<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Shar's eyes narrowed just a little. There would be a difficulty in the dear Princess' plans that revealed their very core differences. Goblin blood rushed through her veins, mixing with the more mercurial influences of the Sidhe. Her kind preferred to dig their claws into what they deemed theirs, thoroughly owning and possessing. Hoarders' complex, as some referred to it. The lovely Aria, on the other hand, was a prancing about naturally expecting every denizen to suit her spoiled little wishes. Of course she was irresistible, and few creatures in the room could resist the pull of her charms. In fact, it seemed particularly suited to that arrangement; an entire room sporting all varieties of hot-blooded males with only a few prospective prey available. Doubtlessly, her fair ruler would attend to every one. <br/><br/>“Shar, please inform King Fenris I would love a dance with him at some point this evening, if he should deem me fit enough to do so.” Forcing her expression into a gracious smile, the mercenary bowed deeply. King Fenris, hm? Another who shared her own particular blend of bloods. Only he had managed to carve out a considerable position as the King of the Goblin Court. An interesting figure, no doubt. And an unmistakable one - he loomed over the other guests clad in a massive cloak that cast his face in shadows. And now he was sitting on his own makeshift throne, which had formerly been a mere couch. Nice to see was resourceful, if not very subtle. Her eyes slid over to Aria. She watched the beauty saunter over to what she recognized as the Sluagh King, who manhood might as well have been decorated in laurels and painted in gold for all he was showing it off. Well. Their engagement would just have to be exceptionally memorable, wouldn't it?<br/><br/>Sighing, she grabbed a glass of the dark elixir that possessed of an exceptionally high alcohol content from one of the passing attendants. Perhaps as a minor way to vent her frustration, she slid her sharply tapered nails over the back of her hand, ripping the pale flesh easily. Blood oozed from the gashes and dripped into the wine. As she came towards Goblin Kings' area, she sipped and relished the taste of her own venomous potency. "King Fenris, the Princess Aria humbly requests the pleasure of your superbly sculpted muscular form pressed up against her at some point tonight." She paused with a very faint smirk. "For a dance, of course. She hopes that you will so kind as to acquiesce to her desire." Her head inclined politely, but she kept her eyes up, watching the man's every moment with a sort of fascination. Tonight, she would have to watch him. Perhaps learn what it was about him that had allowed him to so ruthlessly conquer the odds and create his own domain. <br/></span></span>