by the way the woman stood and the tiara on her head, she was the queen of Assanya. His mind instantly went into the process of sorting through his mother's lessons so that he could greet her correctly and thus pay her the respect she deserved, and after a moment he stepped up to her, put his hand against her heart and nodded his head. "I didn't expect to meet an Assanyan in person. I am Kyle Lockend, heir to the Lockend estate." He thought back to what Renny had said earlier, about how King Vincent would be too busy today to pay much attention to Kyle, and he understood why. If the queen of Assanya was here in person, then something big was going on, and considering the way Trinity had been expanding, Kyle had a pretty good idea of what it was. He was glad his mother had taught him what she knew about Assanya, he wanted to give his country a good reputation while negotiations were taking place. Of course, as he glanced around the garden while he waited for her to respond, he wasn't so sure that the negotiations had even begun.