So until the person who read this whole thing and the rest of you come forth and review, well then i quit. But I love Glass Angel cause she reviewed so this one's for you.
Phenyana entered the dining hall along with the rest of the evenings chosen whore's.
She ignored the calls as she made her way towards her red eyed monster. But instead of meeting his demonic eyes, a set of cool ice blue orbs froze her for a moment. She quickly found herself and searched for the fire, who was presently leaned forwards resting his chin on his hands, elbows on the table with his smirk of amusment plastered on his lips.
She released her breath and made her way fo be seated as his side.
"Who is this Dilandau?" An elderly man, seated next to the ice blue eyed girl, inquired, his gaze wandering over her body in the mose invasive manner she'd ever experienced, and hated herself as she leaned into it.
Dilandau on the other hand, remained silent, but passed Phen a morsol of food.
"My name is Phenyana," The dark red haired masacist said quietly before taking the offering.
"Show some respect to me girl," the man replied coldly.
Dilandau leaned back to relax and let Phen see her prey. Since he couldn't put this old man in his place due to the constant intrusion of his advisors, perhaps she could for him. Especially since he could now literally see her defiance return.
"Why should I do that?" She replied, her tone matching the chill of ice.
"Because I am the King of Ravoine." He said glaring down at her.
"Last I checked, Ravoine's true heir was lost, but them again, I am only Dilandau's favorite toy." Phenyana couldn't help but smirk at the shocked look on the man's face and the matching one on the blond who was next to him.
"Well that will soon change I'm sure," Majan smiled back in the most sinister fashion.
"I doubt that, I'm not exactly something one would just throw away."
"And why is that?" The girl snapped.
"You wouldn't destroy the ring of Austuria, or the dragon of Fanalia."
"Those are priceless pieces of Gaea's power. What makes you believe this delusion that you are as valuable and rare?" The girl hissed.
Phenyana leaned forward, placed her hand on Dilandau's and smiled coldly, "Have you, in your tiny isolated backward country, even heard of the pain bearer?"
Majan stared as her for a moment.
She silently turned her hand over in Dilandau's so it was palm up and nodded. Delighted he obliged to her will and drew his knife across her perfect skin, feeling her pulse quicken under his fingers. He raised his gaze to see her eyes flutter shut and a small smile creep over her lips.
"Well now Dilandau," Majan interupted pulling Dilandau back into reality, "it seems that you have quite a treasure here indeed. Perhaps we can trade my daughter for your whore. You will not need play things any longer, and an old man such as myself I find myself bored. I assure you that I'd be doing you a favor and it would be more then fair."
"You daughter could never match my skill." Phan growled in disgust.
"It doesn't matter, after we are wed your use will have been well expired." The daughter snapped.
Phenyana glanced sharply at the devil next to her.
"Nothing's final precious," Dilandau cooed caressing her face, causing her to flinch away as if burnt.
"I told you what I was."
"That is in Drujan my sweet, here you are my favorite, you always will be," he said reassuringly reaching for her again, but quickly retracted his hand before her snapping teeth caught hold of him, "at least you are back to normal. I thought that I had lost you Phen."
"You never had me, my Lord," she spat, "But I see my services are no longer required." She stood to leave the royal's to royal's.
"Oh do not be like that Phen." Dilandau mocked.
"It's Phenyana, respect it, it's the only thing my mother left me."
Dilandau sat stunned for a moment, she had never mentioned a past, let alone a family, a mother. He had practically forgotten that everyone had one. Hell knew that his was long gone and dead.
"Excuse me whore, but you will be called whatever we see fit to call you, be thankful he gave you a name." The princess smirked.
"I will always have my name, even if everything else is taken from me."
"Really, so drugs will never make you forget?"
"I can never forget. It is my purpose to remember. PLus it is hard to forget a past that is branded upon one's flesh."
Dilandau stared at her, where had al this come from? She had never opened up freely, though he had never shown much interest for anything other then the bed with her. But now he could see her as a person, not a rare possession, and he was intrigued but the information she let hang in the air, "Phen...yana, please retire to our chambers. I'll join you shortly."
'Our chambers?' She thought, confused, then saw the princess's shocked expression. He was playing them both, she knew it, too bad this primped girl was too dense to realize it too. "As you wish Dilandau." She said quietly, bowing her head and turning to her escorts who lead her out silently.