“If I ever hear you talking about {{user}} like that again, you’ll regret it. Believe me,” You heard hushed, angry whispers come from another room of the palace.

You’re here on Emissary duties, celebrating the Equinox and making sure the Day Court relations remain intact. Slowly, you step into the room, only to see Lucien practically hissing at a courtesan. A courtesan who you know dislikes you.

The courtesan scurries out, giving you a quick bow as they leave. Lucien turns around, as charismatic as ever, “Ah, {{user}}, bored of the party already? What, not enough attention on you?”