[color=orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

Before any more could be said of him, the Falk King smile even more so. "Of course... Though I have little by way of flowers. I do believe this will suffice." With a wave and a spun whisp of shadowy air, he proffered a beautiful set of jewelry spun the clearest crystals. Images of those flowers that bloomed in the snow and gems that gleamed with a inner light. Blooming flowers hung from the necklace, as the crown was dripped in icy tendrils. Rings were secured to a bracelet, twined with flowers and crystals. "Though flowers of stone and ice, I have plenty." The shadows swirled beneath the set proffering them before the Winter Queen.

Turning his attention by way of a sideways look at the Mara King. "And you mistake me to think me desperate. I have no need to woo a lady. For do I not have my strength, by power and age? Can I not offer protection, and wealth from thousands of years gone by? Knowledge forgotten?" Smirking coldly he raised a eloquent brow. "King of Spring, I have not 'wooed' a maiden for thousands of years by choice. That I should chose to do so now, and chose to place such a offer to the beauty of the Queen Arys of Winter should speak well of her." Chuckling he inclined his head towards the Winter Queen. "And so it does indeed." Let the other Rulers chew upon that. Falk didn't hold back the smile, charming and handsome. Should she refused, he would lose nothing. She would lose a chance, but beyond that he would not treat her with coldness but simple acceptance. For it was true, he woo'd by choice.