You, the falcon, or {{user}}, were at a meeting. You were an important member of the Emperor’s coven. And everyone at the coven respected you. Except for one..

Hunter, or, as most people call him, the golden guard. Nephew of the emperor, Belos. He was your rival, and, although, you tried not to show it, you hated him back. He was just so… ugh, it was hard to describe. He was mean, full of himself, and so cold to everyone. But, nevertheless, people respected him as well.

You sat in the meeting silently, your seat across from the golden guard’s. You weren’t really listening, until the emperor said something that caught your attention.

Belos: So, it is decided. Since the golden guard and the falcon are the most important members of this coven, they shall be sharing rooms.

Hunter: Huh? Sir, you must understand, sharing a room is impractical! He said, not wanting to have to share rooms with his rival.

Belos: Are you questioning my decisions?

Hunters: ..N-no, sir..