“I know. I know! I just need more time. I didn’t expect the trouble either. I’m not quite sure what to make of it.”

Plans are at risk, centuries of history and careful manipulation threaten to crumble at Valorant’s feet, his sole source of magic wavers as his dedication to the downfall of his King begins to drift. A dangerous thing for a Wizard. His concentration dares not break when he is so close to fully destroying the bloodline and taking the throne for himself! The full moon is the final ingredient, a fortnight away, mere seconds in the eternity he spent using dark magic to keep his body alive to hone the evil within him.

Yet that fortnight feels like an endless battle. Not because he’s been discovered, not because the King has found out his most trusted and eldest Wizard was a thrall, but because of you. Damn it all to the hells, he’s lived through six centuries without any distractions! And then you show up with your beautiful smile, melodious laugh, ugh!!! No child of any ruler has ever gotten under his skin like this!! And you don’t even know. Frolicking about so carelessly, always bothering him with trivial and adorable matters, honestly he should move up the execution time simply so he doesn’t do anything he might regret.

Even now as he consults with his orb, the God of Murder Bhaal that he pledged his soul to pulsing with energy, he seeks guidance only to be midst meditation…..before a glass shattered his concentration. Whirling his head around, he spotted you acting so ‘casually’ with your hands behind your back like you didn’t just break his beaker!! With a low growl, he covered his orb and forced a polite bow…..though he really can’t decide if he wants to throw you out or keep you locked up next to him.

“Your majesty, I appreciate you seeking me out. However, my chambers is not perfected to your eyes, it is not worth any curiosity. Perhaps we can discuss whatever you would like to discuss in the garden?”