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Her mother.</i><br/><br/>No one was supposed to know that the two of them were related, but Natasja kept her features schooled during his speech. Instead, she let her eyes do the absorbing for her, while her ears took note of just how this Elf depicted himself. Her upper lip twitched up briefly when he pulled the girl suckling away at his engorged cock, only to be sent curling on the floor at his feet. Disgust flashed briefly across her features at his blatant show of his carnal intents on his place of power. And he presumed to think that her kind spoke so low of his kind because of his heritage, when he showed her now just how much of a beast he really was with this crude display. Her eyes flicked back up to the Elf once he had tucked himself back into his breeches and stepped forward and around the mewling woman on the ground in front of her.<br/><br/>For the duration of their journey here from lands far to the north and encased in mountains, Morjana was untouched except by her punishments. Her mother the tyrant had proclaimed the rule of the other sorceress before Natasja and her envoy had set off on this task. As it was, the men and women, undecipherable from one another except by height, were clothed head to toe with their armaments. Encased in black metal, the only weakness in the sleek design were the breaks at the joints to allow ease of movement in a fight. Their helmed heads were straight forward now, five of them standing side by side behind the berobed girl that led them. With their hands crossed over their mid sections, they rested their gloved palms lightly on the hilts of both swords waiting in scabbards at their hips. Still as wraiths, their legs were planted firmly and slightly parted. There was no sound, not even the rustle of them shifting from their positions once they were there.<br/><br/>“You are very ignorant for someone who has been alive longer than any of these presented to you inside your own hall,” she started, voice a force of clarity through his hall. “Or else simply mocking. I would presume that you are<i>both</i>, considering the circumstance in which I find you.” Again her eyes flickered down to the girl whose face was still planted firmly against her pillow. Her blue eyed stare rose once more to meet Aune's. “Regardless of what you have seen through your time, what you presume of the Queen, or what your own opinions regarding the current state of the world may be, I am here with one purpose. I propose a deal to be struck between the Queen and yourself, with myself acting as her voice. The Queen requires the book to be deciphered; you have the means in which to decipher it. I am here to negotiate payment for this deciphering tool.”<br/><br/>Not even a twitch of a smile on her face. Like a carved statue, her features remained as astute as ever. Even her posture took a similar form to the guards behind her, with her booted feet splayed in front of her and the long robes of her status tucked primly around her person. Rather than her hands touching any weapons, one hand simply linked around its opposing wrist, relaxed. The youth of her features still clung to her, no matter the control she had over them. The roundness of youth was just beginning to slim her face, leaving the high, fine cheek bones to sculpt her beauty. Golden tan skin and a thick fall of dark hair was pulled back in a tight coif at the nape of her neck. She looked as rigid as she seemed and unimpressed with his speech. The flutter of lashes did signify the beginning of her own speech.<br/><br/>“You are very self-deprecating in how you present yourself, Aune of the Dark Elves. Or perhaps you are simply embittered about how you perceive the outside world. You admitted yourself that your cousin was a victim of what you like to call Top Siders. And yet your disposition is crude – to the point of being rude. You greet myself and my faction as if it were a joke, something paltry to be made fun of rather than treated with respect. You bring yourself down to a barbarian's level rather than greet us in any kind of ethical manner. Perhaps the Queen was<i>correct </i>to send your pet back to you like this...” She trailed off here, eyes falling back down to Morjana. The red head had pulled herself up onto her knees with the palm of her hands pressed against the vermillion carpet. She looked up at Aune with a tormented look on her face. “Since you deem it necessary to mock.<i>I </i>am not, as you say, a<i>petulant student</i>. Consider me an ambassador, here to make peace on behalf of yours and the Queen's infringing kingdoms.” Again she paused, a slight smile finally tugging the edges of her lips. “Morjana, go back to your master. You are no longer to be burdened with your former duties. I am sure the Dark Elf king has many more suitable tasks for your new position at his feet.”<br/><br/>The young woman, body quaking, shuffled over to the elf's feet on hands and knees, until she paused in front of him. This time, she did not try to lift her head to look at him, but bowed it down so that her forehead pressed against the backs of her hands pressed flat on the ground. Her legs tucked underneath her, pulled up close to her chest, as she took a subservient position. Only the roundness of her naked bottom stuck out.<br/><br/>"By all means, King Aune, she is yours. I seemed to have interrupted something important when I arrived. Do not let my presence get in the way of your carnal impulses.” This time she did mock him. It might not have showed in the neutrality of her voice, but the spark in her eye and the curve of her mouth that she fought to control gave it away. “I do know how men, regardless of whether they be elf or otherwise, tend to not be able to control themselves. You have your pet. Now, what is it that you want in return for this deciphering tool?<br/><br/>She ignored the rest of it; the jibes about the state of his hospitality. The taunts about her mother herself. His remarks about his slave's mouth around his cock. Instead, she stood just a little straighter and waited, brow quirked inquisitively.