Shanika
"That will be taken care of for you, Fostus. Thank you for coming to me."

Zarreus leaned back on his throne. Watching the rugged official walk away from their meeting. Perhaps a bit more intently than he'd like to let on. When the man finally made his exit, the Incubus sat back on his throne and sighed. It had been a busy day, so far. Lots of complaints and requests to address, and it had left him feeling tired. He scanned the room for a moment. Nearly empty, now; save for the guards that lined the walls. Fifteen, in total. More than it used to be, for certain, but it was a necessary precaution these days. He rubbed his temples softly.

"Work, work, work... How long has it been since I've gone to see a friend? Feels like years."

He muttered to himself. The chain piercings in his horns clattering against the two pressed symbols of the Findaran crest that hung from the tip of each horn as he shook his head softly. He got like this, on occasion. Kingly duties rarely left him with much free time to enjoy, and he would gripe to himself about it. Hoping something would break up the malaise of running a kingdom. Though there was always *Something* To entertain him.

He drummed his fingers on the arm of the throne. His voice cooing out to his pet. 

"Cinder~ come to Papa, little Cindy."

The call was immediately followed by the beating of tony wings as a small fae dragon, colored like lava and brimstone flew out from behind the throne. Scrambling to land in his hand and crawl up and down it before stopping to look at him. Eliciting a little laugh from from the king as he picked up a small hand-held mirror from his lap. Holding it upright for the little creature to admire itself, which it did. Puffing out its chest as it stared at its own reflection, like a point of pride.
George
While all within the Findara castle began to settle, and nothing was left but stale, bland air silently creeping around aside from the occasional chatter of hushed murmurs outside of the throne room. Everything seemed... Dreary. Colorless. And downright uninteresting. Though, no one ever said being a royal was *Always* Fun. In the limelight of the spacious throne room- Decorated with massive open windows that allowed the midday sun to shine through graciously– The crackle of all four fire pits surrounding the king's seat popped and crackled with a gentle echo. 

*All was quiet. For now.*

Zarreus, who was too busy admiring his pet, had no idea of the silent eyes that were prying upon him. Up high above the ceiling, resting on a banister laid a curvaceous shadow- only showing the bright yellow hues that danced between the king and his mirror... Before this figure would ever let him catch sight of it, however, the shadow opted to simply disappear into thin air. Leaving a soft *Jingle* To rattle the rafters above.

"Well, well, well~ *Look at you...*" 
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An alluring, low feminane voice called out. The direction of where it came from sounded as if it were coming every which way, closing in on the king. "And here I thought you were nothing more than mama's boy..." There was a brief pause, followed by yet another *Whoosh* Of air before that familiar jingle came into earshot. Before the atmosphere caved in completely, or gave off the wrong impression, like that of an intruder, the shadow finally showed itself to the king in a rather amicable way. Reappearing in a shimmer of magic, one glamorous woman appeared.Furnished in robes of red and white silk, beautifully lined with trims of gold that tightly clasped the higher parts of her thighs... *That were now crossing over once another as she found her seat right in between the man's legs.* She was a relatively smaller sized female; as she wasn't fully human to begin with, which was made apparent by the large jet-black fox ears that twitched playfully upon her head. Those tantalizing yellow eyes trailed their way up Zarreus before a glistening smile sat between lightly pink colored lips. His nose would soon be filled with the aroma of fresh roses and lilys, as if she had just rolled around in a field of them. However, nothing seemed more familiar than the flash of white fur that shook out– Nine massive tails. All collectively curling their way around the Findara king affectionately...

"Seems like you got your wish, hm? *Zarreus~*."
Shanika
The King's hesitance when the voice first had shown itself was readily apparent. His eyes darted about the room to look for a source, but when none was found, he moved to rise quickly as the fires around him flickered, casting misshapen shadows on on the walls, but his action was interrupted by a body. One that shimmered briefly to reveal itself from an invisible position right on his lap. It would have been at this point that the King would have shouted for the guards that had just left his throne room, but a unique trait caught his focus from his panicked state. A set of fuzzy tails that traced along the sides of his body. A familiar sight that left him in a state of disbelief as he was called by his name.

"Asriella? Is that you?" He questioned quietly, his own bright yellow eyes locking with the woman as she stared up at him. Zarreus looked a bit different from being younger. He had grown into a beautiful and striking figure. Though not very masculine, his face was smooth and pointed, his skin was a pale reddish grey, and looked soft and poreless. Highlighted by long white hair that currently dropped around Asriella's head. He cleared his throat and composed himself quickly. He motioned a hand for her to move. Cinder, who had been admiring herself in the mirror mere moments ago, was hissing as tiny trails of smoke drifted from her nostrils. Clutching to Zarreus' forearm still, the critter quickly climbed to the top of his head, peeking between Zarreus' horns and staring down challengingly at this stranger who dared enter her household and interrupt her self-admiration.

"Get off me— and quickly, before she decides to get emotional..." He hiked a thumb up at Cinder. "...What are you doing here?" The king questioned as he gave a gentle shove to encourage the woman to move and allow him to rise. It would seem the Kitsune's attempt to fluster the king was unsuccessful. At least, for the most part.
George
A spark of delight and exultation swirled in Azriella's eyes at the verbal mention of her name being spoken. Almost as if hearing it swooned her playful spirits. That wide, sharp tooth smile now twisting into a much more playful and wicked one as Zarreus fumbled around in his throne– looking just like the boy she remembered him to be. While the fox was too busy taking in her old companions new found features, an ear twitched up at the sound of what could only be made out as a faint, yet shrill shriek. Azriella tilted her head upwards towards the noise, only to be met with what she considered a rather ugly looking fae dragon. Scoffing out a small laugh, the kitsune tangled herself further into the king before placing a teasing kiss upon his muted red-gray cheek– those eyes never leaving his pets out of pure spitefulness. 

Nevertheless, as the tiefling ordered her off of him, Ari gracefully swooped herself up with the power of levitation and gently lowered herself onto the marble floor; her robes angelically flowing behind her. "Oh come now, Zar, don't be such a prude. Just because i don't suit your fancy doesn't mean you can't show me just a *Little* Affection, no?" She said with a purr in her tone. "Besides, im here... Because a promise is a promise. I knew you'd become a king, and here you are. Still as childish as ever." A kittenish laugh bellowed out from the enchantress as she teased him, knowing that look on his face all too well. While Azriella loved to play games here and there, Zarreus never quite got the catch and always killing the fun before it started. Despite it all, the fox knew times had changed. Not just for herself, but her distant friend as well. 
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So, with a respectful bow, Ari gave a charming demonstration to the king. Curtseying with the short pieces of her fabric, Azriella bowed her head to the floor and lifted all nine of her vast white tails, spreading them out on display like a peacock trying to impress all the eyes on them. "Congratulations, my dear king. May you live long and prosper." She voiced, only this time there was much more compassion and honesty as opposed to her previous taunting tone. Those vibrant golden hues flashed their way back up towards Zarreus, nearly piercing through him as she stood back upright. Now of course, this feminane feline may have seemed more than fetching to the king; as her body language screamed it clearly. However, it was just how Ari was with *Everyone*. Boy, girl, heterosexual, homosexual, it didn't matter to her. She loved anyone and everyone who'd give her the time of day. But as it stood, King Zarreus was nothing more than a good, yet old friend. Someone who knew her at her worst... *Before her truly worst moments.* 

"It is.. Really good to see you again though, after all this time. And- Don't worry. I made sure no one saw me come in..." Azriella's smile that painted her face slowly dissipated as she waved her hand towards the descending staircase where the kings guards were now stationed. "Although.. *Some* Of your guards will be a little hazy for a day. **Or two**." From far away, they all seemed relatively normal. Most were standing in a line like they always do, but after looking a bit further, two or three of the royal knights could be seen craning their necks to look back up towards the kitsune... A dark pink hue highlighting their pupils. It was no secret that Azriella was a different sort of charmer than most, as her powers were a bit more destructive than that of a succubi. Even so, Az did her best not to overkill within her beloved friend's kingdom. And prided herself off of doing so with her wide, sheepish smile.

"I hope my arrival didn't mess with your plans?"
Shanika
The king stood from his seat as the woman rose from his lap. Barely even reacting to the kiss placed upon his cheek. A cheeky grin crawled across his lips as the Kitsune complained about his lack of affection. In all honesty it was pleasant to be spoken to like he was a normal person. It'd been aged since he'd heard his name spoken without a title, let alone shortened.

As the woman took a bow before him and sang his praise, Zarreus lifted one hand to his chin, and rested his elbow in the other. Seeming to examine her for a moment before commenting. "You know, you'd make an absolutely stunning painting, darling. You certainly know how to strike a pose..." His eyes fell from their study to lock with her gaze once again as she looked back at him. The expression written on his face was that of joyous relief. Relief that the person who'd revealed themselves in his throne room was Asriella. Someone he once confided in. Someone he still felt understood and has been through his same struggle, of being different, with power that the world didn't seem ready to understand.

He nodded along with Asriella's statement of glee at their reunion. Offering a quick glance over to take note of the guards that seemed afflicted by her charms. He was a bit disappointed that he would have to have that taken care of, but it was well worth getting to see his old friend again. Without a word, he took a quick stride forward, closing the distance between them and embracing his friend in a tight hug. Much to the chegrin of Cinder, who squinted down at the Kitsune with mistrust in her eyes.

"I'm happy to see you too... Your arrival has done quite the contrary, actually. I've got a bit of free time before I go to meet a representative from the Order of the Mage Hands-" He backed away, placing his hands on her shoulders. "If we hurry right now we can make it to my study during the guard rotation and catch up. Come, quickly."

Zarreus turned, and began to walk toward one of the halls. Moving with silent swiftness in his leathered boots. Hips swaying softly as he stepped. As he stepped away, Cinder continued to stare intently at Asriella from her place between Zarreus' horns.