Snippet #1690523

JORDAN

From her own personal box, Jordan watched the fight unfold with bright eyes. It was always a joy to see the newest gladiators in the arena. Of course it wasn't because she was thrilled to see what tactics they would come up with to side step danger or how adept they were with their weapons, oh no, it was much more what she say visually that appealed to her. The muscles, sweat, and blood were all very alluring to the princess and this was the prime time to pick out which man, or woman, she wanted as hers to toy with for the time being. To be honest there were quite a few that caught her eye in this group and she had never had a centaur before but goodness would that be exciting.

The moment the minotaur chief was slain a disapproving frown settled across her face, not because she disapproved of the blood or death of the beast oh no but more so because this meant a win for her father which was something she wasn't the least bit pleased about. Oh well, there were still other factions and creatures that resisted him so he wasn't yet all powerful although he certainly liked to believe so. Pushing those thoughts from her mind she once again returned to thinking about the gladiators and who she wished to have. There was the centaur, that large foreign fellow, the dragon man and of course the elf who had shown quite bravery in dispatching not one but two minotaurs. Oh choices, choices, choices! Biting her lip in thought, she rose from her chair as her two guards and two mages followed suit. Her thoughts only stopped when she saw her father and she hurried over to him after plastering a pleasant smile to her face. "Father! Did you enjoy the fight? It seems you did from the look in your eyes. I was wondering, would you mind if I went to take a closer peek at our new gladiators? I thought a hello from the princess would give the poor warriors a boost after such a hard battle." Blackwell looked over to his daughter with a partially raised brow and a knowing look in his eye. He wasn't any fool and knew what his daughter truly wanted but it was honestly of no concern to him. "Why of course my dear. In fact I'm on my there now so feel free to follow me." Returning his daughter's smile his head snapped to the left as he heard Gyre's voice calling out to him. "Sir! I need to speak with ya about the shipment." "Hm, very well I'll be there in a moment Gyre." Looking down at his daughter once more he knew he could at least trust her to relay information to the gladiators in his stead. "My dearest can you inform the gladiator named Dara, he's the dragon born I believe, that he has been named the crowd favorite? Oh, and, give him my congratulations will you?" Yet another charming smile and off he went with Gyre. Jordan smiled for a moment before glaring at his back as she turned and made her way down into the healing room where she patiently waited near a wall for the gladiators.