<span style="color: #FFFF00">"That was pleasant wasn't it love?"</span>Stavros sat in the bed with Anora, one of four Ladies in Waiting of Eira, lied in his lap purring as the wandering as he,the magician, stroked her body.  His eyes of golden jewels starred towards the door with a crooked smile on his face.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"You should go tell the other three of my personal talents pet."</span>Every light touch sent a strike of warmth through the woman's body making her tremble in joy.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"Do this,and you should be heavily rewarded."</span><br/><br/>The youngest of the four was the easiest to grasp. The child's barriers were so weak even upon meeting he could have done with her as he had seen fit. Like the others she was smart, but only in books and not of the ways to help her against a mental attack. What was the most open of the woman in the winter kingdom now lay motionless in his lap like the puppet she had now become. Stavros, pleased by his success, dressed himself in the court color attire he had picked out;royal blue robes with silver linings and white inner seem.<br/><br/>His induction to the court took him over a year to gain the trust of everyone. A year of constantly using spirit to hide his true self to Queen Eira. Stavros,on his first visit to the palace, was nearly found out as he sensed the young queen trying to figure him out making him throw up high wards and redirects in his mind to stop her. By the end of that day he had to leave the court to regain his lost power. Since then he had locked all secrets deep into his mind only letting his times of the wondering magician come to his forethought.<br/><br/>Looking at his new servant get dressed he smiled waiting for her to rise. Turning her around he laced up the wasp corset, buttoning up her dress afterword as he left his marks underneath.<span style="color: #FFFF00">"You shall make a fine soul for our master my pet."</span>He braided Anora's blonde hair as he continued.<span style="color: #FFFF00">" I will make sure of that yes."</span><br/><br/>When he had finished with her,Stavros made his way to the old throne room letting his cane clack onto the ground at every other step. With spirit as his tool again he twisted his image to every foreign onlooker, making him blend in with everyone else. To the people he pretended to serve he was Stavros the magician, while everyone else saw an old man in ancient robes with gray hair. As he stopped in the furthest corner of the room he waited for Eira and listened to the ongoing conversation.