Something, or someone, was pulling Daemon towards the garden area. As he made his way towards the garden, he pauses as he sees an unfamiliar being. His first initial thought was to draw out his sword the Dark Sister. But the second, he got close enough, his sword lowered as his heart began racing against his chest wildly.

What is this madness? Is what he thought, thinking they were a witch of some sort or some warlock. Till the sword slipped from his fingers to the cobblestone ground as he took in their features.

From their eyes to their lips, his breath caught up in his throat. Not wanting to believe that fate had come to play with his heart. As if he was looking at his other half, standing right there, his soulmate.