"And that's how Urz and I spent our first night together." Eliza said proudly. "He may have said that he loved you, but clearly he was trying to start a family with me. Thus my claim is superior!"

Her fellow Vanadises were in several states of disbelief. Elen refused to look her in the eye. Sophie was pointedly looking at her cup. Mira was beet red her jaw hanging open. Olga, looked like someone had just given her a puppy only to take it back a minute later.

Seeing them she delivered the finishing blow. "And that wasn't the only time!" She said proudly. "Just about every night afterwards was spent together in the same bed. Let me tell you the best time was about a week later when Urz finally realized that I enjoyed him being rough with me. I fell asleep at my desk because we rarely slept in each other's company, only to wake up tied up and blindfolded. I was scared, as I felt someone running their hand on me, I cursed and threatened, only for the person to laugh. Then a voice whispered into my ear, 'The safe word is Red.' That was when I realized it was Urz. All that fear mixed with pleasure." She trailed off, discretely wiping away some spit and closing her mouth. "Needless to say that being unable to see really enhanced the sensations. I really enjoyed it when he took Valitsaif to me."

"He used your viralt on you?" Mira asked in disbelief.

"Oh yes." Liza grinned lasciviously. "He used it like a crop, delivering stinging blows to my creamy flesh, each one jolting me with a bit of lightning at the same time. It's too bad that I couldn't convince him to use the whip form on me, but eventually he'll break down and give in."

That was it, Olga screamed, and went for the skorosmartnitsa taking a swig directly from the bottle. There was a reason that it was called quick-death, and the 15 year old girl passed out after the first sip. The remaining older Vanadis looked at the youngest in surprise for a moment before dismissing her for a more important matter. Who was Tigre's number one.

"So you see Elen, Sophie. Urz is clearly mine. I'll be taking him back to Lebus with me where we'll work on starting a family. I suspect that you can be expecting wedding invitations within the coming months, seeing as we'll be joining Brune's Hero and the most powerful Vanadis."

"Most powerful Vanadis my shapely ass." Sophie grumbled reaching for the same drink that had done Olga in. Being older as well as twice the girl's size she didn't pass out with a single sip.

"You're…" Elen stopped unable to think of a word that properly described he vulgar woman in front of her. "Just…."

"Has the realization that Urz loves me the most robbed you of speech?" Liza taunted. "Don't worry, you can be my maid of honor, number two."

That was the wrong thing to say, as Elen reached for Arifar, drawing the majestic sword from its sheath. Weapons came out, as they stared down at one another. Their powers crackled and there was little doubt that if they fought against one another the palace would be obliterated in the process.

"I am not, and never will be under you." Elen spat.

"And what do you have to offer Urz?" Eliza asked. "You were nothing but a mercenary. Though I was born illegitimate, the King restored my nobility when I ascended to become the Vanadis of Lebus. I have connections to the nobility, alliances with other kingdoms and nobles. At least Urz will be able to marry another noble rather than a muscle-brained idiot whose only talent is in battle."

"You take that back!" Elen sneered, wind rustling in her anger.

"On that note, surely I'm a better fit." Sophie interrupted. "At least I wasn't born from her father's dalliances with the maid."

"You bitch!" Liza snarled her entire body crackling with lightning.

"That's enough!" Mira's voice cut through the tension, as the room frosted over.

"Don't try to stop us Ludmira Lourie." Eliza said scoldingly.

"Stay out of this Mira." Elen and Sophie commanded.

"I'm sure that Tigre had no interest in those mosquito bites that you call a chest." Elen sneered.

""Breasts aren't everything." She slammed her palms on the table. "And for your information Tigre loves my ass."

A moment later she realized what she said, her hands coming to block her mouth before she let something else slip. However it was too late and the damage was done.

Creepily, and together as one the three bustier Vanadises turned to face her. She began to shiver at the amount of killing intent being directed at her. Together as one they spoke. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing!" Mira clammed up.

"I didn't hear nothing." Sophie said.

"It seems like my husband has some trouble keeping it in his pants." Liza smiled darkly. "I think I need to keep a closer eye on him."

"Best confess right now." Elen said, an annoyed expression on her face as she brandished her sword. Acting on instinct Mira reached for viralt only to pull her hand away as it touched a golden barrier.

"Ara, ara." Sophie smiled disturbingly. "I'm really quite interested in what you and my master have gotten up to." She looked towards the window wondering if she could survive a fall. One look at the whip in Elizavetta's hands killed that thought. The door was an option but Elen was in the way.

She was trapped.

With no choice but to speak, she sat down.

Elen as it seemed like she had taken over the duties as the master of drinks poured everyone a round of skorosmartnitsa. "Drink it." She commanded looking at her blue haired rival.

Mira looked at it, knowing that she could either drink it or her fellow Vanadises would pour the bottle down her throat. She could only pray that the alcohol didn't loosen her tongue too much.

She swallowed it and immediately her mind felt fuzzy as she was unused to such potent liquor.

"Well you see." She started. "It all started when…."