He was the greatest general in the royal Ventiislian military. Of course he deserved a suitable bride. Someone good enough to bear his heirs.

Sitting in the large lounge room, Daemon sat on the couch, talking to the Lord of the estate. This Lord was wealthy, and held great political status. So the logical decision is to wed one of his daughters.

The Lord called, quickly asking said daughter to come in, as Daemon stared, stiff and stern, waiting for her to enter.