Rama realized along the line of her precarious fate of getting married to the devil's son, perks came with it. She wouldn't let anyone trample all over her and even though Draco could use Malika as leverage to bend her into submission, she figured she could use the bond to bend him into compliance as well.
Amon who had been paying nominal attention to the conversation and rather more attention to the fragile flower at the other side of the banquet hall, mechanically tilted his head to the side, brows raised with a stunned look.
"You marked her?" Amon queried in disbelief, eyes darting back between Rama and Draco, while Ideria was too stunned to speak. Draco merely glanced at them without a reply.
