#alistairwarren

It was common speculation across Aladonia that wardens upheld a long tradition within their ranks. One of a carnal nature. Something about mages bonding their bodies with one another at the start of a new partnership, which would strengthen their magic as well as their working relationship. Lukaz knew this to be true for himself, anyway. He spent a long, taxing evening with his late mentor after he ascended to role of a junior warden, and now it was time for him to do the same with the young mage who’d someday replace him — given the presumption that he lived long enough to do that.

Though most of the nobility and royalty of Aladonia had found themselves in Dele for a solemn affair, Daemon had found that it seemed as though most people were taking it as an opportunity to host various dinners and gatherings in the hopes to find a fitting suitor for their unwed children. After all, it was a place full to the brim of royals and upper nobility, and thus people were hoping to match their children with someone of a worthy station. Truthfully, he found this dreadfully boring - and inappropriate, given the circumstances - but he was never one to turn down a gathering with handsome men and pretty faces.

As he was chatting with a young noble, one that was timid and shy and not one that had wanted to talk to him in the first place - his parents were watching nearby, hoping that this would end up being a good match - when a beautiful face caught his eye. Pardoning himself from the noble, taking his hand and kissing the back of it before saying goodbye, Daemon made his way towards the gentleman with a soft smile upon his lips.