Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26288702-20160906033442

Aramark clears the distance from Ibrahim's home to his castle in a matter of minutes. He lands gently on the balcony of his throne room. He looks over his shoulder at his terrifying kingdom and smirks.

Armata:"Nothing seems to have changed...."

He walks inside the room and heads towards a set of big stone doors decorated with two demonic face etched into the stone. His cloak dissipates as he walks to the door, it opens on its own and he steps into the room. Before him lays a large bed with two towering torches on each side, these fire pots bellow a maroon colored flame that tins the dark room in it's color. Armata scans the room, he does not remember a bed being there. Off to his right is a large platform, almost like a stage. There his coffin lay in front of a massive stained glass window, black drapes align either side of the glass, there length to the floor and then some. He takes off his coat and under shirt but is stopped by the sound of voice.

????:"My lord, it is good to see have returned...."

Armata turns to see someone clad in dark armor, their helmet muffing the voice enough that he can't distinguish which his captains it is. However, this particular soldier is somewhat smaller than most his know troops.

Armata:"I know all my captains by sight..., who are you?" He asks, impatience in his voice.

????:"My lord.... it is I.... your "dearest"."

The soldier removes their helm to reveal Deidre. Her face somewhat annoyed.

Deidre:"My lord, you must be malnourished if you forget me. You must have had trifling business to attend to."

Armata smirks and walks up to Deidre, she kneels before him and turns her eyes to the ground. But Armata crouches down to her level and places his hand to her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. He leans in and plants a kiss on her lips and gestures for her to stand. Her face red and the flames that color the room.

Armata:"My apologies, dearest Deidre. Forgive my ignorance, it feels like a millennia has passed sense I last had the pleasure of your company." He says in an alluring voice.

Deidre:"My lord! You need not apolo-" Deidre is cut off as Armata places his finger to her lips.

Armata:"Come, let us join together this evening...."

Armata unbuckled peices of Deidre's armor and slowly guides her to the massive bed that sits at the other end of the room.