Zianro's blush worsened. "That almost sounds like you don't want any witnesses." He said, his usual confident tone gone and the nervous young man remained.<span style="font-style: italic">"Darn it! She's only playing games with you again Zianro! Focus! We have a potentially evil dude in Durn!"</span>he thought. He could think about freaking wedding stuff later.<br/><br/>He still needed to beat The Valsir King for this, this will not go without retribution.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>The Day had gone into the night and Zianro was stretching his legs, a usual ritual he did before going to bed every night before going to sleep. He safely saw the Queen to her bedchambers and ensured said safety for the evening. Now it was time for him to rest without fear of potential worry or worse a stealthy assassin out for<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">his</span></span>blood.<br/><br/>As a descendant of other wielders of Draconil, such a weight does have its bitter enemies after all.