Daeron took a swig from his wineskin as he sat in his armor, contemplating on running off rather than competeing in this damned Tourney, though his father would kick his arse if he did. He hated them, alot. His cheeks already flushed with intoxication began to turn even pinker than before.

Which at first, Daeron didn't notice nor did he find he cared, that was until he began feeling uncomfortably hot, sweating buckets underneath his armor. Daeron slightly squirmed, panting softly. And then it clicked, he was going into heat!

Well, atleast he now had a valid reason to not compete and his father couldn't complain or be upset, but.... Daeron was still in a room filled with alpha's and he could see some of their eyes on him. So, Daeron decided that whilst he was still in walking condition, he'd hightail it out of there.

Which is what he did, his footsteps quick and with haste as he rushed towards his tent, groaning as his stomach cramped slightly due to his heat. Daeron was so focused on getting to his tent, that he failed to notice the alpha following him.