How the #### was he supposed to do this? Deal with this girl. His mothers voice rang in his ears as he gazed at the woman. "Phobus, so help me god if you #### this up in any way.." she had called to him as he left for his little meeting with her. "I will personally make your life a living hell- even more than it is now." The words flooded through one ear and directly out the other. Who gave a damn if he ####ed up this little meeting? What was Wisteria going to do? Run and tell her precious daddy that he had done something to slightly offend her? Anger began coursing through his system, flooding his vision for a second. But he managed to push that all down once the brute heard her voice speak. "Hello, my Prince." she had said, causing him to pause in is psychopathic thoughts. "Indeed I am, my name is Wisteria. Sister of Yesimire, daughter of Vladimir, cousin of Lucaya." Wisteria. While the name rolled off the tongue pretty easily, it wasn't something he enjoyed. In fact, this little meeting was all bullshit in his opinion. Why in hells name would Themis think this would have been a good idea?

"I was probably less forced, arranged marriages don't bother me much. My father was arranged into his first marriage, and he never spoke ill of her. " For a second, he was taken aback. She wasn't upset about this? "Hold on. You're not upset about this? If I were you, I'd be raising hell. I tried it with my own..." he spat out the next words distastefully. ".. Mother.. But it didn't work. She still forced me and my brother to be here, mostly against our wills. Your sister and my brother are currently meeting as well." he grunted to her, deciding to move his body around hers once again. "But you have no displeasure with this? Personally I think its bullshit." Phobus narrowed his eyes, lowering his head closer to the ground. He could feel his fur beginning to prickle as well, but he somehow managed to flatten it down without her noticing. "But what fun do you have in mind, my Prince?" She moved past him, brushing against his fur which brought him out of his little angry spiral. "What plans do you have for us tonight?" Plans? God, he didn't have any plans

He figued he'd probably have to come up with something on the spot here. She seemed like she would be down for a good time. He'd prefer to just #### her and dump her somewhere, but that wasn't too Prince-like according to his brother or to assumably his mother. And now, he would have Mabbit to deal with too. His mother had taken a mate, and now this Mabbit guy was probably going to act like a father around him and Deimus. Nah, he wasn't going to allow that. Phobus was a grown ass adult. He could handle himself like he'd done all these years before. Snapping out of his thoughts once again, he gazed at the lady who had skirtted in front of him teasingly. "Well, dear girl. I have some things in mind. But you'll probably want to get to know me first. I'd love to hear about you.. but I have no interest in showing you myself, not yet at least." he grunted to her, padding up to stand beside her, fur gently brushing against hers. A sadistic smile pressed against his lips as he nudged her with his hip. "Shall we take a walk, Princess?"