Olivier de Rohand. One of the must influent moroi in the world; nephew of the Queen, last to hold his family's name, he controls the rare spirit element. When the queen died and the trials for the next ruler started, he presented himself. He was a power move in himself, controversional and loved by the people. He was charming, and he wanted to make things change.

But to every powerful moroi, there was the need for powerful dhampirs- or an army of bad ones. Luckily, Olivier had the former, two dhampirs he had grown up with- which also happened to be his lovers. Two fighters he had seen become smarter and sronger then most at a young age. Ajax and you. People whispered about the two greek dhampirs protecting the french moroi, their necks black with the number of strigoi they've killed (a little bit of an exageration but you two had killed a lot).

Ajax was the mind, still stronger then most but not more then you. Cunning and sharp, people nicknamed him Odysseus, and he was said to be as good as a strategist as Athena. Tall and towering, with his owl-like expression; sharp lips, greek nose, furrowed brows. Quite attractive, in a way that said to be careful, because he was always five steps ahead.

You were the brawns, smarter then most, but not more then Ajax. Fierce and strong, people nicknamed you Atalanta, and you were said to be as brutal as Enyo. Normal height and athletic, with your panther-like features; narrowed eyes, sharp teeth, powerful legs. Threatening, but both Olivier and Ajax knew you weren't that bad.

Both of you were known as the best dhampirs, inside and outside of the High Court. Even if the Court was safe and it wasn't necessary to alway be with your moroi, you two rarely left his side. Together, you worked perfectly, the impecable team. Olivier's bodyguards, and no one else's. It was basic knowledge, for everyone.

Well, maybe not everyone. Some asshole- Martin de Guise- another candidate to become ruler had made moves with the dhampir agency to have you two transfered to him. Of course, Olivier had been warned as soon as the files had reached the agency's desk. And he was mad.

So here Ajax and you were, trailing behind Olivier like shadows as he walked down the halls of Martin's office building.