Of course, Nayara was as her king, deeply interested in who would prevail and take the right to father her child, but at the same time, she didn't really understand the intricate techniques of a proper duel, and certainly not to the point of Grandus, a ruler who has lead his army for hundreds of years. Sure, she was an excellent brawler and more than capable of cramming most opponents down her gullet in the manner of seconds, but the closest she had ever been to swordfighting was whenever she decided to be civil and actually cut her food before swallowing it. To her, wild, uncontrolled flailing that just so happened to nick the hand of the enemy, making the weapon drop from their hand, looked just as skillfull as a deft and quick disarming maneuver, if not even fancier. And in her quite tipsy state so far from the heat of battle, the spectacle became little more than entertainment to her meals.<br/><br/>Speaking of which, seeing as her King didn't seem to mind her giving in to her tendencies, even on a day such as this one, Nayara couldn't help but grin as ravenous ideas popped into her mind. Clapping her hands, the Queen called another reserve servant to herself, and asked him to fetch her scepter. Both the symbol of her authority as Queen, and the one and only magical catalyst she has attuned to, the scepter held huge value in and of itself, thus, Nayara had made it her own rule to never walk around with it after drinking more than just a few glasses, out of fear of breaking it. Wrought with a dark, glimmering steel wrapped around a pulsating shaft of cherry wood, which seems to have almost grown out of the metal honecomb pattern encasing it, while it's handle was wrapped with intertwined rope coloured white and platinum, the scepter was obviously quite heavy, especially for the servant several feet shorter than his Queen, trying his best to balance the weighty thing on the pillow he presented to his mistress.<br/><br/>Taking the scepter in her right hand and toying around with it for a moment as she felt and re-accustomed herself to it's weight, the Queen gave a pleased little nod to her servant, saying, "That is all, thank you", all the while her left hand idly rubbed and pushed her great, round and loudly sloshing gut about, making it wobble gently from side to side in between her thick and shapely thighs, glorping away with five of her loyal servants, reminding her to lay off this one atleast. The servants were plentiful, but not unlimited, after all.<br/><br/>No, she had her sight on another, juicier prize. With a flick of her wand in the direction of her foodtray, which contained many a succulent but non-sentient meal, Nayara tried out a spell she had just learned, and from amidst a pile of it's breathren, a whole roasted, well seasoned chicken began to levitate and float towards the Queen. Onlookers would see deep blue energy almost flowing and swirling through the large, sapphire like pearl which made up the head and focus of her scepter, which was held in place by a steel crown connecting the shaft and head. However, by the time the gluttonous half-dragon leant in to meet it mouth agape, tongue lolling out and with a soft, "Aaaah"~, the tipsy girl leant a bit too far to her left, and her her right elbow using the armrest of her throne to support the heavy scepter slipped of it's edge, the scepter Nayara held upwards to gently guide her morsel fell forwards, and the chicken followed it's new command and launched forwards, soon flying past the range of her spell, and flopped down into the arena, amidst it's fighters.<br/><br/>With a bit of a blush brightening up her cheeks, the Queen shrugged off her little accident, still harbouring a devilish little smile. Sure she didn't get her snack, but the spell worked, so she could move onto the next step of her plan! Fixing her eyes on a very buxom, chubby, and perhaps most importantly, properly stuffed 7ft, black scaled dragoness with faint struggles still emminating from her midsection, Nayara prepared her spell once, more, and tried to be a bit more serious about it. Seeing as the two spaces to either side of the dragoness, and the one infront of her where her bloated belly rested was empty, either because her snacks had once been sitting there, or just because no one wanted to sit next to the hungry predator, or under her belly, by the time she noticed herself starting to float up above the other commoners, the nearest person was already too far away to latch onto! Leaning forwards and using her belly for support as she playfully started to draw her quarry in over the heads of astonished onlookers, the Queen giggled, "Come now, I am in need of your company!"~<br/><br/>As a proud dragoness thinking herself quite high up on the social hierarchy, at first, the woman was taken completely aback by the situation and was left stunned, and by the time she realized it was the Queen herself that had used her telekinesis on her, what was she supposed to do? It was the Queen after all. Thus, though more than just a little uncomfortable with the situation, the big bellied dragoness was brought up to the royal stands and put down just infront of the huge table of food, on Nayara's right side. Gesturing to the deliciously abundant dishes, the Queen smiled and teased, "Enjoy yourself like I am going to enjoy your company!", only to telekinetically flick a whole chicken into the dragoness' jaw dropped maw.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>The draconic guard at the castle gates was certainly not a Hanaryuu, just a regular dragon, still, though he was a little confused by the succubus' statement, he would say, "Well, yeah, she is a goddess, after all. But not my boss atleast. Anyways, I think she too is watching the games". With a sigh, the man slumped forwards even more, only to mumble, "Everyone is watching the games except me, even weird, sexy foreign ladies..."