Hi everybody! Yes, you're seeing this! It's really here!
~It's really short.~
:p That's beside the point. I owe my Sister a HUGE debt for never getting mad at me. So, I decided to write this little (little being the key word here, folks.) chapter with Daemonar. So, yeah. Here it is. Sorry. Nothing grand.
Daemon looked up from his game with Lucivar to stare at his namesake. "You what?"
Lucivar chuckled, making his move while his old friend was distracted. "Come on, old son. You can't say you didn't expect this."
Daemon grumbled, studied the board, and moved a piece, taking one of his opponents out. "Still, if Jaenelle found out…"
"What's there to find out?" Daemonar demanded, crossing his arms. "I just want some advice on how to handle a situation."
"Ah," Daemon lifted a finger, his eyes glued to the game board. "But it is a situation that involves seducing the fragile Toriana."
Lucivar looked up at his son, frowning worriedly. "Do you think now is a good time to be doing this, Daemonar? She's just lost a valued member of her court, and will have to replace him before too long. Do you think she needs more on her plate than that?"
Daemonar shifted uncomfortably. "It's not…so much piling more on her plate that it is…" He huffed, hating to be emotional around his respected family. "I just want to show her she doesn't need to go this alone."
Daemon shrugged, smirking in victory as he cornered Lucivar's pieces. "Maybe she wants to do it alone. And let me tell you, when a woman like that wants to do something a certain way, not even the Hounds of Hell and Mother Night could dissuade her."
"Speaking from experience, Bastard?" Lucivar chuckled, slipping out of Daemon's trap.
"Che." Daemon ignored the question, although his cheeks burned a little from whatever memory floated to the surface.
"Are you going to help or play games?" Daemonar growled, at the end of his finite patience.
Daemon and Lucivar traded looks before dissolving into laughter. The game was forgotten for a minute as they doubled over in their chairs, weeping they were laughing so hard.
"It seems you do need some help, son," Lucivar chortled, drawing himself up.
"Since you don't seem to realize that helping to seduce a woman and playing an intricate game is often the same thing," Daemon concluded.
Daemonar stepped closer, looking confused and intrigued. "What do you mean?"
Lucivar motioned over a chair. "Come on, kid. Sit down and we'll try to help explain the finer points." He looked over to see Daemon rearranging the chess board. "I hope you remember where our pieces go, Bastard. I almost had you that time."
Daemon snorted. "Not even close, Prick. Here, this is a good way to explain things."
Daemonar looked at the chess board and it's pieces. Then he looked up at his father and uncle. "Women are like…chess?"
Daemon shook his head. "The dance, boy. The dance is like chess. Millions of possible moves, a thousand different mistakes you'll probably make."
Lucivar heaved a sigh, touching the Queen. "And if you leave an opening, even if it's not what you would call an opening, she'll get in there and…" he knocked the Queen over. "You lose."
Daemon called in a bottle of liquor, three glasses, and sat back. "Get comfortable, boyo. This is going to take a while."
~~~~~~~~That's all. Who knows. I may even write more.~~~~~~