See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Trace then Me

Kindrellvar listened to Raith talk about the female in question and smiled softly, knowing what a pain in the ass it could be when someone didn't return your feelings and how easy one had to go with a Broken witch that had been raped. He had watched his sister so many times turn males down or not even recognize when one showed interest because of her own fright.

When he felt the feelings radiating from the other male he reached across the table and placed his hand on Raith's. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure it will turn out fine." He spiraled soothing tendrils to the other male and than pulled his hand back so no one thought they were a bunch of fags. He didn't mind because he had Jaime but he knew the other male well enough to know that if someone said anything, which he wouldn't know who the Hell would, Raith would be pissed off.

"She'll come around. My sister was the same way with Lucien." He smiled and knocked back a couple more drinks before changing the subject. "Minah," he waved his hand. "I was talking about Minah Raith." He winked at the other man, "Besides, pussy is pussy, what she doesn't know or smell won't hurt her. Besides if we get that drunk, I'm sure she'll make you feel right at home in our bed chambers." He laughed but what he said was the truth.

Minah would fuck Raith's brains right out of his head before he could blink an eye. "We can move the party if you want. Doesn't matter to me." he grinned.

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Raith barked out a short laugh, sharp and nasty, "Yeah I can hope." He agreed, appreciating the other Warlord Princes understanding, he just hoped it wasn't going to be much longer because other wise he was going to explode.

Then he nearly choked on his drink. "Yasnani, are you offering me a night with your wife as a finally to a night of drinking?"

Well that would be a hell of a way to end it, and a damn fucking laugh, but he'd have to be bloody drunk to do it, it wasn't that Minah wasn't to his tastes, the woman was stunning, dangerously beautiful, it was that Minah was somebody's wife and it was Nym, still ever present on the horizon.
Nothing may have happened but she was his Queen and to him, wanting what he did, that demanded loyalty.

He knocked back another drink. "You think they do anything fucking stronger here?" He was heading for pleasantly warm but right now Raith didn't want to be pleasantly warm, he wanted to be smashed out his head, picking a fight and yeah he would admit it, he really wanted to fuck someone.

He watched Kin grin and suggest moving the party if he wanted and laughed.

"Fuck yeah lets, I haven't been on a pub crawl in ages and with all these new places springing up it's only fair that we offer them all our patronage. Another round here though I'm not walking out without enough drink in me to remain inebriated till we hit the next place."