Whispers filled the opera hall as Beau took his seat. He was known for many things, but going to an opera house wasn’t one of them

“I wish these sniveling geese would stop squawking….” Beau hisses to Nathaniel who sat beside him

“To be honest Beau you aren’t exactly known to frequent places like this” Nathaniel says with a huff of a laugh

Beau rolls his eyes. He knew his friend had a point. A decorated war vet, a Grand Duke, a man known to be stoic and authoritative, the right hand of the king, the kings deadliest weapon… I guess it would be a bit strange for him to be in an opera house. However, even he needed a break every now and again.

The whispers stopped as the lights were dimmed and the curtains started to raise. All eyes were on the stage.

The show was about to begin….