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Horns sounded and drums beat as a large sedan chair with violet curtains covering everything except the front where one could see Zakia upon his chair. It was lead forward by a group of sixteen men in violet robes wearing masks of grotesques design the marched chanting strange words of prayer. Behind them marched twelve men in violet robes with a overlaying breastplate, their faces concealed behind skeletal masked helms. They carried banners that marked Zakia’s homeland, Mercei in its violet banners holding the strange upside down horned cross in a black silhouette. Behind them five men in black white armored gilded with violet roses on their chest plates with gold trimming on the edges of their plates were his honor guard of knights. As the procession came to the base of the keep Zakia descended the stairs after his servants had laid the sedan down. He came off a cloak of gold on his back which he shed taking it into his hands before carelessly tossing it to the crowd which had formed to see the procession of suitors… after all there was a chance the suitors would give away gifts.. If the princess cared enough about her people she may find charitable acts a boon… if not it wasn’t like he couldn’t get another easy enough. He tightened his gloves as he began to walk towards the keep his men lifted the Sedan chair and moved back down the road, Zakia didn’t want them getting in his way… they were honor guard yes… but they were nobility and he doubted half of them could beat a child let alone someone he would have a difficult time with… it just wasn’t practical to worry about the fools. He idly brushed his hand over the coins he had brought more then enough for himself… probably enough for his entire procession as well which made him smirk slightly. He glanced down to his sword it was more then suitable for killing… maybe not enchanted but crafted well enough to wound anything in his way. He fingered the box in which he carried as a gift to the princess, black obsidian with gold trim and a violet mark of the strange cross his nation was so fond of. He told the guards who he was, Zakia Inquisitor lord and ruler of Mercei after being admitted he quickly found his room he would visit the princess soon… but for now he began to comb his hair and adjust his clothing until everything was perfectly aligned. He wanted to look perfect… in body, soul, and mind and then he’d play his games…