Draegon: ::He walks in through the portal with the fallen Ramsay in his arms, he motions to to a couple of men, seeming bulky with muscles, almost tall as Draegon but shorter... around 6'9" in height, as they grab Jorael lightly with simple nods to Draegon, They carry Jorael to a fancy elaborate room and carefully lay him upon the bed::

::The Kingdom is seen with plenty of women, all dressed with beautiful garments, but show more to keep Draegon happy. *hehe* Draegon slides his hands around a familiar woman:: How are you sweety? How is Corbin? ::grins looking towards a couple men standing guard by the bedroom:: Alert me when the Ramsay has 'woken.

::the guards nod standing firmly by the doorway, the only way out of the bedroom except large roomy windows the is only inches from the door::

Jorael: ::groans softly, rolling over on the bed, holding first his head, then reaching down to his neck as he looks around, taking in his surroundings...::

Draegon: ::A guard peers in noticing the Ramsay is waking up, he walks in grabbing the chain:: Come. ::he begins walking, practically dragging Jorael, not waiting for him to catch his balance as he walks out of the room and out to a clear green clearing, he ties the chain to a post, his strength keeping the metal permanently tied:: You will wait for Emperor Draegon here. ::He turns and walks away::

Jorael: ::stumbles after the man, then mutters to himself as the man walks away, looking around:: I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore...

Draegon: ::Draegon chuckles:: Welcome Jorael, ::Jorael notices a group of women around Draegon:: Welcome to my Vast Night Kingdom. ::grins as he sends 2 women to Jorael. they quickly walk to Jorael, sliding their hands around him, getting close to him::

Jorael: ::looks at the two women, then back at Draegon, ignoring them for the most part::

Interesting way you have of inviting people to your home, Lord Draegon.

Draegon: ::The two women begin to undress Jorael::

::Draegon grins at Jorael:: Yes, Yes, Interesting it is. ::chuckles and motions to the women, one runs off, only to return with a wet rag cleaning the blood that was spilled around Jorael's neck::

Jorael: ::frowns, pushing the women's hands away from his clothing, not wanting to get them in trouble, but not wanting to undress either::

::winces ever so slightly at the first touch of the wet cloth, surprised by how tender his neck is::

Draegon: Aw, now now.. you wouldn't want to hurt their feelings now do you? ::he motions with his hand as a guard unties the chain, dragging Jorael once again to the room where he awoke, tying the chain to a bed post, the same 2 women following him in. Draegon stands at the doorway and grins:: Enjoy. ::he turns away as the women continues attempting to remove his clothes::

Jorael: ::glares after Draegon, then continues thwarting their attempts.::

::focuses, reaching out to the two women:: :t: Look, tell you what... Let's not, and say we did, huh?

Draegon: ::They lower their heads, one of them speaks very shyly:: But he will know in time if we are not pregnant... ::she is interrupted by the other girl grabbing her away, whispering:: We should not be telling him these things...

::the first girl speaks again:: But we must bear his child or he will kill us, He has killed before! He has! ::the two girls begin to stifle their sobs and calm returning to Jorael:: Please, we must...

Jorael: ::stares from one to the other::

::shakes his head slowly, denying, but without conviction:: But he must know that there would be no guarantee of a pregnancy... Not from only one union...

Draegon: ::the second woman begins to continue to clean at the blood that seems to continue to bleed, but not much, at Jorael's neck as the first woman speaks:: Did you not hear? You are welcomed for a week. It is to ensure that... well.. you know. ::she blushes:: to ensure it will happen.

Jorael: ::grimaces angrily, looking away, trying to think...::

::looks at the second, more talkative woman:: And the child? Or children? What of them?

Draegon: ::she continues to dab at his sensitive neck:: We will care for the children as they grow up to inherit the kingdom and care for new descendants... why do you ask?

Jorael: ::lowers eyes, licking thoughtfully at the cut on his lip::

Where I come from, such things are considered very important. Family and honor are of utmost concern.

::shakes head slowly, thinking:: He always seems to know our weaknesses and strike there...

::looks up again, searching their beautiful faces, troubled:: To create children... But I can't let you be killed... ::looks down agian:: And from what I've heard, I believe you.

::closes eyes, frowning deeply::

Draegon: ::she leans in and kisses Jorael lightly on his lips:: You are not the only family Draegon has come after...

Jorael: ::starts, eyes flying open to stare at her::

No? Who else? Why?

Draegon: ::the women stare at each other, remaining quiet::

Jorael: ::hisses softly, viciously angry:: I have nothing to gain from this except your lives, and I stand to lose a great deal. You tell me what I want to know, and I will give you what you need.

Draegon: ::the first woman crawls into bed:: We can settle this later, It is night time... I believe we should get some.... rest, tiger. If you know what I mean. ::she smiles softly as her gentle hand carresses your face::

Jorael: ::nods, his face softening somewhat:: Yes. Rest. We can talk later.

::lies down and rolls over, turning his back on her, fighting briefly with the chain as it gets in his way::

Draegon: ::the first woman frowns but she begins to massage his back lightly, slowly coming onto him:: Please, If you give us what we need now... we will tell you later what you want to know..

::the second woman stands up, pulling the curtains closed for privacy and returns to bed with the other two for the night::