"I'm glad you came to the same conclusion. Were we in some other part of the world, a more permanent solution would likely have been sought. However Warlords generally do not live long enough to take a betrothed, so generally a mistress is considered to be held in the same regard." He chuckled at the mention of her clothing. Northern women generally kept warm via less conventional methods.<br/><br/>"Yes, really. Northern women are made of hardier stock, and are able to generally shake the cold almost as well as the men. I'm completely comfortable sitting here in nothing but the leather skirt I wear. Though the marble is a bit cold on my ass. The idea is for you to blend in, not stick out like an ox in a herd of sheep. It might be a smart thing to see if you can weave one of your pretty little charms into a gem to ward the cold from your skin. Generally clothing is less... billowy, and tighter into the body laced with furs."<br/><br/>Tilting his head curiously, he reached out and wrapped a hand around her throat gently. Remembering where thumb and his other finger lay, he took a visual measurement. "Normally, when women are taken ownership of, they are branded. However, I do not feel this is necessary as your facial features will already set you apart enough. A simple collar should do, and if you'd like, we can hang that little charm from it to serve dual purpose."<br/><br/>Without another word towards the discussion, Darius rolled forward and stood with ease. It was very clear that he was not used to anyone arguing or disputing what he suggested. Should that be the case with his new mistress and adviser or not would be told with time. Taking the few steps back to the throne, he pulled his leather chestpiece back over his head and gave the lacings a tug. Pulling her cloak off of the top of the large seat, he folded it over an arm and then gave the bracelet a hard look before gingerly plucking it off of the tusk and slipping it over his wrist. Darius expected to feel different when he slid it on. Instead though, the only thing that registerd was the fact that the small bit of metal was fucking cold.<br/><br/>"Your cloak, dearest Mistress. Perhaps we should get you some food. You look to be utterly fragile, and there is little that I can think of to help you bolster both strength and your flushed complexion."