A slender dark brow rose and then she smiled charmingly to him. His soft spoken words did ruffle her feathers a little, even if it didn't show. Her fingers smoothed back a stray lock of raven hair and she looked him over before speaking quietly.<br/><br/><strong> "I did not realize dancing at a ball would be considered such an improper behavior, m'Lord. If so then, many of those here must be heathen sinners of distasteful behavior, your princess included."</strong><br/><br/>The dark Princess let her gaze shift over her cousin as she danced with the King of the Sluagh. When the Seelie guard mentioned her courts former entertainer she chuckled out loud and nodded. Her voice held a sultry heat to its tone. With her lips pressed together and then she looked back to Connal once more.<br/><br/><strong>"It is true. Roarke is quite the talented one. You know he was quite the stallion during his court performances. I'm sure many ladies of my court will be sad to know of his extended absence. Though, If you are truly interested in his exceeding talents of such things, you could, ask Princess Ceredwyn."</strong><br/><br/>She stepped an inch closer, if it were possible, and whispered against his ear.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm quite sure she knows just how wild that stallion is, why else would he be guarding a Seelie Princess, instead of with the Unseelie where he belongs ."</strong><br/><br/>With those last words she let a hand brush the arm of his tunic before she continued past him with a wink. Her eyes shifted over the room and she moved toward the dining area where she would find some refreshment for her drink.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">*   *    *    *    *    *   *</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The rushed tugging and heat of his body against hers, made Shar's insistence on them disappearing behind the curtain all the more urgent. She had plans for him, for them, for this unbridled desire. Many of those desires would be considered harmful by many but she'd seen Roarke in the court, she knew what limits there were and she wanted to push each one hard. The dark half goblin stumbled back pulling him along with her and moaned out loud pushing her lips against his almost too forcefully, biting at his lower one until the blood trickled out. Her tongue lapped and she moaned audibly, tasting the coppery flavor of his half Sidhe blood rush to her palate. Her goblin heritage begging for more and her Sidhe heritage causing a slight glow to fill her features. The rise of heat flowing at full force, soon, the pair disappeared around a corner with sounds of pleasure and pain to follow.</span><br/>