Wren went over to the weapons rack and retrieved a short metal bar/baton. "My brother isn't as high and mighty as you peg him to be. He's shared beds with quite a few dames-" "Enough Finton, come at me with all you've got, I guarantee you'll regret showing your face around me again," Wren put her guard up, and got in a stance ready for his attack. "Suite yourself Princess," Finton said as he quickly moved forward to attack.
He readied each of his daggers and moved in for his combination attack. He swung forward with his left hand in an upwards motion, then came across with his body with right hand, and twisted his body to use his weight to knock the other person unsteady. Once he has achieved that, he sweeps their legs from under them and pin them to the floor. His pride and joy was his speed and combination attack, so when he moved towards Wren, he had no doubt that he would fail. Much to his dismay, Wren instantly read his movements and swiftly moved to the side of each of his attacks, staying close enough in range to give the impression he was fast enough to catch her. Within no more than a few seconds, his first attack was over and he was in a crouching position on the floor, facing Wren, with a stupefied look on his face. Wren stood there with her hands to either side of her body and yawned, as if she were bored. Finton's face twisted in anger; he quickly leapt forward with his daggers aimed at Wren's neck. Before he could reach her, Wren avoided his daggers with ease; she lifted her arm and in a quick strike she hit Finton just below his right arm, causing him to hiss in pain and shakily stand up and turn to Wren. "Why aren't you attacking more Princess? Don't tell me you've gone soft?" He said in a mocking tone, which Wren just ignored; "Come at me Finton," she said as she turned to face away from him.
He was getting more mad with every comment, 'Stupid bitch!' he thought to himself after he quickly ran forward going for the lower half of her body to try and tackle her to the ground. Once again, Wren was prepared for his attack and she quickly spun to the side before he could make contact; she then lifted and swung her leg down directly on his back causing him to fall to the floor, *THUD* He groaned as he made his way back to his feet, only to see Wren sitting on the bench taking a drink from her water bottle. "Stop being so passive! Act more like that wretch of a mother and attack me forreal!" Wren immediately darted her eyes in his direction and set down her bottle, "Watch yourself Finton, don't bring the dead into this," she said in a calm tone, but Finton could feel the enormous pressure and low temperature in the air. "Struck a nerve huh? Show me your-" *CLANG THUD* Wren used her speed to reach Finton in a split second, locking her weapon with his and with her momentum, forced him against the wall with a loud thud. *COUGH COUGH* He opened his mouth to speak, but Wren was faster and she grabbed him by his shoulders and twisted her body to pull herself and Finton down, with his body making impact with the floor and hers remaining unharmed. He reached around and locked his arm around her neck keeping the dagger close to her throat, "You see Princess? You ca-" *SMACK* As if what he did, did not phase her, she reached her hand up then quickly and forcefully used the heel of her hand to hit at an upward angle, to his nose. He yelled out in pain and Wren took this time to stand, pushing his arm off of her; with blood dripping down his face he threw the daggers to the floor as he stood and began throwing punches left and right at Wren.
She didn't even bother putting her guard up or blocking his hits, as she evaded his punches with ease. He decided to change his tactics and quickly grabbed onto her shoulders and brought his knee up in the attempts of kneeing her in the stomach. Wren stomped her feet on the floor and used that to project her body upward and she gracefully twisted her body, grabbed his hands, that were on her shoulders, and slammed his body to the floor once again, *THUD* He stayed on the ground wheezing slightly, trying to regain his normal breathing. "D-Does my brother know...that you were *COUGH* going to b-bed me-" *BAM! CRACK!* Finton flinched and stiffened his body, he tried to turn his head enough so the debris wouldn't cut his face, but he wasn't quick enough. Wren swung her legs around her body to hoist herself up and in the same motion made a first and slammed it into the floor with all her might. Causing the wood and rock shards from the punch to hit Finton's face and ear. She punched so close to the side of his head, that his ear was ringing from the sound. She had her body positioned over his torso, but made sure not to touch him. As she felt her anger subsiding, she lifted her first from the ground and saw the large crater she created. Finton didn't dare move, even as she looked him directly in the eyes and put her weight into her other hand that was on his shoulder, causing him to wince from the pain.
"Do not EVER speak of such delusional fantasies. I have never and will never bed trash like you. Trash who left his younger brother to fend for himself once his parents died. Trash who tried to take advantage of a 4 year old's naivety. Trash that only cares to use woman as punching bags and for pleasure. Trash who would gladly sellout his brother and his friends, AGAIN, in order to make a quick profit. If I see your disgusting, delusional, face around again, I won't hesitate to take this up legally and tell Michael all about what you've hid and erased from him. Leave now while I'm feeling merciful." Wren stood up, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. She then walked over to the weapons rack and returned the metal bar calmly as if nothing happened. She looked over to the door and saw Finton's friend quickly scramble up his things and usher the, basically lifeless, Finton out the door. Once they were gone, Wren let out a sigh, "I really didn't want to have to deal with him this soon."
Wren shook her head in efforts to clear her thoughts, and just as she was about to remove her gloves, she felt multiple people's presence at the door. After a few seconds the door opened and she saw 3 people walk inside, 'Son of a...REALLY?!' she thought to herself as she saw the third person enter. She leaned her head slowly to either side of her shoulders to stretch, pulled her arms behind her back, and sighed one last time, before putting a pleasant smile on her face. "Hello! If I had known I would be in the presence of royalty I would have dressed for the occasion My Lady," Wren said with a cheeky smile as she approached Eve with her hand extended in a dramatic manner. Eve giggled, "Oh please, you are such a cheeky girl Madame," She reached out to Wren and the 2 hugged each other, "If I had any idea I would see such a beauty today, I would have at least made myself presentable." Eve said, and Wren broke the hug and looked Eve up and down then raised an eyebrow in confusion, "My Doll, your taste in clothing is impeccable. That dark blue, skin tight, floor length dress, with your cute kitten heels," Wren made Eve do a little twirl in front of her then reached out for her hair, "Such soft and bouncy red hair, beautiful grey eyes, and Doll, don't even get me started about your a-" "If you are done with this ridiculous display, there are others that have yet to be greeted," Claude said with an irritated look on his face.
Wren and Eve rolled their eyes, "But honestly Eve, it has been far to long since we have been able to chat. Have you met with Naya yet?" As Eve opened her mouth to answer, Claude sighed dramatically, "Stop treating her the way you should be treating me. You should be complimenting my amazing jawline, my naturally neat and tidy golden locks and clear blue eyes..." Wren did everything she could to hold back a laugh, 'I'll find you later Doll,' she "said" to Eve who nodded and waved goodbye as she walked outside. While Claude was still talking about his looks Wren looked over to Lord Valen, 'Why the hell is this scum here?' 'Why are you taking such a tone? He is your intended, at least on record. You need to be seen with him to pacify the cour-' 'Ugh fine fine, I'll spend time with him tomorrow. I'm at my limit of pretentious people today, Finton decided to show.' Due to Lord Valen and Wren's similar abilities, they are able to communicate telepathically without expending much of their spiritual energy. Lord Valen nodded and put a hand on Claude's shoulder. "I will ask you to accompany Madame Wren to the terrace for today as she still has duties to complete," he looked over to Wren with a stern look, 'Sorry Valen, I was to eager to spar with you,' she said with a shrug and he smiled slightly. "Then tomorrow, you will both attend lunch together. Claude, I will have Hanako show you to your room for the night. I bid my farewell," Lord Valen said as he nodded his head and left.
"My Dear, could you please make sure to dress-" he looked up and down at Wren's current attire, "Properly for a lunch befitting royalty? I would also like for you to wear your hair down for once, no need to be shy around me. You are gorgeous in your natural state, which will be enhanced with more effort on your part and less-," he looked down at her hands which had dirt and some blood on the knuckles, "Just dress up for your future husband, okay? You can make your way to the terrace on your own correct?" He leaned in to kiss Wren and she immediately put a hand up to cover her mouth, "You are growing far too bold Claude. Wouldn't want to ruin your reputations now would you? I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow," she said with a calm tone as she walked out the doors and in the direction of her room. "Mm, I can't wait to make her mine," Claude said to himself as he went to find Hanako.
As Wren was making her way to her room, she saw Michael walking by and had an idea; she used her abilities to teleport to him, then within the same move, she teleported both of them to the hall just in front of her room; with the quick movements, Michael grabbed Wren by the waist to stabilize himself. "Wh-My Lady, what on earth...W-Why?" 'Why are you looking at me with such a hungry look?' He thought, "I'm sorry Michael, are you busy? I've had *sigh* I really want to spend some time with you..." Wren looked up at him, ignoring that their bodies were nearly pressed against each other. She could feel his body moving with each breath, "I uh-My Lady I," Michael was doing his best to keep his cool but he was loosing the battle. Without waiting for his answer she reached her hand back to open the door to her room, then she ushered Michael inside, while maintaining eye contact, and closed the door behind them. "W-Wren, what are you-" She put her finger to his mouth to shush him, then gently pushed him down to where he was sitting on the bed. "Will you help me Michael?" she asked as she sat next to him.
"What d-do you-" Wren locked her lips with his, at the same time she leaned forward and used her body to carefully push him down onto the bed. His eyes opened wide in shock as she straddled his body, "Ha...My Lady..." Wren looked down at him with a slight blush on her cheeks, He couldn't resist, he reached his hand up and tangled his fingers through her hair while his other hand gripped her waist. They were both getting lost in the kisses, becoming breathless, their hands exploring each others bodies, 'Mm, I want more,' he thought to himself. He grabbed her body and flipped them over on the bed so he could have control. Wren smiled up at him and wrapped her legs around his own, 'This feels so good,' she thought as she pressed her body against his then continued their kissing. "W-Wren can I-" *KNOCK KNOCK!* his hands were at the hem of her shirt, but he froze when he heard the knock. Wren closed her eyes, "You have got to be fu-*sigh* Who is it?!" She asked angrily with Michael still frozen in his place. "Your presence is requested immediately at the council-" "Leave!" The person at the door heard the anger in her voice and scurried away, 'Such bullshit...' Wren looked up at Michael, "I am sorry My Lady, I-" he quickly tried to get off, but Wren wrapped her arms around his shoulders before he could, and kissed him on the lips, "I'm sorry we can't continue this. Feel free to...collect yourself here, you can just leave when you are done. I'll make this up to you...soon," she kissed him quickly on the cheek and got off the bed, adjusted her clothes slightly, and left the room. Michael sat on the bed dumbfounded, "Wow..."