[color=f49ac2][b][h3] Ayel Raunefeldt [/h3][/b][/color]

[color=f49ac2][b]"Watch your tone old crone!" [/b][/color]Ayel hissed harshly to Persephone, how dared she refer to him as a peacock, even if a peacock was a pretty thing, he was clearly leagues above it.

[color=f49ac2][b]"So you are indeed a guard. A mere castellan which has no authority outside the castle. Even a royal guard is still a guard."[/b][/color]

His eyes narrowed at Coswain.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Sir? I am the Marquess of Aurelias border region closest to Dawnhaven, I am Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt, son to the late Duke Raunefeldt. My belt buttons up over several other duties far exceeding you, Castellan Coswain. I am the grandmaster of the Aurelius emporium, a famous high quality merchant enterprise. I am also a childhood friend to his royal highness Crown Prince Flynn Astaros.  Your brutish ruffians will not touch my carriages, or I'll have you and everyone starve this coming winter. I am in charge of the supplies coming to Dawnhaven from Aurelia. And if you are so concerned with fire, arrest that walking fire hazard over there." [/b][/color]Ayel pointed accusingly and in a very irritated way towards Ashe in the distance. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Or this drunkard serf which has threatened to do physical harm to me! Do your work guard, or do you turn a blind eye? Some guard you are! If your lack of manners were not enough to begin with! Now you greybearded rapscallion, you will get on your knees and profoundingly appologize for your misconduct! Or I swear by Aelios, and his royal highness Crown Prince Astaros, I shall have you publically whipped for your breach of protocol. Kneel and beg for forgiveness and it shall be given, I am a merciful man."[/b][/color] Ayel said in a smug, condescending and manner which oozed of superiority. He knew that his wealth and title was making him practically untouchable. Unless someone would outrank him. The very idea made him feel sick. This bearded older man was everything wrong in the world, he was one of those reasons young and perfect rulers would be murdered by a group of angry peasants. But then again, what could he expect from some brutish northern barbarians.

Ayel held out his sheathed sword, using it as a thing to point with.

[color=f49ac2][b]"On your knees!" [/b][/color]He hissed, clearly agitated. [color=f49ac2][b]"You don't wish to make more of a scene and make things worse for your princess do you? My prince will  not allow you to publically upset this arrangement. Not to mention his Royal majesty the king of Aurelia and all the areas which encompass it!"[/b][/color] The sadistic marquess pointed to the muddy ground, beckoning for Coswain to kneel before him and appologize.


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