Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction biased in the world created by Anne Bishop in her Black Jewels Trilogy. The characters are however are original and copyright of their maker. Keep in mind that not all of these characters are mine. I use them with permission of the maker. This is a thread from Ebony, a forum I role-play on. The link is my homepage if you wish to check it out. As such not all of this is written by me and again is used with permission.

Raith Malakhim are characters made by J and I use them with his permission. Gaia Mircia is mine.

Characters: Black Jeweled Black Widow Warlord Prince Raith Malakhim

Rose Jeweled Black Widow Healer Gaia Mircia

Writer of this chapter: J and Me

Gaia's blue eyes sharpened and narrowed on the man as he approached. She took in the details of the moving body carefully. His skin tone and his hair, the way he moved, especially his jewels. She wasn't sure if she liked the conclusion she came to. If it wasn't the host, the Warlord Prince of Little Terrielle. Just her luck.

She would have to be stupid not to at least know of him; even with her usually sheltered life. One of her light brows arched at him, blue spheres moving from his face to his hand and back. The charm he laced into his words worried her of his intentions, but assuming he wanted anything more than a dance would be rude. He was after all, the host.

In the end she stepped away from the wall and took the man up on his offer with a slight smile. I am here for fun. She told herself. I might as well give this shit a shot.

"As you wish Prince, but I am hardly a Lady. Call me Gaia, please."

She was very careful with her words, gentle and polite. She was no Queen and she'd never served in a proper Court but she knew enough of the way of things to get past. Either she'd learned it on her own or her Father had taught her. Thankfully dancing had been one of those things.

Raith grinned and took the offered hand leading her onto the dance floor, dancing with guests was another excuse for getting out of talking to people, it was, just like all the mindless chatter, he thought he spoken more about the yacht to people them any time in his life, least it was an icebreaker, something which was expected of him.

Good thing he enjoyed it. "Gaia," He said with a grin as if tasting her name taken the lead and moving them both through the beginning steps to the music playing. "Mother in the old tongue," He said thoughtfully before smiling again, obviously just enjoying the dance.
"And if we're going for informality you better call me Raith then." He said with another grin, "Seen as I definitely can't comment on my Princely status."

It was strange dancing with a woman almost as tall as him, her heels, and hair, giving her extra height but not unpleasant and she moved well enough. Raith wondered if she'd be up for another round after this song just to stop him having to talk to some of the fuckwits he'd seen.

"Glacian?" He commented, she looked it but you never quiet knew. He'd seen enough blondes kicking around LT to never make more than an educated guess at where people came from.