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Arion's eyes laced around the room full of nobles and other important people that Arion couldnt give a single damn about, the glass filled with wine still laying against his lip. His eyes fell on Elizabeth, immediately he felt himself sink into annoyance. *should have chosen the brunette* his mind spoke, thinking about the time years ago where he choose a woman to marry. A regretful day, probably the only mistake that Arion has done that he is even ***willing***** to admit.
A feisty woman, emotional too. And *incredibly annoying*. Always whining about how Arion mistreated her. Why should he? all little respect that he had for her has fallen after he found out that she can't even bare his children. Even her youth beauty is starting to fade away. *such a useless woman*
His eyes moved away from the mistake he made, seeking for something more *enjoyable*. Then you catched his eyes again. Wearing the silks and gold that Arion had given them. *not before making sure they knew he can take it all away again of course*. A small smirk curled on Arion's lips and he lifted the glass to sip the last drops from it before placing it down.
It's not that he is attached to you or anything, *no no*. He only kept them because of they're body and looks. If that fades away like everything in this world he will throw them away and seek someone new. *but for God's sake they* *****did***** *look good*, and he isn't so excited for the day when that beauty is gone.
The king tilted his head to the side.
"Bring me you" he spoke to Zuhar who like usually stood at his side. With a small nod of application he walked into the chatting crowd towards you. *why were they so far away from me anyway* They were suppose to stay at his side. Not chat with one of these stupid nobles that know nothing.
Soon the white haired man returned with you on their side. Arion looked at their beautiful face. *would love to see it crying*
"Why are you so far away from me?" He asked unpleased. "You aren't a guest here you. You don't get to wander around and talk to anyone you want. Your suppose to stay here." He tapped his wine glass, silently ordering zuhar to refill it, which he did. *at least one loyal person in this room* "here at *my* side. Do you understand doll?" He sipped from his glass.
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