<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/08/70/2c087096bca0dc4604c14e18468706ce.jpg)</div>To say Erevan wasn't thrilled by Abduxuel's gesture to publicly assert herself over him was an understatement. Still he knew his position in public.<strong>"A pleasure as always, First Daughter."</strong>Taking the hand of the first daughter gingerly he held it carefully as if it was porcelain. His lips barely brush the palm before he rose back up.<strong>"Seems as though the rest of our family is fashionably late. By the way, why bring the servants here, my beautiful sister?"</strong>He looked rather deadpan in his demeanor and glanced to Jerion's mad words.<strong>"Fascinating. What direction would that be?"</strong><br/><br/>Upon her rise to ascension and her ultimatum, yes he had been whipped, he took no pleasure of any kind from it and merely endured it for what it was intended to be. But what came next was behind closed doors. Publicly Erevan knew the power dynamic and understood why she needed to establish herself. It was why he suggested it in the first place, in private. However Erevan was not one to be submissive nor turn the other cheek after such an action. He had to prove to his newly anointed First Daughter that there was a reason why he was irreplaceable and not to be taken lightly. Thus behind closed doors, Abduxuel learned how dangerous Erevan truly was. Waking up to the heads of those whom didn't bend the knee to her after her rebirth in her own bed was that message. Better to keep Erevan around than have him as an enemy. Better still to show the house united. And he continued to hunt the dissenters down until none remained.