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— Diana thought wistfully to the coffee machine that they had shut down a few hours prior. "Sorry, no coffee tonight. The machine gets shut down at 9," she explained, apologetically. "Would lemon be okay with your water?" she inquired, politely. Her eyes flickered down to his hands where she watched him momentarily fiddle, before raising them to meet his gaze. At his probing, she allowed herself to relax a little, leaning into her right leg, favoring her left. "Yeah, you could say that it's been a long day," she chuckled quietly, "It's not a problem though. More hours on the clock, right?" she added, smiling a little with her teeth. Her canines weren't extended, but they were slightly sharper than a normal human's canines, but only if those looked hard enough could tell the difference. She didn't mind though, Diana knew that the hunters would've found her by now if that were the case, and she figured she could allow herself to start getting a little more comfortable in the town that she picked as her hide out. She would have to move of course, once she had overstayed her welcome and the locals became a little too suspicious of her, but thankfully, she had a few more years if things played out in her favor.

"Have you been here before?" she asked instead. "Anything on the menu catch your eye, or do you need a few minutes?" She decided to make the customer his water from behind the bar, setting the glass down in front of him. With one hand she wiped up the mess she had made behind the bar from the water spilling slightly. Diana set the towel down that she had used to wipe up the water, and offered him another smile. Sell it girl, sell it, she thought in a mantra. She couldn't help her eyes from flickering to the clock. Nearly 11:30.

— Ezra glanced at the lycan sideways, noting that she had to crouch for her to be able to follow him without choking to death. Mindful of that, he loosened his reign on the leash, giving her a little more room to er, breathe. He nodded once at her statement, taking that into consideration. With her words, it came out to the being that come the next morning, or afternoon, she would be in her humanoid form again. What a relief, he thought. "My name is Ezra," he clarified, quietly as he lead her up the stairwell. Outside was dark, and the moon was still hanging in the sky, full and bright. "Do you have a name?" he asked, nearly forgetting that this was a creature similar to him. "Or would I have to name you?" The last question was jokingly, though it didn't last longer than a moment before his face morphed back into something serious. "This is my room. You can rest here for the night." A servant showed at that moment that they stood in the threshold of his room, their hands full of drinks for the prince. "Get me extra pillows and blankets, please," he ordered quietly to the man, who nodded briskly and disappeared again, like smoke. "I can er, make you a bed on the floor if that's what you'd be comfortable with. When you're in your human form we can come up with different arrangements for you," he added, taking into consideration that there wouldn't be a looming beast taking up his entire room come the afternoon.

— sure! Any ideas?

— At his soft curse, Diana couldn't help but chuckle. I relate, I could really use a drink right about now, but coffee isn't exactly my go to, she thought, shaking her head as she looked down at the granite of the bar. "Sorry about that," she murmured, the corners of her mouth pulling up slightly, trying to hide her smile. When the man commented on her smile, she brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, almost embarrassed. I really have to be more careful, a small voice whispered, frantically. She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder slightly, as if she were looking out for something... or someone. Her laughter became a little awkward, and she made a point to not show her teeth too much after that. "Thanks," she murmured, grateful for the compliment but too worried about being found to continue to smile for the customer.

Diana glanced down at the menu, and when he asked what her favorite item was, she paused. Truthfully, the vampire didn't really indulge in food that was served at the restaurant, but she pulled out another menu from under the counter to look it over. "Oh, well, I have a lot of favorites here," she murmured, casually as her eyes flickered over the menu. "If you want something sweet, I can always recommend the desserts," she added, pointing to the rather pitiful selection of desserts that were served. "Our special tonight is the key lime pie." She continued to look at the menu out of the corner of her eye, until it landed on something that she knew was a customer's favorite. "Well, I mean, if you wanted food, food, I could always suggest either the salmon strawberry salad - that one is really popular here, or probably one of our burgers. Fries cost extra though," she added, a little ruefully. She remained quiet, listening to him ramble on a little bit about his love for sweets. "I like sweet things, too," Diana chuckled. "I don't really indulge too much, but we switch the selection of pies out every week if you don't mind that. Maybe it will just encourage you to come back and try them all." Her eyes glinted as she smiled again, though not as big as she had before where her teeth were exposed.

At the compliment on her name, she glanced down at her name tag - a habit - and she laughed a little. "Thanks. I think my parents were really big into the Greek mythology, you know? Superstitious and all," she explained. "Parents will be parents though. What's your name?" she asked, not unkindly. "And what would you like to try tonight?"

— [[ If you want to time skip, we can. ]]

Ezra shrugged at her questioning. "I mean, if you would rather I make you a bed in the dungeon where it's cold and wet, and no fireplace, that can be arranged." He rose an eyebrow questioningly, though unless he was pushed to do so, he knew he wasn't going to put her down there. I could always just put her in the room near mine - then no one could complain that I'm just discarding her and not watching over her. Ezra grunted at her name, and he thought it over. "Jeannette." The name rolled off of his tongue, and he let his eyes roam over the lycan, figuring that it suited her. Though he wouldn't be able to tell how well the name suited her when she transformed back to her human form. At the mention of his switching personalities, he shrugged, not wanting to offer more of a response. Ezra knew he had a short temper, and little things would set him off, but he didn't have to explain himself to her. At least, not yet anyway. "Sir?" The prince's head turned and landed on the servant that had a few others in tow, all carrying extra pillows and blankets. The three humans glanced hesitantly at the lycanthrope, but Ezra just gestured to the ground in front of the fireplace that was quietly crackling. "Set up the bed there." Without needing to be told twice, the humans scurried to set up the bed for the lycanthrope, full of pillows and blankets and creating a near pile on the floor with how many soft fabrics they carried.

Ezra grunted, and turned his back on them to head into the bathroom to change quickly. He discarded his formal clothing for silk sweatpants and a loose shirt before emerging into his bedroom. The servants had fled as quickly as they had arrived, leaving a bottle of blood and a wine glass on Ezra's side table for him to indulge in. "Do you need anything else?" he asked, gesturing to the pillows on the ground. "Or is this enough?"

— Ezaa paused when he saw her out on the balcony, and he grew a little nervous seeing her standing there. If she wanted to jump, he knew that she could as well as manage to escape with somewhat minor injuries. He knew she could heal fast enough. When she started howling, his eyebrows rose but he didn't question it. If she only howls once a month, fine by me, he thought. Just as long as it isn't all the time. When she whimpered her thanks, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he climbed into his king sized bed, adorned with a dark plum comforter and black sheets. "You're welcome," he said, and awkwardly cleared his throat as he watched her curl up. It was almost comedic in the fact that she took up nearly the whole makeshift bed, one that nearly touched each wall of the room. Pouring himself one more glass of blood wine, he sat up in the bed, watching his new pet as she got comfortable, wondering just how the hell this pet-owner relationship would work.

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Sometime in the morning, Ezra found himself woken up to pale sunlight streaming in from his balcony windows. He rubbed the sleep from his eye, irritated at being woken up so early. He figured he had fallen asleep right after his fourth or fifth cup of wine, too lost in his thoughts to try to go to sleep properly. His dark hair stood up in different directions, and he ran his hand through the unruly locks as his clear eyes tried to decipher just why the balcony door wasn't closed. "I swear to God, these servants," he muttered, and then paused when he saw a girl standing with her back to him, staring out onto the lawn. He noted her servant clothes, but his mind just wasn't processing just who she was or how she got there, his lycan problem from the day before nearly forgotten. He stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded before the pieces began to click back together. Oh yeah, the pet. Ezra's mouth snapped shut as he stared at her, his eyes flashing between its wolf-like yellow and his normal clear irises. "It's too early for the sunlight to be in this room," he said, instead of making a comment on how the lycanthrope from the night before had changed into this girl. His eyes wandered from the bed to the tiny thing that was standing on his balcony, and thought of how small she would've been enveloped in the blankets that he had brought up.

— Ezra swallowed and gave her a none-too-subtle once over. "Human," he grunted in response. He knew that lycanthropes were made to be servants, but he hadn't really seen too many female lycans around the castle. Most of the lycans in the castle were males, he realized and he didn't quite know how he felt about having a female one. Well, either way, they are pretty evenly matched when she's in her wolf form, he thought. The prince sighed, figuring if he was up now, he might as well get some work done. He stretched, the muscles in his back rippling as he did so, and got up. "Hungry?" he asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he poured the remainder of the blood wine bottle into the empty wine glass on his bedside table. Hunger swirled in his stomach, but not the kind that bottled blood could sate, though he didn't let it be known. He kept his back to the girl standing on his balcony and he pondered where he would put her for her sleeping quarters, knowing that his mother, the dear queen, would throw a fit until she was placed where she deemed acceptable.

— Ezra glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention fully back on the half-full wine glass that he hadn't drank from yet. His eyes flickered to the empty wine bottle, a little bit remorseful he hadn't saved some more for this morning. "I can get someone to make you food," he stated, and then rolled some thoughts through his head, trying to best decide how to handle the girl. "After today and you get settled, then I'll put you to work," he decided. "Once you eat I'll have someone come get you to show you the areas that the servants typically reside in and work in. The kitchens being one of them." He didn't want another servant, but Ezra figured he didn't have a choice but to find something to keep her busy.

— This damn thing is so uncomfortable, Darius thought, reaching up to tug at the thick leather collar around his neck. The things I do for this damned job. He didn't like seeming weak in front of the people that had brought him in, but he had allowed them to (mostly) dress him in the attire that was apparently common. The dress shirt wasn't buttoned all the way to the top - he had undone the last two buttons to give himself some more breathing room that the collar wasn't really prone to giving him. The way it rested on his collarbones made it seem like it was choking him to death, and Darius was seething. He just wanted this job done and over with, but noooo. He had been locked in this room for lord knows how long, and of course it was at the Queen's leisure for when she decided to grace him with her presence.

He had sat in the chair until he had figured out how to undo the bindings that kept him strapped in within ten minutes of being locked in the room, so when the door opened, Darius straightened up. He had been standing, leaning against the chair that he had been chained to. "Your Majesty," he said, with a sarcastic bow, though he couldn't help himself from his normal attitude.

— Ezra pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering curses to the queen under his breath. Of course the wolf would have to point that out. "I see," he drawled, drinking the bloodwine. "Fine. You want to be my personal servant then?" he asked, setting the wine glass down as he turned to look at her. "I want this room picked up. Bed made. When you finish, bring me another," he held the empty bottle up, "of bloodwine. Do you think that's too much to handle?" Ezra pinned her down with a look, his eyes flashing slightly, irritated at this situation he was put in, but mostly at the fact that he had been woken up well before he was used to being up, and he knew that he couldn't allow himself the luxury of going back to bed when there was a war to start.

— Darius stood a little taller, straightening himself further just so he could say he was able to look down on the queen. He stared down his nose at her, and he let a smirk play on his face and he pulled a corner of his mouth up to bare a long canine at her. His hazel eyes flashed a dark amber at her as he allowed her to clip the leash to him. I better be getting a huge pay raise, he tough to himself as he let a low rumble emit from his chest.

He followed her, letting his eyes roam the hallways to drink in the information of the castle. The more he learned about his surroundings the easier it would be able to escape when the time comes. At her order, he rose a sculpted eyebrow. "I'm not a dog," he rumbled when she told him to sit, "Your Majesty," he added. To be honest, he didn't care for the little kitten nickname she had given him either, but he would debate that later. For her amusement, he found himself kneeling in front of her, not quite sitting as he stared at her, almost challengingly. "It's Darius, may I know your first name, your Majesty?" He purred. It was commonly known that half bloods like him calling this evening of higher status anything but their name of status was beyond disrespectful, but Darius figured hat he may as well push all the buttons he's been presented before he makes his move.

— Darius grunted as he hit the floor a little too hard for his liking. His eyebrows rose as the queen crawled on top of him. To his surprise, she had actually answered his question about her name, and a warm feeling twisted in his lower stomach. Dove. Darius grinned, one of his long canines sticking out as he licked his lips. "Dove," he drawled, slowly. An amused glint lit up his molten irises. "Sounds like a snack to me. Cats like birds." His shoulder throbbed from where she had pinned him but Darius liked the dangerous aspect of the queen, and he knew his statement could be interpreted as a challenge to her.

Darius grunted in response to her statement of him being a servant, not agreeing nor disagreeing with it, merely just acknowledging it. After she laced one of her hands with his he gave a squeeze, none too gently. The kiss was the only thing he didn't expect and he was surprised to find that her little mouth was soft and morphed comfortably against his. He tail swished slightly, as he lazily kissed her back. Upon her request for him to remove her shirt, he hesitated, his other hand resting on her hip. He drew back, calculating. "I wouldn't want to taint you, little bird. Hybrids are scum around here, you know. Wouldn't want little old me to leave such a mark on you," he purred, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

— A low rumble come Fromm Darius' chest as he felt her tiny hands wrap around his throat. His eyes flashed a dark amber, his lion side coming to the surface. He had watched with silent amusement at all the emotions flickering in her eyes. His tail lashed, angrily, defiant though he didn't voice it. When she released him he shot her a girl glare and stared defiantly back up at the queen until she lifted her boot clad foot up. Slowly, he allowed himself to roll up to his feet.

Seeing her saunter into the bathroom, he glance down around her room, and stuffing his pride down, he rummaged through her closet, pulling out a loose shirt and soft shorts. He rolled his eyes as he set it down on her bed, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. When she did, he let his eyes roam over her pale skin, predatory. Silently he sat down on the couch beside her, watching and waiting.

Upon hearing that her snake needed to eat, he grinned. "So what birds will it be fed?" He asked, his eyes glinting. "And what exactly do we have to discuss?"

—

A low rumbling chuckle emitted from the lion hybrid. "I think I may be just a little too big for your snake to eat," he purred, his eyes lidded as he looked at the queen. When she crawled to sit on his leg, he swished his tail lazily, resting a hand on her hip, drawing lazy circles in a pattern.

"If sitting between your legs is all I have to do, it sounds like an easy job," he rumbled against her back, his fingers running over her skin. "Little old me might make those kings jealous," he added, cheekily, a dimple showing in his cheek with his grin. "I can do my best to be quiet, but promises tend to break more often than not, so I'm sorry to disappoint you but I can't make that a solid promise." Darius shrugged. "I'll eat just about anything, my Queen," he purred, close to her ear.

— Darius' grin just grew, his elongated canines showing slightly at her remark. "I will do my best to make those kings jealous, but if that's the case, then I don't think I can remain as tame as you'd like, Your Majesty," he rumbled, noticing the fire flare up in her eyes, not unlike how his eyes would light up at a challenge. Interesting.

He chuckled at her threats - it definitely wasn't the first time that the lion has been threatened to lose body parts, one way or another. Her quick movements startled him slightly, and when she spun to face him he stiffened. His muscles coiled and tensed, but his shoulders relaxed when she presented him her finger with the cream at the tip. Dangerous girl, he thought, but didn't say as he slowly let his tongue flicker out and lick the cream from her fingertip. "I like the tea," he murmured.

— Darius' molten eyes zoomed in on her tongue as he watched her lick the finger that he had just licked. This mission might possibly be the most fun one I've had the pleasure of doing, he thought, letting his eyes hungrily rake over the queen. She wasn't small, (to him, she was) and she radiated elegance and power. It made his stomach growl as he watched her. He knew she was as ruthless as she was heartless, but he figured he may as well enjoy the time that he had with the queen while he could. He didn't make a comment on the cigarettes as he turned his back on her to get her bath drawn, his lip curling slightly with distaste when she blew the smoke into his face.

At least this would be the only time I don't mind being submissive, he admitted silently to himself. His large hands enveloped the knobs of the elegant bath as he turned it on for her, and he watched her strip out of the corner of his eye. They zeroed in on the pale skin she had in contrast to the dark silks he had picked out and he forced himself to tear his eyes away. "Any preference on what to wear?" he asked, figuring he may as well try to play it on the safe side for her. Or not. Darius rummaged through her closet and his hand stilled on a shimmery dark plum fabric, subtle enough to not notice it unless the light hit it right. He pulled the dress from the closet and then set it to the side to hang up for Dove. "If you don't like it, you always have other options you can choose from," he rumbled, insinuating he wouldn't be picking out the next outfit for her if she didn't like the one he had chosen.

His eyes followed her as she sauntered into the bathroom and took a seat on the toilet, wrapped in a fluffy white towel almost as pale as she, and he silently quirked an eyebrow at her before crossing his arms over his chest, the tendons in his arms turning taunt with the movement. "Anything specific I'll be wearing?" he asked. "If I could get this collar off of me, I think it may help the regal aspect of whatever clothing you had picked out," he bribed. The collar around his neck was making him a little more uncomfortable than he would care to admit, the leather thick and heavy on his collarbones.

— The prince watched unamused as he watched his new pet deflate slightly. Next time just accept what I'm offering,he thought. He watched as she yanked the glass from his hands and he emitted a little growl at her from the aggressiveness. "Without the attitude, Jeannette," he added, over his shoulder as she scurried from the room. It seemed his moments of peace that he got with her out of the room were short-lived and long sought after as she returned in a record ten minutes time. In that time, he had managed to get in a quick shower, his dark hair plastered to his pale skin when he got out. He quickly dressed in more casual clothing, seeing as he would mostly be holed up in his office during the day. When she returned, he huffed, shaking his head slightly as he took the glass from her and downed it like a shot. "If you don't watch your attitude, pup, I won't be requesting you to fetch me the bottles anymore," he threatened, insinuating that she would become his next meal. "Come on, I have some work to do in my office," he said. "I'll get someone to bring you food," he added. As he took a few steps towards the door, he stopped himself and looked at her. "Only if you behave." Without turning back around he lead the she-wolf to his office, expecting her to follow him.

— Ezra stiffened when she called him master. It left a twisted feeling in his stomach and he paused as he gave her a once over, his eyes roaming over the collared girl. He stood silent for a moment. "Don't call me that. If you need to be formal with others around, just say sir. Master is... unnecessary." The prince didn't know why it left a bitter taste in the back of his thorat, but it did. He glanced around them, noticing the male werewolves glaring at her as they walked. He felt himself bristle as he pinned them down with glares, his eyes flashing a bright yellow as he did so. He slowed his pace a little so that Jeanette could walk closer to him. He didn't quite like the looks they were giving her either, and while he knew she was paired with him, he didn't want any of the males giving her issues of any kind. He didn't know how bold they would get if they tried to mess wit her, but he didn't want to risk it.

When they got into his office he stopped and crossed his arms as he looked at her. "If any of those pups lay a hand on you or give you issues, you let me know. Harassment will not be tolerated at all under my watch," he stated, seriously as he looked at her, a flash of worry flickering in his eyes as he made his way to his desk to have a seat in the soft chair. He gestured to the couch that was in his office, motioning for her to sit if she wanted. "I mean it, Jeanette. Anyone at all gives you any trouble, I'll handle them."

— Darius figured the dress he had picked out was good enough for Dove, considering she didn't make a comment about it, and set it so that it was hanging from the closet door, ready for her to dress into when she got out of the bath. His sculpted eyebrow rose slightly, his eyes roaming over her figure in the water as she gestured for him to come closer so she could take his collar off. Finally, he thought. Darius knew that once he went through with his plan to get rid of the queen he would have to do it when not only were they alone, but when the collar was removed (Lord knows what his mates would do if they saw him with it on!). "Thank you," he murmured as she reached up. What he didn't expect was when she gripped him by the collar, and pulled him into the tub.

Water sloshed and splashed onto the marble flooring, and Darius tumbled into the overflowing tub, soaking his clothes and the water splashing up in his face. He spluttered slightly, and through the water dripping into his eyes, he watched as she chucked the collar to the corner of the bathroom. His tail was lashing and his eyes flashed a dark amber as his lion threatened to come to the surface, with her little trick not going over too well with him. A low growl rumbled from Darius' chest, and when he pulled his lips back, both of his canines were about an inch long, baring his teeth at the queen. His growls quieted very slightly when she ran her fingers through his wet hair, now hanging in his face. "No offense, but I'm not as little as you think. Don't forget I am bigger than you, little Dove," he reminded, his voice slightly deeper from the rumbling in his chest. He nearly groaned when she mentioned him only wearing his boxers to the meeting, and he couldn't help but curse mentally. When she told him to scrub her back, he hesitated, his eyes narrowing.

Instead of doing what he was asked, Darius stood from the tub, still fully clothed in the suit they had squeezed him in. Revenge will be sweet, he thought. Carefully, he stepped out of the bath, sloshing more water onto the floor as his clothes stuck to his bulky frame. In as swift of a motion as he could get, he stripped the shirt he wore off and dropped it to the floor, leaving his soaking jeans on. He ran a hand through his wet locks and pinned her with a growl. "Water isn't my forte," he rumbled as he turned his back on her and went to exit the bathroom, with intentions of going to find actual clothes to wear to this meeting with the kings that he now dreaded.

— I'm interested in just about all of them except the twin. If you want, you can start the thread with whatever you choose! If you wanted to do more than one thread with one of those ideas you presented, I'm also more than open to doing multiple threads!!