Snorting a little at her 'bored' comment, he just shrugged. He wasn't just bored, he was dead bored. Bored of all these courts meating, with no other purpose than keeping the nobles happy, such fools they were. His eyes narrowed clearly, when she came to the poorly part, but they nearly were hidden when she reached weak.

"This... opinion some might have is terrible miscalculated. I'm not an old granny like the last king." Smiling satisfied at the thought of his little... deed, he chuckled darkly. It had been so easy, proving him worthy of the tittle 'King'. After all 20 years was not much in a demons life.

Shraa's ears practically perked up at the information her latest scans were feeding her. Quite the player was this Ebony. She almost smiled as she listened to the werewolf lord rant about the vampires. Clearly this Ebony was aiming for a higher status, perhaps even the title of consort. If she achieved it, the balance of the court would shift indeed. The werewolves might be extinguished entirely. Interesting as that would be, Shraa would prefer it not happen. Drake would be wise to choose a mate from his own kind. Either a vampire OR a werewolf would upset the tenuous balance of power here. Still listening to the werewolf lord, she carefully selected one of the demonic ladies that was vying for Drake's attentions and subtly adjusted her thoughts so that she viewed this newcomer as a threat. Shraa did smile as the Lady, of her own volition, decided that Drake was rightfully hers, and that his attention should be on her, and began fording her way over to where he and Ebony stood.
So familiar was Shraa with the court and it's members, the slightest nudge was all that was required.

Snarling slightly as this.. Ebony, he seriously doubted it was right, but even if it wasn't true a king would need to act. Footsteps made his face turn into an bored face, even though he was angry as hell.

When he saw the woman came towards him, his eyes went into a very short spazz. This womans mother had been trying to set them up in he didn't know how long. But, seeing as he still was young, he had no intention to marry anyone.

Nodding in recognizition, his eyes flickered to the vampire lady, when she quietly, he doubted it was the meaning he should hear, her command. Looking down at the werewolf he wrinkled his brow shortly in deep thoughts.

Ebony looked back towards the King, "Another possible mate for you, my King? If so I can call off the wolf. I do not wish to impose on your romance life. I simply hold intrest in your well-being." she said in a concerned tone. Her black hair moved slightly as she turned to face the approaching woman once more, black waves rippled through the straight strands.

Emily held her ground, a low growl broke through her jagged set of teeth, as her fur raised even higher. Yet the woman still approached.

Shraa "Watched" carefully as the demon lady finally reached her target. Her name was Cintanel, and she was as grasping of a social climber as they came. Not incredibly highborn, but respectably enough so, she and her family were always looking to climb ladders. Cintanel had decided that the most direct way was to marry Drake. She stopped and looked impressive a few feet away, paying the wolf no mind for the moment. "Sire.." she said in a voice no doubt intended to be flirtatious "Won't you introduce me to your aquaintience here?" She cast a withing look at Ebony and Emily "She seems to be having trouble controlling her... pet."

Deciding to take it in a stiff arm, he smiled pleasant and winked flirtatious. "Of course, milady. This is Ebony Vedour, Cintanel." Still smiling, he winked again, using her first name to please her. Looking down at the werewolf, his eyes fell into deep thoughts again. From what he knew, werewolves tended to be proud and not serving other than themselves.

Paying that attention, he went over different scenarios in his head, there could have lead to this.. agreement. It could have been slave trade, which he seriously doubted since the last king had forbidden it. And, well, with the common people seeing so pleased with that law, he didn't intend to change it. It would make them much upsetted, making trouble for him.

Cintanel flushed slightly, as across the room Shraa patted the werewolf lord on the arm as his rant wound down. Cintanel treated Ebony to another withering look "And what exactly is your business in court...?" The lack of a title was a deliberate slight, and not one easily missed. Sensing conflict, the court began to slowly shift it's attention in that direction. And Shraa began to mention interesting things to the werewolf lord, causing him to stalk off to his own kind, which began to form into a knot.

"Emily.. Down darling." Ebony said calmly giving a nasty snarl of a grin to the newcomer. Emily, relieved to not have to attack, sat back down beside Ebony's leg and stared up at the new woman. Her vicious jaws became just a muzzle again as her fur lowered into that beautiful chestnut-coloured fur coat from before. "You see, she is quite controllable... she just doesn't seem to like your smell I'm afraid. Pity because... you have an almost pretty face." Ebony raised her eyebrows as if it were a pity, but deep down she hated the woman despite the fact that she had done nothing to her except interrupt her time. "I am Lady of the Vedour Clan. I'm sure you have heard of it since you have such a high place..." She glanced to the side at Drake, "in the court. We do everything, including getting rid of people who are a threat to our intrests and our intrests' intrests." it was an obvious threat to Cintanel herself and others who dared challenged her.

Emily just sat there now, a dog on a leash. She was actually quite happy that this Cintanel, showed up at the time she did. Otherwise Ebony might've had the King in her hands like warmed up clay. Her tail wrapped around her paws once more as she looked around the room, for the other woman.

((Edited.))

Sending a short glance between the two womans, he sighed inwardly. He didn't mind the looks of them, it was just, a fight between woman wasn't one of the things what he loved to watch. Of course he was rather... honored to be fighted over. Still leaning his weight on the pillar, his face became rather smug. It wasn't as boring as talking with others, that was for sure.

Studying the two females, he began weighing their advantages and disadvantages. Of course, he was cheering on the demon, because of his origin. But the vampire looked rather... tricky. Looking around on the crowd, he wrinkled his brow. He would need to break in if they got further in their fight. But for now, he would lean back and enjoy the show.

Shraa was almost beaming, this was going better then she had dared to hope. The werewolves were spreading the word through themselves and their demonic allies. Ebony would rue the day she set foot in court with a werewolf on a chain. Cintanel required no guidance from her, she had a temper and a mind all her own, and she was gearing up to put them both to good use. Drake couldn't see it, but she already had him in check. His mind was so occupied by the two females fighting over him, he wasn't noticing the currents sweeping through the room due to her careful ministrations. Soon, very soon she would have him in checkmate, at least, for this game. With a hidden smile she approached one of the Vampire dukes. A dangerous move perhaps, but she could pull it off. "Your lordship." She gave a slight curtsey and he glanced in her direction with a slight nod. "Lady Shraa, to what do I owe this pleasure?" she adopted a properly humble expression "A slight curiousity, tell me, what has Lady Ebony done to be such a face for your kind at the court?" The Duke's aristocratic eyebrows shot upwards "She is no such thing, the Vampires have no united leader, as you should well know. Is she claiming such a title?" Shraa looked concerned, for all she was grinning on the inside "Not in words your lordship, but in action it certainly seems so." she turned to look over at where Ebony stood "And it does not seem to be popular. It seems to me that by collaring a werewolf so she is issuing a challenge, not just to the were's but to her own kind, as though-" "As though challenging us to do the same." The Lord finished for her, eyebrows coming together "Yes, I see what you mean. She is young, and foolish yet for all that she is head of a clan, but this is a most irrational action. Our disputes with the weres have always been outside of court, by bringing such a display inside-" "She challenges the court itself, and your place in it, and threatens what you have been working for for the last few thousands of years." The Duke looked at her sharply, then nodded slowly "You see much. Rest assured that this is not something the rest of our kind wish." Shraa curtsied "I see your Lordship, that is all I was curious about." She left the Duke nodding slowly to himself and returned to the refreshment table near the actual dispute. As she settled in on the outskirts of the crowd around the ladies and the king she caught sight of the Duke she had just been addressing begin talking to more of his kind, who did not look happy either, Shraa could barely suppress a grin.
Cintanel was just starting to lay into her erstwhile opponent. "Well, I am sure such barbaric actions are suitable for clan Vedour, but as you pointed out, I come from higher stock." She smiled gracefully "We do not have to rely on such crude things as threats, for only the very weak and the very foolish dare challenge us. But I am sure that in your unending squabbles with the weres you have reason to become a touch... uncivilized, perhaps even bordering on distasteful." She gave her a saucy wink and almost imperceptably adjusted her very expensive dress so that it shimmered prettily.

Cintanel practically snarled for a moment at the insults before schooling her face back to a sickly sweet smile "My intent was never to challenge you, merely to question the presence of someone as... unrefined, distasteful, and utterly displeasing to the eye as yourself. You have already ceded everything that I wished to have, not that you were ever really a threat to it, you being..." She looked her up and down with a scornful glance "What you are. And if all you have to offer the court is lowborn threats, well then might I advise a brothel where that would be more effective?"

((OOC: Yes, she will be cut by it, but I withhold my post to allow Drake to act. Otherwise there are a lot of things that are going to happen very quickly, and as king he needs to have a presence.))

(( OOC: Aww, I feel important xD ))
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Narrowing his eyes slightly, he stared at the needle, before hearing one of the guards move uncertain behind him. He lifted his hand shortly, before waing him off. Sending a short glance behind me at the guard, who went back in his unmoving place. I smiled at the control he had over himself. The corps I had to protect me were handpicked by myself and had some of the best, loyal men - and some woman - in the country. Most of them were demons, because the werewolfs and vampires tended to get in fight most of the time.

Stepping away from the pillar, he raised my voice: "ENOUGH!" His narrowed eyes looked dissapointed at the two females, before it went into a slight hiss. "I will not have any blood shed at my castle!" He said, his voice shaking in anger. Even though it was low, it could be heard of several of the people. "If anybody here can't understand that, my guards would gladly follow them outside," He said smoothly, no trace of emotion on his face, "but seeing as everybody here are mature enough to understand it, I don't see it would be necessary!"

(( Edited - Jump in person OwO ))

Cintanel touched the blood running down her face in disbelief before snarling, but also not wishing to lose face, said only "I am not the one that attacks without thinking." before turning back to the crowd where her mother was standing at the ready, looking like she wanted nothing more then to rip out Ebony's throat for harming her beloved daughter. Shraa blinked slowly. Her plan was coming to fruition now, and quickly. Almost as she thought it one of the higher werewolf lords stepped forward, a cluster of others at his back "Then perhaps we can resolve this without violence. Sire my race has taken much from the Vampires, but this is something we will not stand!" He pointed a finger at Ebony and Emily next to her "This whelp of a Vampire has already demonstrated her immature temper and disposition before you, so I will fill you in further. The one that sits next to her is no mere wolf, taken from the woods and raised, but an Alpha of a noble pack, Emily Donovan, ENSLAVED after her pack was annihilated without cause, somthing your own laws forbid. I, and the other weres of this court DEMAND her freedom and that proper punishment be made. Or you will have shown to all that your laws are enacted only when you care, and you will have alienated every were in this court." There were murmurs of agreement, not just from the weres, of which there were many, but many demons and vampires as well. Indeed, the Vampire Duke Shraa had talked to first seized the moment and excuse provided and stepped in "I wish to make it known that my house at least, does not, and never has condoned enslavement, or breaking any of the laws set in place by you sire, regardless of our differences with the werewolf race." There were more murmurs of agreement, and several more lords and ladies stepping forward to declare the same.
"NOW." telepathed Shraa to Emily furiously "If you ever valued your freedom or your pack, FIGHT NOW! Show them that you remember who you are, that you deserve your freedom! FIGHT!"

Massaging his temples slightly, he looked angrily at the two groups. Behind him guards gathered to defend their king, but they stopped close enough to prevent attacks, but not so it was seen as threat. Stepping forward he quickly runned multiple answers over in his head. This situation could turn out in several scenarious.

He could let the vampire keep the werewolf; Lose for him. Do nothing; Lose for him. Free the werewolf; Win for him. Still the Vedour clan were pretty large. Running his guards numbers over in his head, he outnumbered them with a few. Shrugging mentally he decided to take it as it went. But still, he didn't like being bossing around.

"I will ask you kindly to release the werewolf. Then my guards will escort-" More likely make her, "- to your clans main seat, where they will guard you until I find a... punishment passing for your crime." I actually meant him and his counsil. Slavement was a reason to loose noble status. A crime he only had punished a few times.

(I'm such a sneaky little political bugger aren't I? O.o I feel so proud of myself! Good to know that those long hours in court weren't wasted...)

Shraa looked properly horrified with the rest of the court. Such a messy scandal, in plain view of the entire court! It was a disgrace and a shame for the clan Vedour. On the inside she was smiling, and barely resisted sending a thought to Drake. No she had played the game too long and too well to reveal herself on a whim, but she could not resist crowing mentally to herself. "You see Drake? Drama, here in court created by an outside force, no, not entirely by my hand, by the people of the court themselves. It's a tapestry Drake, even if you can't appriciate it, I can. You see only the bold riotous colors, the scenes you so adore like pearls discovered. You seek these, seek to create them, but your hand is clumsy. This pearl was a long time coming. These threads wove themselves free from both your influence and mine, I only guided it to a conclusion without bloodshed instead of a clan war. There is no need for your interference, there is plenty here to interest you if you could only see." But she said nothing, sent the thought to no one but herself, and blended into the court. She could not let Ebony see her now, indeed, she shifted her facial features slightly so that even if she was seen she would not be recognised later. To be associated with Ebony's defeat in her mind could be dangerous, and Shraa was too canny for that. No, she would keep her distance until this was safely over, and only then approach Emily, well, aloud.

Yulo Elas'Ven looked at the woman standing over near the refreshments table, ranting in an obnoxious manner about something that really didn't concern him, except for she kept mentioning werewolves. He sighed. Here we go. I was told this would not be an easy envoy to carry out. Now i'm getting dragged into local werewolf business. He walked about the room a bit, trying his best to mingle. A few early attempts at conversation ended on a bland note, as he had little to say about the entire affair, and had no working knowledge about who liked or disliked who, and who was manipulating who behind whoever's back. He glanced back over at the table, getting another look at the two angry women, and the man standing next to them. Who are they, I wonder. And who is he? Hm. Intriguing. He adjusted his open vest, pressing the sheath of his knife into a more comfortable position before approaching a lady demon who had been smirking smugly just moments before.
"Ma'am, would it be possible for you to tell me who the man by the refreshment table is? I do not mean to be ignorant, but I have just arrived, and am still becoming acquianted with the various nobles and their liege-men and -women."