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Smiling down at his stubborn lover, River refused to give her the satisfaction of warding him off with her insults & excuses & kept her trapped beneath him. If she wanted to tell him that he was being inappropriate, she shouldn't have been inviting him alone to her room every day since they arrived at the Elven kingdom.

"Oh Emera," River hushed her gently, "My dear, sweet Lirimaer. I can marry anyone I like, even a stubborn woman like you. Dragons aren't necessarily placed into power through blood to begin with; my great grandfather was a general before he overthrew the current king at the time for being a corrupt, spineless coward."

Sitting upward, River decided to make her feel less closed in & pulled her onto his lap, idly sliding his fingers over the sliver of skin that was exposed due to the rip in her dress; he had to get her back for her meanness, after all. His grip around her waist was solid, but ultimately, she could pull away if she truly wanted; they both knew that he was pushy, but she always had a final say in what she did with her body.

"Why do you think I haven't married you already?" River asked gently as his wandering hand moved up & tucked strands behind Emera's ear, "Think carefully, Lirimaer. You've been studying Dragon law, right?"
Riber rolled his eyes as Emera insisted that she was just a challenge to River, & she would only have value for as long as she still had her virginity. Even after he said he would wait until she wed him, she was still going on about this? What an impossible woman.

"Emera, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but you're flattering yourself," River grumbled under his breath, "Men are more simple than you think. I've never worked so hard for a woman's affection before simply because I didn't want to. If a woman turned me down in the past, I was happy enough to find another woman willing to give me what I wanted; & believe me, I have been turned down before."

& then she was going on, talking about taking him to the vampires' kingdom, saying he would have to make peace with them somehow. Finally over his limit, River wrapped an arm & dragged Emera to her bed, tossing her back onto it. River followed immediately after, towering over her & effectively trapping her under him.

"Emera, don't test my patience," he growled, "There isn't a damn thing I can do about relations with other countries, only my brother & his appointed ambassadors have that power. & really, what's so hard for you to believe that I want you to be mine for the rest of our lives? Do you trust me that little that you think any girl with a pretty face could turn my attention from you?"
Ella stayed cuddled into Marken as he ordered her not to pick anyone over him again, nodding & snuggling close to him. Once again, he'd misunderstood he intent, but she was too drunk too explain thinks anymore, & too exhausted to fight him anymore. Marken had never been forced to do much in his life, so he couldn't understand why Ella understood Ariana's situation all too well.

Even if Ariana seemed to be cruel, she was just doing wha she was trained to, & was trying to survive. Assasins like her were taken in as small children & taught very early on they had to kill or be killed; some apprentices were even pitted against each other to the death, for only the best deserved the right to live in their world.

"I never picked Ariana over you," Ella said quietly, resting her cheek over Marken's heartbeat. The cut in her neck was starting to sting a little, but she ignored it for the moment & focused on the sound that proved that she & Marken were still alive.

"I just didn't want her to die... like that...."
"Why, what?" Ella grumbled as she slumped back in her chair, "I've answered all of your questions, Marken, what more could you possibly want to know? Yes, I'm stupid, and easily swayed into pity. I'm an idiot that can't save anyone, least of all herself. But I also love you, and I know that I shouldn't have yelled at you for protecting me. I can't even imagine how terrified you were to raise a sword, and then I reprimanded you after you selflessly defended me from an assassin."

Standing with a sway, Ella no longer cared about sobriety and topped off her drink once more, her vision blurring a bit after she took another long drink. Marken would probably tell her that he couldn't deal with her stupidity now, and she didn't exactly want to be sober for that. If she were him, she would hate her right now. Marken had almost lost his mother, his own life, and even his fiancée, all in the course of a single week, and she went and yelled at him like some ungrateful shrew. That was probably grounds to end their engagement altogether.

It burned like hell, but Ella drained the last of her drink and stumbled to the other side of the fireplace before colliding into Marken. He reeked of the sickeningly-sweet alcohol himself, along with the faint smell of blood and sweat, but it was still him underneath. Tears stung Ella’s eyes and she shoved her face into his chest, her shoulders trembling.

“Please… d-don’t hate me….”
"You don't understand, Marken," Ella murmured quietly, looking down at her rum, "I never said I forgave Ariana for what she did, I just didn't want her to die a slave. I was in her position not long ago, and if I were to continue down that road, I would have been just like her. Ariana did terrible things, yes, but only because she had to. I know she had to pay for her crimes, I just... I didn't want it to be while she was still on the leash of the people who forced her to do those things. Instead of dying as her own person, Ariana was killed as an expendable slave."

Ella downed the rest of her rum and put the glass on the table, guessing she should slow down on the alcohol a bit. She had tolerance, yes, but she was drinking fast enough to even get herself drunk. She still felt so helpless now, and pathetic. Why couldn't she get Ariana to be her own person? and who was the man that she was warned about, working close enough to the king to slip under radar? Her mind was starting to hurt a bit at the questions in her own mind.
"No," River grunted impatiently as Emera began to squirm again, trying to talk her way out of the intimacy the two of them shared. He understood that she was nervous, but damn, that woman had too many insecurities for her own good.

"I don't want anymore princesses in my life, you are more than enough to keep me satisfied," River continued softly as his arms trapped Emera in a firm embrace, pressing their bodies tightly together to block out her incessant worries while he went about seducing her into his favour. She could struggle as much as she wanted, but it wouldn't stop River's gentle kisses & doting.

"Do you think my years of experience would lie?" River asked Emera as he gently knocked her chin up with his index finger, "I've met enough girls to last a lifetime, & no one else has turned my head like you have. & that's not gonna change...."
As much as Ella wanted to defend her actions, she knew she couldn't. Even as she confronted him earlier she knew she was wrong to do so. Marken treasured her properly, and did everything in his power to keep her safe at his side. He wasn't thinking of the terrible position Ariana was in when he killed her, he was thinking that his fiancée needed him to protect her, and acted on that impulse.

"My anger wasn't actually directed at you," Ella finally admitted as she looked down at her drink, "I shouldn't have even said anything, but after Ariana died, I felt so pathetic and useless. I couldn't save myself from the job I had; you had to help me escape. And even though I tried, I couldn't save Ariana from herself or your sword. I can't do anything but be a pawn in other peoples' schemes."

Ella took a long, heavy drink from he glass until it nearly stole her breath, her fingers shaking a bit as she topped off her rum and she tried to compose herself. She almost looked like she cut down Ariana herself, obviously blaming herself for what had happened in the stables.

"I won't ask you to forgive me... I certainly wouldn't."
Ava awaited James in her bedroom, completely unaware of his turmoil downstairs.She was a bit worried herself at the moment, continually trying to find solid reasons for why everything in her life just seemed wrong at the moment. All she could think of was that her mother would know & that Ava would beg the woman to tell her until she finally gave in & fessed up.

Going to her wardrobe, Ave pulled out her coat & scarf before she tucked herself for the cold, & the horse ride. She was a bit nervous her father would get cross for her heading out instead of meeting the man he wanted her to be closer to, but really, the woman had no such interest in a man her father picked for her. Oddly enough, she found herself craving the attention of Andreios & his quiet care for her.

Blushing lightly, the woman went back to dressing before she sat on the bed. She had the impulse to sneak out again, but remembered that Andreios announced that if she wasn't careful he would be killed. Ava didn't see her father doing that, even if he was acting strange, but Andrieos was important to her; she would never put his life in danger, just in case.
With a bit of a scowl, River dragged himself to his feet & lumbered over to where Emera was, currently in the middle of one of her little crises. The women knew exactly how to drive him nuts sometimes, it was unreal how much she assumed he would be "better off" without her. Why did she think that she wasn't capable of pleasing him? He used to sleep with so many women because he was bored & not ready to rest his heart on one woman.

"Emera, you're not a cage, a chain, or a gnat for me to swat away," the dragon said sternly, "You are my woman, & the only one I want in the slightest. Yes, I would love to take you to bed with me, but it's worth waiting for your permission. Now stop complaining before I kiss you senseless; I already warned you that once I got your permission to love you that I would never let you wiggle free, remember?"

With a slow, easy smile, River wrapped his arms around Emera & pulled her into his warmth & height. he gently rubbed his hand over the back of her neck & kissed her forehead, keeping the woman squeezed against him to calm her. The elf woman could be a real pain from time to time, but River shocked himself by even enjoying her stubborn side, & almost reveling in it.
Ella couldn't measure her relief when Marken didn't send her away. He even came to the door himself, welcoming her inside, even if it was obviously forced. He probably didn't want to see her at all right now, or want to be near her. He probably felt like she’d betrayed him, like she picked Ariana over him despite what the woman had done.

There couldn't be anything further from the truth, and Ella hoped to herself that Marken would allow her to explain herself. She made her way to the chair he gestured to, taking in the far-away look in his eyes and the slight slur in his voice. The heady scent of spice in the air informed Ella that her fiancé was drinking himself some rum right now, and a particularly strong vintage, at that.

The woman took her seat in her chair and waited for Marken to sit himself down as she pulled out another crystal glass and poured herself a drink. If Marken didn't have to be sober for this conversation, she sure as hell wasn't going to be either.
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