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"I should have your handsome head on a stake, Selwyn Austaire," Shiabiann hissed between her teeth. It was going to be a costly evening. The angry hordes who needed to sate their appetites were going to tire out her ladies and boys. The repercussions to Shiabiann's ward were going to be irreparable.

"While you were busy attempting to tame the masses perhaps you did not hear Calor Elohan's words," the Magistrate said. A smirk curled up on her lip. "The God-Queen Sarene Iracot has gone against our wishes of her marrying the Knight-Commander. She pronounced Calor Elohan to be her husband." Shiabiann looked at Selwyn expectantly.

"It must be fixed," the woman said, approaching Selwyn as she did so. Shiabiann eyed his body from head to toe, examining every portion of him.

"Such a waste on a lowly virgin girl. When you develop a real taste for women do come pay me a visit," Shiabiann offered before she leaned in toward the man as if to place a kiss on his lips. She stopped at the last inch, smiled her vicious acidic smile, and then turned on her spiked heels.

"Tomorrow morning we will convene to discuss recent events," Shia said with a wave, leaving the courtyard.