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Ser Dagon walked into the room and confronted the Consort of the Fall King, his black armour clinking lightly as he stepped over the threshold. He could not deny, her beauty was certainly enough to stun a man momentarily, her time spent in the Fae Realms had obviously effected her better than he had. [i]How ravishing she would be, now I see why the Lord Falk took a fancy to her. Such a deliciously sweet mortal. Oh the things I could do to her-[/i]. Dagon blinked intentionally and his grip on [i]Sioc[/i] audibly tightened. He would not disappoint his Queen in this, nor smear his own honour.

"[b]Lady of Fall, the Queen of Winter requests your imminent audience. I am to be your escort.[/b]"

He extended his left hand, his icy blue flesh wreathed in armour as black as an arctic night. He did not anticipate Aisling putting up any resistance, she was a guest after all. But he was mentally prepared to by drag her before Arys if necessary, albeit gently so as not to harm Falk's pet. He clenched his jaw slightly, he mustn't, no he [b]wouldn't[/b] let [i]Sioc[/i] dominate his mind again, not here.