A quiet chuckle reverberated against the marble walls at her comment regarding her nudity. Settling half against, and half sitting on the table in front of her with the small bit of melon still in hand. His free arm curled about her waist and dragged her close once more so that she was nestled comfortably between his legs. "You act as if that isn't already something that I intend to be a regular occurrence. You'll have your place, and if I understand correctly how you intend to draw your power..." His hand caressed purposefully against the apex of her legs, thumb pressing where he guess her clit might reside, "Then I assure you, you'll have more than you know what to do with, and more. Standing, he popped the last bit of melon into his mouth and eased out from in front of her.<br/><br/>Before he was completely away though, he leaned down to lightly bite her neck. "I'm going to use you in ways you never thought possible. Until you fucking drip."<br/><br/>As if the statement had never been uttered, Darius headed to the door of the large room, and pulled it open. A single guard remained at the far end of the hall, and a look sent him running in his warlord's direction.<br/><br/>"Let the leatherworkers know that I intend on paying a visit. Have the shop cleared by the time I get down there." The guardsman nodded, before he jerked his head to the right to bring Darius' attentions in the direction needed. The scowl on the warlord's face could have shattered stone, but he was forced to take a step back before he could protest. A sigh of irritation escaped as a woman, clad in clothing of similar fashion to his own pushed her way in. By the time Darius looked back to put something sharp inside the guard, he found that the man had wisely mad himself scarce.<br/><br/>Blonde hair was pulled tightly into a braid that looped about the woman's bare shoulders, the tail end tucked into the dangerously low neckline of the shirt that was worn. "Gwen, this is Agarian. Barely tolerated older sister to a boyhood friend." She was also the woman that had made him a man, but that much was soon made clear by the way she attached herself to Darius. His posture indicated that he was none too fond of the woman, and he about broke her arm when she tried to push her hand down the front of his breeches. She had wanted a child by him, and in her eyes, was the only suitable Mistress for a warlord of his stature. Jealousy was something that flared in her nature whenever he had shown interest in another woman, and she clearly intended to make her claim known.<br/><br/>"Is this her then? The one all of the little cunts in the kitchens have been carrying on about?" She gave Gwen a cursory head-to-toe look, and huffed distastefully. "She's soft, Darius. As will be the children she bears." The look in her eyes as she spoke was vicious to say the least. "Probably powders her delicate little ladyparts that have coddled a single lover at best. And that mouth... you know it could never do the things min-"<br/><br/>The hard slap that echoed in the stone room was audible. Agarian simply smiled and licked the blood from her split lip. She'd struck a nerve.<br/><br/>"Gwen is to be my Mistress. The guard have already been notified, and she'll be taken for a fitting as soon as she's ready." His eyes locked onto Gwenevere's, clearly indicating that the whirlwind of jealous sexuality needed to be put in place by more than just himself.