Rhys stretched, his arms pressing against the wall above his bed as he woke to the vibrant sunlight. Before he could move, a small figure pounced upon his stomach and growled. The hyena was small and still needed him to be there most of the time. It hadnt been long ago that he had been forced to watch the mother pass due to complications, and there was no way that he could let the cub pass. He plucked the little female from his torso and lifted her into the air, laughing softly at her chorus of cackles and growls at the vulnerable position. She was definitely more sassy than her father.

"You are going to need a name soon, young lady." He crooned as he sat up and cuddled the cub to his bare chest. She cackled in agreement, her thoughts not yet formed enough for them to speak as he did with the adults of the pack. Getting to his feet, he paced toward the room in his home that was for her. "Allow me to dress and I will get you breakfast, Princess." He smiled as he set her down inside and closed the half door so that she was contained.

Amid her complaints, he laughed and walked back into his own room to throw on clothes. He would be changing into more formal clothing once the cub was fed. Heading to the kitchen, he gathered her breakfast of raw meats and warmed them slightly to take the chill from the refrigerator out of the meat. She definitely didnt need cooked meat, but she was particular about if the meat was cold or not. Little imp.

As he paced back to the hyena room, he listened to the irritated calls from the tiny cub. "I am coming, Mpenzi!" He called, his voice laced with false exasperation. The word slipped from his lips without thought and he felt the excitement in her mind at the name. "I take it you like that one... Little Mpenzi, my little love." He cooed as he let himself in and began the process of feeding the orphan cub. Well... semi orphan. Her father was very much alive, though he wasnt truly aware of the cubs yet. When the little female had finished her meal, she curled on his lap and quickly drifted to sleep. Those moments made him smile and made the entire world feel like it had stopped. Almost like how he felt with Caelum... It hadnt been long since they had met, since they had decided that they would go forward with the betrothal.

The thought of his queen had him checking his watch and he swore lightly. The meeting with the courts was to take place in just over an hour! Carefully moving Mpenzi to her bed, he slipped from the room and rushed through a shower. He took special care to dress the part of the dark prince that the world expected, wearing a suit of ebony and a button up shirt of the deepest gray. Colors that were reminiscent of his control over shadows. Diamond cuff-links were the stars in his darkness. Moving back to the bathroom, he made sure he was put together like was expected. He dismissed the crown that was expected, since his father knew better than to expect Rhys to listen to direct orders like that.

After one last check on the cub, he locked up his home and sighed at the waiting car. Of course... His father wanted to be certain that the prince was at the meeting. Rolling his eyes, he slid into the back seat with graceful movements and watched as the city sped by.  They pulled up to the restaurant and he slid out before the driver could open the door for him. Striding inside, he straightened his jacket and mentally prepared himself for what was to come. The courts had no idea that the pair had met already, let alone that they were both more than willing to continue forward. His parents expected it to be a battle, no doubt hers did as well.

"Ah... My errant son has deigned to appear. And without his crown as usual." The dry drawl of his father's voice made him tense and Rhys turned to face the current King of the Elves. Rhysand forced himself to bow to the monarch and stay civil. "King Feanor. You are looking well." He spoke perfectly politely, not wanting to cause more strife on himself than necessary.

"Proper greeting... Perhaps this place was a good idea after all." Rhys managed to hold in the snarl that tried to escape, his seafoam eyes instead turning to the dark haired beauty at his father's side. "Mother... You look beautiful." He beamed as he embraced the queen. Rhys adored his mother and was not afraid to make sure that she knew it.

"Rhysand! You look so handsome." The dark elf cooed as she placed a cool hand on Rhys's cheek. Withdrawing, she pulled a small box from a hidden pocket in her dress and pressed it into her son's hands. She smiled and winked before allowing King Feanor to lead her inside. In the moment of quiet, Rhys opened the box and smiled. The ring within was stunning and Syn's help had been beyond expectation. The silver band had been trimmed to make it thinner and more delicate, the original diamond taken from a large and rather gaudy emerald cut to a much smaller heart cut. Along the band, stretching away from the diamond, were 6 small oval stones, three on each side. They were hematite, malachite, and rose quartz, followed by the center diamond and then followed by cherry quartz, green jade, and a black diamond. Every stone had a meaning and a reason behind the choice.

Leaning against the wall, he watched court members file in and waited to see if she would even notice him standing there...

@caelumknoxx
"Rhys Sass"
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Notes: Hematite = Optimism, courage, stability; Malachite = Purity, protection, happiness; Rose Quartz = Love, harmony, positivity; Cherry Quartz = Love, comfort, peace; Green Jade = Serenity, wisdom, power; Black Diamond = Perfection, strength, creativity

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[attr="class","bhs"] [attr="class","bhsquot1"]Blue Canary in the [attr="class","bhsquot2"]Outlet by the Lightswitch , [attr="class","bhstext"]Caelum snapped her phone shut with an annoyed roll of her eyes, cutting off her father's rant of how she needed to look presentable for the meeting. Oberon's version of presentable and her version was vastly different, and she was secretly looking forward to the reaction the courts would have when they saw her clothing choice. The half-fae, half-elf Summer Court Queen stared at her reflection, smirking slightly as she brushed ivory hair from her stormy blue eyes, the tips of pointed ears peeking out between strands of her hair, as her iridescent wings fluttered behind her. The smirk fell slightly as she breathed out a soft sigh, and with that breath, her features, particularly her face, seemed to shiver, replaced with a normal, more fae-ish appearance. Her face smoothed out, curving out more and losing the slight sharpness to her jaw, her cheekbones, instead, her skin turned rosy, and her lines round as was expected of the fae. Her skin and hair darkened from their pale tones, her skin a few shades lighter than olive, her hair darkening to a soft blonde. And those pointed ears that had left Rhys speechless rounded back to what anyone would assume normal for a fae. Another day of hiding herself. Another day of the night really being Caelum. Sitting down at her vanity, she chooses to not focus on the fact, and instead grabbed the tubs of hair dye she'd prepared just for this venture. She imagined she'd have to lift Rhys's jaw off the ground when she showed up, but it was time to re-remind the Court why they shouldn't bother giving her orders. Presentable huh, well present this. Gloves covered her fingers, and soon dark magenta and onyx streaks were being dyed into her pale hair (although she'd briefly dropped the glamour applied to hair to ensure that she had the right consistency of both for her natural ivory locks), and nearly forty-five minutes later, she'd stepped out of her shower, and glanced in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction to the dark strands that the Court called her 'rebellious stage' marring the blonde locks. Life was less fun without a bit of an edge, so why not edge it up? She moved to her closet, where her gown for the meeting hung, and shimmied into it (a touch awkwardly at a few moments) and zipping it up the back. The deep magenta gown clung to her features before flaring out high on her thighs to allow her to move easily. The dark beaded work and chiffon layers would blend in with her dark accessories, as she combed her hair out, and artfully pinned it out of her face with a headband positioned just right to appear mature rather than childish. Two sets of earrings went on next, followed by a series of bracelets on her right wrist. Tiana's necklace hung down, the pendant moved briefly to a classier necklace that had Tiana's soul pulsating with admiration, and on a silver chain, kept equally out of sight, was the necklace she wore for Rhys. Sitting down at the vanity once more, the fae applied her make up, darkening her eyes and lips and grinning at her reflection, eager to see her father's later heart attack, or perhaps the council would have a heart attack - a convenient way to get rid of them. She finally stood, gathering her last-minute items as she slipped into her heels. Her jacket was pulled on, purse over her shoulders, sunglasses in place, and the diamond tiara worn in a circlet style rested upon her forehead, pinned into place with magic to guarantee it's holding. She had refused a proper crown early on, but the dainty circlet she didn't mind as much. She finally left her room, wings fluttering and leaving a faint trail of iridescent fairy dust behind her as she made her way to where her mother was waiting with a small guard of armed fae soldiers. "Mother." The queen greeted, kissing her mother's cheek as the elf smiled in delight at her daughter's appearance. Darling, please try not to give your father a heart attack, yes? She mused, before shooing her daughter out, half of the soldier's following after the new queen, while a small group stayed with the former queen, a constant guard to ensure the Oberon's wife's safety should she be spotted by anyone not aware of her presence (which was near everyone). The guard followed her to the restaurant that the 'first meeting' was supposed to take place, and already her heart was hammering with excitement over the promise of seeing Rhys again, though she hid the reaction well. She landed soon, dropping to the ground in front of her waiting father. His lips pursed as he stared down at his daughter, his expression thunderous over her dark appearance, You look dark. He commented dryly, and Caelum's eyes flashed briefly, as she nodded to the sneering council, "Giving the Council what they're expecting father. A demon's whore." She responded with faux sweetness, her gaze steeling as she stared the council down even as her father flinched at the title, turning to turn his own glare onto the council before motioning her forward, and with the Queen in the lead, the fae court started their walk towards the restaurant proper. Caelum could see elves pausing at the progress, a few staring in shock at the appearance of the new Queen, not that it surprised the maiden. They should have believed the stories about her wild streak. She did court with a demon after all, and now she engaged to their dark Prince. Her father walked at her side, and a few guards hovered in the air protectively, weapons at the ready, devoted to the Queen who ruled with passion and had won the hearts of her people when she was still a naive child running the forests with Arson. She was truly the people's queen, and her soldiers' wouldn't risk her harm. But Caelum wasn't paying any attention to any of the faes around her, or the elves now starting to whisper. No, her gaze was on the shadows, watching for a hint, a glint of Rhys. Her gaze missed him the first time, but only for a few seconds, and when she did refocus her attention, it took all her self control not to smile and give away the fact they'd already met. Instead, she met his gaze, and winked once, her gaze darkening playfully as she glanced at him up and down, before allowing her father to steer her inside before she could even think of a way to say something to her future King. Rather unfortunate, she wouldn't have minded letting him pin her to the wall he'd been leaning against, he definitely was looking the part of a rogue tonight. Her father motioned her forward, and her gaze soon locked onto Rhys's parents, as her father took the lead, grabbing her elbow as if worried she'd bolt. King Feanor, Caelum's gaze traveled over her elf's father, though she kept her features schooled into a respectful expression, my Lady, Her father greeted, nodding to the pair, before drawing his attention to Caelum,Allow me to introduce my daughter, Her Majesty, Lady of the Fae, Queen of the Unified Courts, the Light of the Summer, Queen Caelum Knoxx. Caelum forced herself not to sneer at the titles that had been bestowed upon her proper crowning, hating the majority of them (Light of the Summer wasn't too bad, and she was proud of her Summer Court ties). Instead, the Queen bowed her head respectfully, one ruler to another. "Greetings, I thank you both for allowing this meeting." She spoke regally (after her father had elbowed her in the side), "It's a pleasure to meet you both, although . . . for such . . . interesting circumstances." She stated calmly, careful not to let any emotion enter the tone, both to play the part she and Rhys had decided upon. Their goal was to surprise the courts, and as he was still outside, it looked like she'd have to play up the game. "Has your . . . son . . . not joined us?" She asked innocently, not letting onto the fact she'd seen him outside. Her father had cut her a sharp look before motioning that everyone should take their seats, Let's get comfortable while we wait, shall we. I'm sure we're still waiting on a handful? He suggested, as he watched the council take their seats and shooting his daughter a look when she'd briefly sneered at one of the council members who'd been glaring at her. Caelum. Sit. He hissed briefly, pulling out her chair for her and practically pushing her down, ignoring her squeak of alarm at the rougher treatment than normal. He must be worried she'd take off. Once she was seated, her father remained behind her, one hand firmly on her shoulder as if to keep her in place, addressing the Royal Elves again, I apologize for my wife, Caelum's mother's absence, she's feeling rather under the weather today. He stated as if he hadn't just acted in a ridiculous manner before the elves. Caelum's expression was starting to grow more murderous at the way she'd been manhandled, and her disrespect it showed her before fellow monarchs. She shook her father's hand off her shoulder, only for it to return, gripping just a bit tighter as if worried the action was leading into her running away, and Caelum was starting to worry for her father's safety if he didn't loosen the rough grip before Rhys joined them inside. Her father's hovering and mannerisms were bothering her, but to the elf, she knew he wouldn't tolerate the disrespect, nor rough treatment of her for one moment, "Father." Caelum grumbled, shaking his hand off for a second time only for her father to turn his glare on her, silencing her almost immediately in surprise, before he schooled his features, lowering his head to her level and whispering softly so only she would hear, You will sit quietly and let me do the talking. So help me, if you ruin this potential betrothal, I'll lock you in the castle for a month. No visitors, no visits, no zoo, no gardens. Do I make myself clear? You may be Queen, but I am still your father. So sit there, look pretty and keep your mouth shut unless I say otherwise. Caelum blinked in surprise, her mouth dropping open and a horrified flush crossing her features. Her mother should be here, clearly, her father was expecting her to make it go south, but that threat was too much, even from him, and already he was putting on a smile, acting as if he hadn't just threatened his daughter into obedience. Yes, Caelum wanted her mother (and Rhys) with her right this moment, and was starting to worry if it would be her father that would lead this union to go south. After all, she and Rhys were already happy to keep moving forward. It was her father who she was about to slaughter. 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Rhys couldnt help the smirk at her appearance, his eyes drawn to the changes. He dipped his head a fraction in response to her wink, but otherwise played the bored prince. Rolling his shoulders, he waited for the entourage to pass. As she was introduced, he kept an ear on the words that were spoken. Her titles were definitely nothing to scoff at, 'Light of the Summer' making him smile as he remembered her being the light in his shadows. 'Has your son not joined us?' A soft chuckled escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his ebony hair and entered the room.

At the sight of her father pushing her into a chair, he glowered and had to pause for a moment to retain the royal facade. He would not be expected to sit beside her, though that was where he wanted to be... and the last place he wanted her father to be. Lifting his chin and shooting the male a dark look, he stepped into sight and rested his hip against the table.

"Your majesty." He crooned, dipping into a low, respectful bow in Cael's direction. He was going to make that male pay for touching her. She was not some pretty bauble that could be placed on a shelf. The glint in her own eyes mirrored his and he wished they could speak telepathically. He wanted to speak to her without these obnoxious people hearing in.

"While I appreciate the courts for their willingness to take part in these discussions... I will remind you that you are touching your Queen with enough force to leave marks on her skin. Last I checked, she is also to be my betrothed and the future Queen of my courts. With that in mind, I will respectfully ask that you leave your hands. off. of. her." He was seething, his voice echoing the shadows that were starting to flicker in the corners of the room. It was all he could do to maintain control of said power. Rhys's usually seafoam green eyes had darkened to emerald and he was beginning to look rather murderous as he stared down the former King of the fae.

The power play of fury was more than met the eye. He was truly ready to leap and remove that hand... permanently... However, he figured that would reflect badly on the discussions and the future that he and Cael had discussed. And Rhys was loathe to do anything that might possibly ruin that. Closing his eyes for a moment while he fought with himself, he took a deep breath. Looking back at Cael, he felt some of the rage slip away. Striding forward, he slid between his queen and her father, dipping down to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. While he did, he slipped the ring on her finger to show the courts that he was completely serious about this betrothal and would not listen to any words against it.

@caelumknoxx
"Rhys Sass"
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[attr="class","bhs"] [attr="class","bhsquot1"]Blue Canary in the [attr="class","bhsquot2"]Outlet by the Lightswitch , [attr="class","bhstext"]There was a unique thrill, a feeling of almost sneaking around at the silent exchange of acknowledgement shared between herself and her future king. The flirtatious wink, his returned smirk and dip of his head. Neither spoke, neither met, they played the parts that they had to for the moment. Of course, that didn't make her list of titles at the formal introduction any more annoying to listen through, and briefly she met his eyes again to playfully roll her own at the list that was spoken before she played ignorant to whom her betrothed was. Her playfulness in the situation was short lived however as her father pushed her into a chair, startling the queen even as her eyes narrowed and her wings shifted with an annoyed buzz. Rhys's arrival couldn't have been better as he stepped forward, and her angered expression melted faintly as he leaned to the table and shot her father a dark look even as he gave her a respectful bow. She mirrored the motion with a gentle dip of her head from her seated position (only after she'd been shoved back down in her chair when she'd attempted to rise to great the prince). She could see the fire in her darker half's eyes, and in that brief moment, she'd fidgeted a wing, letting that soft membrane brush against his wrist, leaving a faint sparkle of fairy dust against his skin, as she tried to reassure that while unhappy, she was unharmed. It didn't stop her future king from rising up in defense however, his voice low, shadows flickering in tune with his somber, barely controlled anger. It wasn't until his expression turned murderous that she broke character enough to gently place her hand over his, a brief squeeze to draw his attention to her, "Caution, Rhys . . ." her words were a breath in the air, meant for his ears only, the magic of the word distorting it so others wouldn't hear it for more than a surprised breath. It did seem enough for him to look back towards her though, before he strode further, pushing between her and her father. Her lips quirked as he kissed her knuckles, before startling at the touch of something upon her finger, instantly raising her hand to see the ring sitting there. Her eyes brightened, before looking up at Rhys, her expression softening and her smile turning sweeter. The brief exchange of glances was just that - brief - before she put her mask back into place, but not before gently pulling on his hand for him to take the seat her side, in a further display of her acceptance to the betrothal as well, her eyes narrowing onto the council who seemed to be ill-set at the casual display of acceptance from the two wayward charges of the kingdoms, "Now, I believe we are here to actually discuss this bethrothal, a betrothal both myself and your prince are willing to accept." Her voice carried the power of a Queen who knew she had her entire race behind her, supporting her. And even as her father went to speak up over her, her eyes had flashed with power, and for a brief moment, a hint of her mother's tutelage showed in the brightening of her eyes to a more elven tint, silently reminding her father she was far more powerful than he. The moment passed quickly and she returned her attention to the courts. "What we must accomplish now is discussing the plans moving forward for this union, and what it will mean for not just my kingdom, and yours, but what the future will look like when our kingdoms become one." Her gaze moved towards Rhys then, a smile touching her lips as she briefly dipped her head for him to take over the discussions with any of his thoughts, as she added, "Unfortunately, where my council assumed I would be walking into this betrothal meeting blind and unawares, this is not the case, and to be frank . . . my future king and I have already begun discussing some of the very aspects of what we want this merged kingdom to represent." The briefly whispering council seemed to freeze, many of the fae shifting nervously and avoiding her eyes, even as she stared down some of the council that caused her the most problems. "We have no intentions of making one species subservient to the other, and instead want to see a united kingdom where our people can live in harmony. No more war, no more anger, no more hatred and raids. For this to work, we must all unite and lead by example that our people are two sides of the same coin and can live together, happily." She paused, her gaze shifting to Rhys more fully, a smile tugging at her lips, "I'll proudly do my duty to prove that to our people, and lead by example that not only can the fae and elves be friends, but they can marry without conflict as well." [attr="class","bhsnotess"] [attr="class","bhsimg"] [attr="class","bhsnotes"]Tag @rhysandadamdrake [break]Words ### [break]Notes Now stop yelling at me!!! [break]Outfit Clickie!

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Yep... This little imp had him completely wrapped around her fingers. As they played their game, he couldnt push away the desire to speak to her fully. To hear her teasing words, to ask her questions. All he wanted was to disappear from the courts so they could be together with no interference. A low snarl that would have rivaled most predators escaped his lips, low enough that only she could have a chance to hear it. The elven Prince hated the politics of the court and their scheming.

The dip of her head was a balm against his fury, her attention allowing him to maintain a touch more control. The touch of her wing made him fight back a smile, carefully keeping his angry mask whole. He mouthed a quick thanks, making sure she was the only one that saw it. Oh how he wanted to hear her thoughts so that he could know exactly what she was feeling and thinking. A momentary thought came to him and he raised an eyebrow at the fae Queen. Perhaps he could get her a small predatory pet... a snake or something... that she could speak to and pass messages to him through. The idea had merit, but at the same time, he was loathe to allow anything that could harm her to be close enough for the chance. The hyena pack was one thing, mostly because he had a nearly unbreakable bond with the trio and knew they would not harm her. An outside predator was something that he would have to remind multiple times to leave her untouched. A slight frown colored his features as he pushed the thoughts away and focused back on the meeting at hand.

The former fae King was wise to keep his mouth shut. One word could have broken his fragile control. Caelum's words were a soft whisper, something meant for him and he felt his heart leap at his name on her lips. Smirking slightly, he gave her a look that spoke volumes about his liking her saying his name. A look that promised many more reasons for it. Once again, he wished that the mating bond was a true thing rather than the fairy tale that it had become. He wasnt sure what all it included anymore, though there were rumors of being able to speak telepathically with it. Nothing that could be confirmed of course, since there were currently no pairs with the bond, at least none that allowed it to be known. "Only for you, mi cielito." Rhys murmured back, carefully keeping the tone to safe limits for just her ears.

Her expression at the sight of the ring made his heart soar and he dipped his head slightly to hide the smile that cracked his courtly facade. Taking the seat that his Queen demanded, he sat regally and stared down the courts, eyes stopping on his father's disgusted face. He would be hearing from the current king and it would not be good. King Feanor saw no reason for frilly romance, hated that Rhys was not his clone. The presenting of the ring would have the king seething. Particularly since he had no idea that Rhys had the ring to begin with. The adjustments to it had been done solely through his mother. Before his father could open his mouth, his mother placed a hand on his arm and whispered something into his ear that had the king raising his head and looking down his nose at the betrothed pair.

"Queen Caelum is correct." He answered his queen with pride shining in his eyes when he glanced at her. His words stressed her title and made sure that the courts knew he would not tolerate anyone looking down on her. "While this arrangement was initially made to try to pull one court into service," His seafoam eyes cut straight to his father before relaxing to look at each being in the room. "Caelum and I are in agreement that we need to be unified. While I appreciate that we each have a throne that we are expected to rule from, we have been discussing the idea of a new throne, a new palace to rule from. One that is built on neutral ground and able to be a place to move forward from. I have reached out to a few contractors to begin to draw up drafts for the layout, and Caelum and I will be deciding where to place this new estate. This is but one decision that will be made regarding the next steps for our courts." He stated, his eyes resting on her beautiful face as he let the announcement sink in.

"Over my dead body... You will rule from my throne!' King Feanor roared, springing to his feet. Rhysand stood in a heartbeat, eyes murderous once again as he stared down his father.

"King Feanor. You have stated that my coronation will not happen until the day of my wedding to the Queen beside me. I believe that you are not thinking about what is best for our kingdom, rather that you are thinking what is best for you as a person." Rhys seethed as he placed both hands on the table before him and stared at his father. "Regardless of your intentions with this betrothal, you can clearly see that it has been accepted and as such can not be broken by our laws." He reminded the high fae king, glancing at his mother to make sure that she was not in danger of his father's outburst.

"Due to the binding nature of the contract, as well as the fact that the Queen and I find ourselves unwilling to argue the betrothal, I would argue that this is as close to being fully married as we can get without the vows. Do not make me petition the court for the right to take my place as king now." Rhys stated, his eyes narrowed on his father as he sat back down to allow the current king to look like the ass that he was. Without thought, he took Cael's hand and pressed a kiss to the side of her wrist. It was as close to an apology for the outburst as he would allow in the company that they held. If she could sense his emotions, read his feelings, they would be a maelstrom of regret, pain, fury, and love. Unfortunately, he was not sure that they would ever gain that mating bond that he had grown up hearing about.

After a deep breath, Rhys continued speaking. "While the marriage is a thing of duty for my court, I accepted the betrothal out of genuine desire. I desire to make my court, my kingdom, better for all that reside within it. I desire to make this woman beside me the happiest being in the world. I desire to end the petty wars that are slowly destroying both races." His words were powerful and eloquent, though there was a slight undercurrent of anger still directed at the king across the table. He looked at Caelum, eyes meeting hers as he felt the emotions drift away and a sense of light come from her nearness. "Is there anything you would like to add, my lady?" He asked, eyes once again conveying a message. This time, regret and frustration colored the apology that was simmering in his eyes. He hated that they couldnt speak as they had in the zoo.

@caelumknoxx
"Rhys Sass"
Words: 1200+
Notes: Um... Apparently Rhys + his father = very very bad situations...

[Forgive the lack of a code - desperate post, desperate measures]

Caelum glanced briefly towards the eleven prince, the low snarl hissing through his lips more than enough to let her know how close to his tolerance level he was at. And they hadn't even begun the meeting really. I made for a promise of quite the fun later on. The fae queen allowed the small brief touches, innocent and easily overlooked to remind him that she was here for him, that no matter what they would be united come hell or high water. Of course, her father was going to press his luck in many different manners, if they didn't make the King aware that he was no longer in charge. Thankfully the whisper of Rhys's name was all that was needed to keep the elf in place, although the look he shot her, the slight smirk, almost took her breath away. A faint flush stole across her features, hidden behind the glamour except for the faintest hint of hue change as she forced her gaze forward, and not for the first time since this meeting began she was silently wishing they could have be anywhere but here, able to speak comfortably - to be themselves. His words in return had the slight tension of her shoulders relaxing, but rather than risk another glance at them, her magic responded instead, the warmth of summer folding around him like a hug, carrying the scent of honeysuckle and fresh grass with it, the laughter and light of the season, her season. Just as quickly, the magic faded before anyone else could pick up on it.

The ring, however, almost led to her jumping the male where he sat and kissing him silly, but appearances had to be kept, even as he took the seat at her side, where he belonged, just as she would always stand beside him. The Elf King's reaction wasn't too pleased by their display, but Caelum was hardly bothered by it. Not when she had Rhys by her side. Her title from his mouth surprised her, but she smiled for him to continue, thrilled that they could be settling the matter of what they would do with their kingdom. The mention of a new thrown, a new palace on neutral ground however seemed to be a step too far for the Elven king, not that it helped when Rhys immediately met the man head for head.

Caelum slowly stood up beside her future king, setting a hand over his own, gently lacing their fingers together and squeezing in a show of support, however she wasn't to sit quietly either. Her eyes locked onto her future father in law, and when she did, she didn't hesitate to let the control of her power go, more so than she had previously in Rhys's country. The room was filled with the smells and scents of summer, the breeze that would waft through to chase the heat away, the warm on the skin, the very essence of the season. She wasn't called the Light of Summer for any old reason. In old times, her seat RULED the season, and that wasn't adding in the heightened power of the elf and fae blood circulating her veins. This time as she spoke, her voice wasn't fully her own, but instead was weighed heavy by the very season she was taken by. "King Feanor, if We may." Instantly the entire fae council was sitting up, the moment the royal 'We' had been used by their queen, "While it may be debatable as to where you're 'best interests' lie, I can assure, We are prepared to do what We must for Our people. With Our Future King at Our side, the kingdoms will be united, as as such, We will not let anyone else dictate what they think would be best. A union of this magnitude has not been attempted on the supernatural populace ever, there is no precedent for how it can be handled. But, We look towards even the human race - who has successfully enacted such a merger, where they had created a new central palace. We have no intentions of worrying about whose race is better, as we intend to unify, not villianify one species over the other. Elves and Fae are both cut of the same cloth, children of the Earth." She paused briefly, before casually throwing out a wild card not even Rhys was aware she had, "Infact, I have the reincarnation of the Goddess La Pachamama on speed dial, I'd be happy to call up the Earth deity and get her take on the situation if it helps settle your thoughts." She sat down primly, even as the summer warmth danced across her skin, her people relaxing more and more amongst the natural element of her Court, "To make it simple, we, Rhysand and myself, aren't asking for anyone's permission - we are informing the plans we will be enacting. Your acceptance to this plan will merely dictate if you're still King when we put it into effect, or if Rhysand has to take your place first." Her head tilted to the side, and as it did, her hair briefly shifted hues, whitening against her fair skin, and she smiled sweetly at her future father in law, "We'd rather everyone work together, we'd hate to have to cast out family so early in this union."

Where some fought with their fists, Caelum dealt her words as weapons, letting her power display and her voice draw the sword and make the wounds. If it meant standing up to this tyrant to make sure the future she and Rhys had planned happened - so be it. If he was hoping for some weak and meek fae Queen that he could lead his son into walking over, then he really chose wrong. Caelum was an equal, a partner, and she had no intention of just sitting by quietly while all of this happened. Her power did reign in at the touch of Rhys's hand to hers, and the kiss to her wrist had her smiling, as summer dwindled, and the power was released back into the earth. She let her wings relax, draping one against his back to allow the contact to be prolonged, accepting his apology for the outburst, as well as reminding him she was always at his side. Rhys continued then, speaking of marriage as the duty, but informing the courts that the betrothal was accepted beyond that, desired. She practically melted at his words, and once more had to restrain herself from fully showing him just how happy his devotion made her. His eyes met hers, and she felt like she was being swallowed by those emotions she saw there, the anger at his father, the love for her, the apology. She smiled softly, warmly, a silent promise there was nothing that needed to be forgiven. She was about to speak up again, when her father seemed to think now was the best time to open his mouth.

This is preposterous. The fae and elves won't go along with it. That's not how it works, and you'll soon realize that yourself, daughter. Such unions as you're suggesting don't just form over night. Caelum was on her feet before she even realized what she was doing, and as she stared down at her father, her features shifted as her expression turned dark, her eyes narrowing, "I'm sorry father, I'm confused. Such unions - they're preposterous you say? I wasn't aware you marriage to my mother was so far fetched. Is mother aware that your relationship is a sham?" Her voice was cold, borderline cruel, and the closest in a long time that she'd come to losing control near her father. But damn if she wasn't going to defend what she and Rhys had. "You say our plans will fail, no elf and no fae would join together? Then how was I conceived?" The room fell to a hush at those words. "You always kept mother locked in the castle. You make me wear my glamour in public. It's not for our safety, is it father? Are you ashamed of mother?" This time the flash of her identity wasn't a flash. The glamour faded away in a flash of elven light, her hair ivory and free flowing, cheekbones more aristocratic, the pointed tips of her ears peeking out from her hair. Her eyes were almost white with her anger. She ignored the gasps from her Court, her attention instead on her father as he seemed to shrink in his chair.

She moved forward, towards the man, "You are no longer King, and your views are of no help to this meeting. You, yourself, are contradictory to your statements. You MARRIED and elf. You conceived a-" half breed. She flinched at her father's word, blinking back in surprise, before her face twisted into an expression she'd learned from Trey's demon side, her eyes flashing angrily, "Mother and I prefer the term hybrid, if you must. Half breed is derogatory. But I degrees. I'm the Light of Summer, father. Didn't you ever wonder why mother changed the words? However queen before me was the Lady of Summer? I'm not just the embodiment of Summer, Father. I'm Light." At her words, her power loosened form her body briefly letting her shine with her words, even as her magic immediately reached towards her mate at the table, her opposite, the darkness and shadows. Her magic tangled with his, coaxing it into playing into her display, as she silently grabbed Rhys's hand - partially to bring herself back under control, and to show this union as the ideal match it is, "But, what Father, goes hand and hand, with Light?" At her words her magic pulled at Rhys's to plummet the entire restaurant into darkness, her own magic amplifying his, sharing her strength to deepen the shadows into pitch black, even as she allowed enough light to remain to illuminate their forms, hands clasped, "Darkness, Father. You seem to not understand just what Rhys and I are capable of." Her words softened, turning towards the elf, her expression warming up, looking up at him with her real face for the first time since they parted ways at the zoo, "We can lead our people to a successful combined Kingdom, because I am proof that the fae and elves don't need to be enemies." She looked back to her father, even as she stepped to Rhys's side and in a public display of affection, wrapped her arms around him, and lay her head against his chest, relaxing and letting the magic dispel, "You foolishly thought, you all did, that this union would be nothing more than a means to control the other race.

"But we know that we can have it better than that. We are offering everyone the chance to work together, to work with us while we bring our people into a better future. It's not about the fae, or the elves. But our combined races, We are all children of the Earth. We all borrow her energy, live our lives by her grace. We aren't different, and we aren't asking the impossible." Her head tilted up, smiling beautifully up at her future King, "Rhysand and I are opposites, Light and Dark, but that is what will make us capable of accomplishing this venture. You can't have one without the other. Light needs Dark, just as Dark needs Light." Her gaze swept back to the silenced council, and her gaze turned warm but proud, "We are perfectly balanced. You arranged this marriage for me in hopes of someone who would control me, you can't deny that fact. But instead, you quite literally throw me into the open arms of my mate. When it comes to what we can accomplish together, there will be nothing that can get in our ways. So instead of fighting about who should be in charge, join us in welcoming our Kingdom, our COMBINED Kingdom into a new life. Because Rhys and I won't give this up with out a fight, and if you really want to try to fight it out against us be prepared to lose." Her gaze returned to her father who was now staring at the table, "And daddy . . . I'll be informing mother of your words today." Her smile was innocent, even as her father paled further.

Rhys watched the slightest play of color over her features and nearly groaned. Why did they have to be in this stupid meeting? All of the things racing through his head would not be appropriate for such company. The warmth of her magic allowed him to regain his composure and the mask that he forced himself to wear in the face of his people. And oh how he hated the need for it, the fact that he could not be his true self outside of the hyena enclosure at the zoo. Not even in his previous relationships had he allowed that mask to fall. Something about the queen beside him wiped away the mask and let his true self shine through.

The outburst from his father had him poised to make good of his threat and he shot a glance at the members of his family's council. The highest ranking members from the enclave were there and more than a few were shooting shocked glances at their current king. It would be easier than he realized to overthrow his father should it come to it. Only the lacing of Caelum's fingers allowed him the moment to step back. Life would be easier if King Feanor would gracefully pass the crown, though at this point he wasnt holding his breath for an easy transfer. Caelum's magic was peace, the scents of happiness and warmth. He craved her warmth like a man freezing in the shadows. His grip on her fingers tightened momentarily as he worked to keep his facade when he wanted nothing more than to take over, wed her, and rule at that moment.

At the mention of the Goddess, Rhys shot her an incredulous look. 'Since when do you have the Goddess on speed dial, my love?' His thoughts were amused, not that he expected an answer from her. Particularly since the question was not voiced aloud. Her final words made him smile as he sat beside her and turned his gaze back to the king, who was still clearly furious.

"Father... You pushed for this union. While you may have had other intentions with how it would happen, this union will be happening. We will be taking control, either on the arranged day or before. While you are content calling all of the shots and damning those that disagree, I plan on becoming a very different king." Rhysand stated simply, letting the words rub salt into the wounds that his betrothed had opened. King Feanor started to speak again, but Queen Ceridwin placed one pale hand on his arm and shook her head. Complete fury erupted on his face and he turned to loom over his wife. Rhysand stood with a snarl.

"Touch her and I swear that you will regret it." Rhysand seethed, the shadows around the room flickering as they grew to match the Prince's rage. There had been too many times that he had watched the King and his treatment of his wife. He was done. "Mother... If you would please come sit beside me, we may be able to finish this meeting without any blood on the nice carpets..." Rhys's voice cracked as the rage threatened to engulf him. This was why he avoided home. Why he avoided anything to do with his father. King Feanor spun and faced down his son, eyes meeting with a flash of lightning like power. If Cael could touch his mind, it would be a torrent of pain and anger that was just shy of overwhelming any common sense that Rhys might have. 

"Prince Rhysand. Please take a moment to calm. While we understand the anger that has overtaken the meeting, and are against the King's treatment of his beloved Queen, this meeting has been called to be the first steps to the future." The leader of the Elven Council stated softly, her voice calm while her eyes were darkened with anger. Rhysand turned his back on his father to take a few deep breaths with his eyes on Caelum. It was more of a struggle than he realized to soothe the fury and he was confused by the upheaval in his usually steel will. It was like his emotions were on overdrive and he had no idea why.

As he fought to regain composure, he listened to Caelum and her father. A soft snarl erupted at the male's words, though he smirked as she laid into him. The dropping of her glamour was a shock that seemed to open his eyes. Emotions, colors, even sounds seemed to sharpen and he found himself glancing at the leader of his council once again. She was staring between the two, her delicate nose flaring as she picked up on telling scents.

At the words of her father, Rhys nearly came unglued. "Caelum is no halfbreed. She is a precious treasure that many would have never even thought possible. If I ever hear that word from your lips again, you will be facing a much harsher punishment than mere words." He vowed, eyes nearly black as his anger surged once again. A moment of said glare and then a smirk crossed his face. "Perhaps I shall even hold you for her." He crooned, playing the part of the dark prince as he stepped closer to Caelum and kissed her jaw. He encouraged his magic to twine with hers, grinning darkly at the whispers of the dark prince tainting their queen.

At her embrace, his entire being calmed. Her touch was enough to chase away the fury and darkness that had threatened to swamp him. It was everything he had to not claim her mouth with a kiss that would cause an even more violent stir among the council members. He allowed her to speak her mind, listening to her words with a much more gentle smile than had been gracing his face before. At the moment that she called her his mate, he found his world stopping.

"Mate..." He breathed, his words nearly inaudible. She had called him her mate. It echoed through his very being and he nearly dropped to his knees. Once she had finished speaking, he lightly angled her face up so that he could look her in the eyes.

"Interesting..." The leader of the elven council murmured, stepping around the table to face the pair. "It is supposed to be a myth, a fairy tale if you will... the last time it happened in our knowledge was over a hundred years ago." She mused, head tilting as she took in the couple.

"If you are referring to the mating bond, that has been extinguished from our blood. It was cursed away by a particularly angry female before I was even born." King Feanor snarled, staring down the crimson haired leader.

"While that may be true, or may have been it seems... I believe that you will have to eat your words, my King. All of my senses are screaming the truth and that is that we may have inadvertently matched these two headstrong royals better than anticipated. These two younglings are indeed a mated pair. I am sure that is part of the reason that Prince Rhysand has been so much more reactive today. It seems that when Queen Caelum claimed him as her mate, it was enough to complete the bond. Good luck destroying this betrothal, our majesty." The leader smirked, amused that King Feanor's plan would work against him. It was common knowledge that the King was not well loved.

Turning back to the betrothed pair, she smiled. "Unfortunately, all records that spoke of exactly what this bond will entail have been lost. rumors of telepathic conversations between a pair, feeling emotions, being able to connect their magic to be stronger together... All have been spoken, but we will just have to wait and see how your bond grows. I will warn you. While we will not allow Queen Caelum to become your slave, there will be days that will be harder to control. This bond hearkens back to a time when Elves were much more savage creatures. I am sure you will manage it, particularly since you seem to be as equal as I have ever witnessed." She finished, bowing to the pair. "I look forward to seeing what happens in the coming time." She laughed softly before returning to her seat.

"Now that we have cleared up the fact that our betrothal will not be broken. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed at this point?" Rhysand asked blandly, eyes only for his mate. The hand that had encouraged her to meet his gaze slid along her jaw gently and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. After a moment, he found his seat and pulled on Cael's hand to try to get her to sit in his lap. A part of him almost dared her father to speak up. Rhysand's seafoam eyes met his father's across the table and he smirked. Oh how King Feanor was seething. His mother, seated beside her husband, was beaming, tears of joy welling in her eyes as she looked at her only child and the woman that had claimed his heart so fully.

@caelumknoxx
"Rhys Sass"
Words: 1500+
Notes: oh boy XD

These were both the most amusing and the most dangerous parts of this meeting, with those little bypasses between herself and the elven Prince destined to be her King. It was more than just the desire to be with him, there was so much more than just a physical admiration. Even the touch of her magic seemed to help him recenter himself, but it was proof that they were in this together, that they could stand side by side with out fear. He had her back, and she had his. And in that fact, they had the ability to show each other the truth behind their masks - they could be truthful with each other and that allowed them to be stronger, their trust absolute.

It was that part of the relationship that had this meeting making headway. Where Rhys would pause, she could pick up. Where she was halted, he would step forward. And yet, even Caelum could see who the problem was. Her future father-in-law was not making a positive impression. She could see the detesting looks her people where shooting to each other at his outbursts, even as she took Rhys's hand, helping him keep his control, her magic flaring out and soothing the fae with the reminder she would keep this situation peaceful. That she had the power behind it too. Especially as she started throwing her cards down on the table, winning hand after winning hand.

Rhys's look was caught and she sent him an amused grin, winking playfully, "I'll introduce you later." She whispered briefly, even at the knowledge that she was only playing one Godling card, that didn't even include calling in Coy for back up. If La Pachamama didn't keep things controlled, Letting Huehuecoyotl at King Feanor could help. She might sic the prankster god on her future Father-In-Law anyways. Just because he kind of deserved it. As Rhys spoke up again, Caelum welcomed him the lead again in their joint attack against those who seemed eager to keep things as they had always been. Of course, they didn't get too much of a chance to make the point further before instantly the King had turned on Rhys's mother. The shadows flickered, as Rhys's fury grew, and at his instructions to his mother, Caelum took over, gently taking the Queen's hand, pulling her into the seat next to her own, keeping her from being too close to either the King, or her own father, smiling reassuringly as she made sure her future mother-in-law was settled before turning her reassuring gaze up to Rhys so he would know that nothing else would happen.

Thankfully a Council member had stepped inside, and Caelum gently placed both of her hands on Rhy's forearms, gently guiding him back into his seat, letting her magic shelter him in a cacoon of warmth and comfort, before she was forced into her own battle with her father this time. With Rhys by herside however, and knowing her future she wanted to have would be one with out masks, she decided to make a point that would drive home the plausibility of their plans. Her glamour came crashing down faster than it had ever gone before as she laid into her father, only to flinch at that hated word. Rhys's instant defence had her hackles lowering as she turned a soft smile towards her future, her heart picking up at the words 'precious treasure'.

At his comment of her father being held for her, she smiled, tilting her head slightly at the kiss to her jaw, welcoming the touch, as her mmagic twined with his. Her gaze was sharp as she relaxed at Rhys's touch, her voice being found again, "You forget the company I keep, that I have kept father. Yet, you still see me as some little youth climbing the castle walls for the first time again." Her gaze sharpened, zeroing in on first her father, and than Rhys's. "Our plans might seem impossible, grande, even difficult to wrap around - but we're not backing down. I've been doing the impossible since the first moment I met Arson." The sudden silence from her people was proof of her words, many who'd been sneering suddenly looking down at their laps at the mention of the Commoner Prince, "You had doubted me then, only for me to prove myself accurate. Must we repeat the past. I don't make my decisions lightly." Her words were gentler, to her father, her council, her people. "My actions are a reflection of the Summer Court. And in the future, they will reflect the Court Rhys and I will build up. We will do what we can for our people, all of our people. We want what is best. For the fae. For the elves. For our people as a whole. Now, ask yourselves, is this such a future to really fight against? Is peace really such a bad idea?"

She turned her gaze up towards Rhys, smiling at that gentle look on his own face, before she spoke to the collected again, although as she spoke that word that seemed to stop Rhys's word, his breathy repetition of it told her she'd done something she hadn't intended. As his fingers touched her face, she let him guide her gaze to his and the look in his eyes took her breath away, her hands clasping his arms as she felt her legs go weak at that look he was giving her, wondering what she'd done to cause it. The elven leader speaking up had her tearing her gaze from her Prince, blinking her eyes in confusion as she was clearly missing something here.

"What?" She questioned, glancing back up at Rhys before the King speaking had her freezing in surprise, turning her head sharply towards the Elf Monarch, before her gaze turned towards Rhys, wide-eyed, her voice soft, a whisper for him alone, "I thought you said that was just a myth more than anything else. Rhys? What's going on." There was a touch of nervousness to her voice, suddenly finding herself standing in unsteady waters, with a situation blooming around them all that she had no knowledge of, beyond the occassional mention from Rhys of the myth of that bond that could exist between elves.

When the Council leader spoke, she blinked again at the reference of she and Rhysand being a mated pair, startled before she spoke out loud for all, "I . . I'm sorry, I don't understand, I thought this was a bond between elves? I'm only half, and my fae half is the dominant half." She spoke up in confusion, glancing more at Rhys than the coucil, still confused about just what all was going on, even as her heart seemed to clammer in her chest, before she and Rhys were spoken to directly about the peculiar bond they'd suddenly been blessed with, and the possibilities that could come with it. With each word, Caelum's eyes widened a little more, even as the start of a smile was growing on ehr face, her fingers once more lacing with her Princ- no, her Mate. At the caution of not letting her be a slave, Caelum had to giggle slightly, "I can assure you, the potential of him ever treating me as a slave is unlikely." Her gaze was twinkling with mirth as she tilted her head back, looking up at Rhys with amusement, "Besides, whether it comes from a time when Elves were more 'savage', the fae aren't so meek either." The was a brief chuckle through her people at the acknowledgement of a secret they usually kept guarded - of just what their own nature could be. Pranksters and Imps, trouble makers and tricksters. Elves could be savages, but the fae were dangerous in their own ways.

And when it came down to it, it meant one thing, "By luck, Rhysand and I are very evenly matched. In everything we've come across." When Rhysand spoke up again, she giggled slightly at his bland voice, before smiling as he guided her face to his for a kiss, welcoming the contact she'd been craving from the moment she'd seen him outside the restaurant. As he sat down, she was pulled right into his lap, to which Caelum happily accepted, leaning against his chest, and relaxing in his arms, "Hmm, if no one else has anything to argue with us about, perhaps we should discuss how we intend to unite our people. I think a new name for the Coucil we intend to put together would be a brilliant start. There will be no more Elven or Fae Councils. We are a united people now. Our councils and goverment beneath our rule will reflect that." Might as well get the next upset started. Let the people argue about that, while she would try to get another stolen kiss before this conversation would be over too.

Rhys loved the way that they could play together in the face of the courts, that they were so perfectly matched. Her being by his side was helping him get through the fury at his father and the rage that he was barely holding in check. Her whisper was a balm against his inner darkness and it was everything he could do to not smile at her. There was something in her eyes that made him pause, his eyebrow lifting slightly as he wondered what she was thinking.

Rhys was thankful for his betrothed as he watched her care for his mother. There was a part of him that wanted his father to be out of their lives, that knew he could do it if desired. Her reassuring gaze calmed him and helped him to do what was needed. "Thank you, mi cielito." He whispered softly, smiling at his mother as he calmed.

Cael's touch was soothing, helping him to regain the princely facade and show the strength that he hoped that he and Cael would be together. When her glamour dropped, he started, wide eyes seeking hers. The idea of her showing her heritage made him uneasy as his gaze flicked to his father. The current king was seething as his gaze raked over the fae queen with predatory rage. A soft snarl escaped the prince's throat as he glared at his father.

Pride welled up within him as he listened to her speech. At the mention of a name, he watched the Summer court change their demeanor. It was a name that had been spoken in whispers, a name that he had heard in passing. "Peace is what is not only desired by our people, but what is desperately needed. We do not need to be tearing each other down, but rather building each other up to a stronger pair of races." He agreed with his future queen, moments before the word that slipped from her lips.

Her confusion made him smile softly. "I thought it was a myth. I havent heard of any that were blessed with the bond in... further than our written history. It is something that most dont believe in." He murmured, still feeling like his world was shaking and becoming something vastly different. "My best guess is that your elven half is enough. While your fae side may be dominant, both are who you are." He whispered, his voice barely carrying across the room.

"I believe that Rhysand is correct. The strength of the elven half does not seem to matter. Just that you have it. From what we have seen, perhaps you are better matched than any of us could have expected. There have been no recorded cases of elves bonding with any other species, but perhaps we just were not informed. Much of the knowledge that circles the bond has been lost." The council leader spoke clearly, her pale eyes narrowed as she glared at the king. The current leader of the elves was snarling softly, his eyes fogged with blood-lust and rage.

"This is a game that you are playing. There is no way that the bond could happen now, let alone with one that is not pure elf. This half breed creature is not worthy of your time, my son." King Feanor snarled, only to be stopped by shadows wrapping around his mouth and limbs.

"Father... You will find that I am not willing to allow you to speak negatively about my betrothed... Speak ill of my mate. While I still accept that you are the king of our people... for now... I am not going to accept your meddling in my life any further. I am your heir and have the right to petition the council for your crown." He snarled, his voice dark and deep as he spoke. A slight shift crossed his face as he straightened to his full height and looked down upon his sire. "Besides... we all know that your time as king is limited. The council decreed that the moment I am wed to this incredible queen beside me, you will no longer hold your crown. Perhaps this is why you are pushing so hard to nullify this betrothal. It makes so much more sense than that you actually care." A dark croon passed his lips as he stretched his neck and recalled his powers from the current king. "I recommend that you choose your words carefully. I find that I am less loathe to cause your death than I was before this betrothal was made." He promised, eyes dark.

"I vow that I will kneel before no other leader. I will only kneel before my crown and my queen. And no matter if you like it or not, father... Caelum is my queen. I am content holding off until the designated time for our wedding, unless she decides otherwise. You will not have a say in this decision." He stated, eyes softening as he gazed at Caelum and smiled.

Caelum's words were strong and accepting, making him feel hope. Her lips were heaven to him, her touch a mixture of electrifying and soothing. As the next words, he smirked. "A new name... and do you have any suggestions, my love?" He asked, a twinkle in his eyes as he waited for the council around them to erupt in fury again. Rhys pulled her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he listened to those around them.

@caelumknoxx
"Rhys Sass"
Words: 900+
Notes: