Nathan who had been sitting with his back towards the door now turned slightly to see what had barged in, or better yet who had directed a question to him.

Very respectfully he corrected the very enraged and deadly man who he had seen a few times and had been introduced too by Revenar. The man who he had been told on several occasions not to press. "My apologies Prince Sadi but I have never said that I was from Kaeleer. In fact I never said where I was from."

Trying to catch the young man in a lie Daemon did a quick probe of his own memories. Tried to remember what the man had said when asked where he was from. He wanted to curse because he hadn't picked up on the fact his niece had answered all of those question. She had answered well enough to be truthful but not enough to cause suspicion of where her suitor was from. Narrowing his eyes he glared at the lightly tanned man who had dusty brown hair. Glared at the man who he knew better then to kill because he now understood that he would have not one but several powerful witches riled up if he did, and one of those witches wanted him to see her through her virgin night. Very calmly Daemon hissed, "We'll discuss this later."

Acting like a child who had just been caught doing something naughty Nathan slumped his shoulders down and did his best to look like he was pouting, or at least trying to because he was well into his twenties though he still looked as a youth of not nearly ten. In a grumpy adolescent voice he said, " I can't wait." pausing and letting a wicked grin bloom on his face he continued, " will your daughter's coven be there for that discussion?"

"No but the males of her first circle will be."

Ethan and Marcus exchanged glances with each other then with the two male who looked as confused as they did before turning their attention to Alora, before seeing what she was wearing or rather not wearing. Almost in unison they roared, "What in the name of hell are you wearing." Marcus said while Ethan exclaimed, "I can't believe they let you leave the Keep dressed like that."

Saetan held back a grin, these may not be Kaeleer born males but they had the heads of ones, not to mention they both seemed to know when to push and when not to. Looking out the corner of his eyes at his eyrien son who was looking much like he was ready for a fight he softly spoke as he raised both a black shied and an aural one around the room, "I think we need to discuss some things before we play anymore snip and snarl today, don't you think so Witch child?" before she could agree he continued, "now go put something on that will please us all then you may join us."

Seeing no other way out of this conversation se ducked behind the dais that held the tall wide throne that was covered in worn red velvet and was made with the purest of gold. Quickly she called in a forest green jacket that had matching trousers and a lighter green silk blouse that blended well with her lightly tan skin, but still stood out against her deep sapphire eyes, although she would have preferred the blue sapphire outfit that mirrored the one Janelle had had so many years before, but both Ledia and Angle had thought it would send their father spiraling again and she didn't want to risk that.

While Alora changed Lucivar kept a close watch on the now wide open door even though nothing could get through the shields unless the high lord wanted it to. Still he couldn't help but to think that somehow they weren't just organizing themselves in here but had trapped themselves in here with no escape. Using craft he floated the tainted doors back to where they looked to belong again making sure he didn't actually touch them himself.

Daemon joined the three boys in the half circle that they had created on the floor before he spoke, "So who wants to start."

Wanting help and not wanting to prick the temper of the man who had successfully muted Nathan into a very respectful speaking male who he normally wasn't, the three of them all stared to speak at once. All of them started to speak like a coven of young girls chattering on about nonsense till Marcus' wife spoke in a very faint whisper, "I have an idea how to help every one."

The room fell deathly silent before Daemon gestured for her to continue. Again the young girl spoke only this time she sounded as she had some confidence to her voice although she still kept it very soft and just above a whisper." my apologies we have all been asking Rea for help now for so long that we don't know where to start."

"Then start at the beginning Lady. The three of us have been sent to help where we can but none of us are the least bit familiar to this realm." Daemon spoke as calmly as he could even though this queen, if he could trust his own senses, was pricking at his temper just from the amount of fear that was pouring off of her.

Marcus growled, "We don't have time for this. Once the King's advisor knows that there are those here that can weald magic he will call for all of our deaths and I doubt opening the gates of hell will…."

"Marcus hush." the young girl scorned, "we don't want to open that gate. If the stories are true then the demon king will kill us just as he would the snakes that over see this realm."

At that Saetan laughed, "Darling and what does this demon king look like?"

Her deep golden eyes looked over to him and with a great deal of heart felt sincerity said, "no one really knows but they say that his nails are long and black with rot. That his eyes are as cold as stone and he drinks the blood of his victims so that he may live for all eternity. But that doesn't scare me, no what does it that it is said that he created this realm so that he could enjoy a feast when ever he opened the gate from his throne in hell. Then the other stories say that his temper is so violent that he could destroy the entire realm if one ever summoned him."

Saetan bit back a smile as he glided over to her and softly patted her hair down making sure she saw his long black tinted nails. Then ever so calmly said, "Sweetheart I've only every destroyed one race of people and that was only because they harmed one of my children. Now come you said you had an idea and I am much inclined to hear it especially if I only need to let myself be noticed here."

"Oh…. Oh my but Rea said…. "She stopped talking long enough to catch her breath. Long enough to watch as Alora took a seat on Daemon's lap and his much toned arms wrapped around her. "My Idea right. There are not enough of those here that can heal the land … Rea said that herself but she also said there could be with help of a few … I think she was talking about you."

"This Rea sounds like a very gifted black widow I should like to meet her." Saetan interrupted as he kept his voice calm and soothing

"Meet her? I thought… Nathan I though you said she knew the high lord personally."

Nathan locked his eyes Daemon in a silent plea for help. Understanding Daemon cut in, "Lady please I don't think we have time to figure out who knows who right now."

"Well since every one knows that the king is nothing more then the mouth piece for the current advisor I think if you take care of him and those who follow him… Rea and I should be able to help the land enough so that enough food will grow to keep all of the people alive through winter. By summer I think then those loyal to the crown will adjust enough for Ethan to make some new laws where woman have some rights and that those who can use craft won't be killed in the cradle."

Lucivar who had not really been paying attention to the conversation now turned to see Alora sitting on Daemon's lap with her hard resting on his shoulder. It had been over a thousand years since Daemon had looked so relaxed and calm, although anyone who knew Daemon would realize that he was right now fully protecting her and would in a heart beat become more deadly then the high lord if provoked. He knew because he was watching how his brother was holding the yond girl close to him offering himself as her protector just as he once did for Jaenelle when she was tired or over worked, just as he did when his children were younger and would crawl up on his lap with tears in their eyes because of one thing or another. It was now he made a silent payer to the darkness that nothing pressed his brother because those in this room needed to live through this. Needed to because Alora would need her family where Jaenelle had adopted hers.

With his mind else where Lucivar was snapped to attention when a loud bang came from the other side of the blood stained door. Before a second equally loud bang hit the door all of his weapons were called in and his war blade was held tightly in his hands.

Knowing or rather thinking that fighting would spill out in this room Marcus directed his wife to hide behind the dais then glared at his sister who was too calmly still perched on Daemon's lap. "You too behind the dais. "he growled at her.

"I can take care of…"

Daemon nuzzled the head as he whispered, "your tired sweet heart and you haven't had time to rest since descending to the abyss… for now listen to your brother."

Getting to her feet he mumbled in her midnight voice that shocked her brothers for none of them had ever heard it before, "Snarly, pig headed males…. Who do you think…?"

"Sweetheart we are your protectors now please you need to protect your sister. After all she can't use the jewels yet."

Witch looked over to the dais, "no she can't can her…. Well she will before the last one of those pieces of …."

The small sight shields fell before she could finish that statement. Then three fury faces looked up lovingly at her. The black hell hound that she had met in the coach that first night spoke, * I can help. I know my craft and my teeth are sharp.*

"Yes young prince you may help." witch looked around the room before giving her last instruction, "none in this room are to be bit, and any others do what you will."

With that instruction they raised their shields once more.

The four puzzled males all stood silent for a short time trying to make sense of what they had just saw. Finally gave up and said, "If some one has an extra weapon or two we can help."

Lucivar looked at them and called in a second set of weapons, ones that he had just bought not to long ago others he had made. "Here take what you know how to use."

He was surprised when only his war blade was left on the ground. Then shook his head when Witch took that for herself before joining her sister behind the dais.