Lyra stood at the foot of the dais, her bottom lip quivered as she curtsyed. Out the corner of her eye, she could see her father rising from his bow. "King Demetri of the Dragons," He began, and Lyra lifted her head but kept her gaze lowered, "I have brought my daughter here on her eighteenth name day as promised." Demetri's taloned hand raised and the king of the fae realm stopped talking, "Has she bled?" His gravelly voice glowered.the fae king nodded, his silvery hair falling around his shoulders with the movement. "Yes," his eyes darted nervously around the room."If you're attempting to deceive me," Demitri leant forward, "You will regret it, as will your whole kingdom." he hissed. his dark eyes glowed yellow. He looked the fae princess up and down, the slick clinging fabric of the gown she wore showed off her relatively new womanly body. She had seemingly well-rounded heavy breasts and thick hips. Her full pink lips trembled, bringing a smirk across his usually stone cold expression. She would do nicely. Very nicely.