In the distance he can hear a clapping sound in the distance. Adam turns to face the sound and sees 9 figures in hooded black cloaks. They began to encircle Adam with their bows.
"I assume you are members of the same lost tribe?" Adam asks simply. One figure, the leader, stepped forward and took off her hood revealing a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties.
"That is correct. I am Gadreel, Queen of the Lower Depths." She said with a slight curtsy. "And you are Adam, King of the Wandenreich. I have wanted to meet you for some time."
"Could have sent an e-mail... Or a letter" Adam said difficulty.
"True... But I've seen the way you treat entreating royalty" Adam tilted his head to the side. She had a point. There was little chance that he would have met with her, Queen or no.
"Ok, so now you have my attention... what do you want with me?" Adam had a feeling it wasn't going to be an easy request to fulfill.
"What else would a queen want with the world's most eligible bachelor? I want your hand in marriage" Gadreel said coyly. Adam rolled his eyes.
"Did Selena... You know what? Never mind. I'm already engaged" Adam said. Truth be told he had agreed to it but hadn't told anyone yet. It would probably make a lot of people very happy, even if it didn't make Adam happy. Stranger still was the smile on Gadreel's face as if she'd known he was going to say that
"Yeah... About that." She snapped her fingers and two figures that flanked her side pulled off their hood revealing more masked men. One takes a sack out of his cloak and tosses it at Adam's feet. The contents of which spilled out on to the floor. It was the head of his recently betroved. A princess of another Quincy tribe. Her name was Abigail.
1st child of their ailing King who had sought out Adam in the spirit of reunification. They were a small group with a heavy military tradition. Descendants of Atla Kahn that merged with a splinter group out of the old Roman Republic. This was before the move to Constantinople.
Adam did his best to keep his cool and through gritted teeth said, "I refuse"
Gadreel's bodyguards stepped forward but she waved them away. "I'm not asking for your permission. You'll forgive me, but I'm not in the habit of being told no. I take what I want and I want you." A golden hollow mask appears on her face. Adam rolls his eyes. She draws her bow and Adam does the same.
Ooc: I guess I have one more post left here. Thought it would be enough to finish it but so it goes