A young Eyrien man of about 25 was behaving in an unadult-like manner and being scolded by his mother.
"Daemonar, you are a pest and your father's son. The day you get out from under my feet will be a very happy day on my part. And don't you flaunt that Gray jewel wherever you feel like it." The woman in the kitchen scowled. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere today?"
"Yes, actually. As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to be visiting Uncle Daemon and Aunt Jaenelle today, and doing some volunteer work in Amdarh. But first I've been asked to attend a court meeting in Askavi with Queen Lorian. If I don't leave now I'm going to be late," Daemonar smiled proudly.
"Alright Daemonar. By the way, do you remember Lord Endar and Lady Dorian who served in Jaenelle's Court? I think they live in Askavi. Pay them a visit please, would you? I'm sure they would like to see you."
"Yes Mother." Daemonar scowled. He remembered Endar and Dorian, and their two children Alanar, Orian and Dustivar. He had decided that the children were pests because they never stood for any of his practical jokes.
Well at least their Jewels will be nowhere near as powerful as mine. With parents that wear Opal and Rose, they won't be anywhere near the Gray or probably even the Green, my Birthright. And they had better remember my bloodline, SaDiablo and Yaslana. Daemonar thought.
His father was Lucivar Yaslana, the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih. He wore the Ebon-Gray, the second darkest Jewel. His grandfather was Saetan SaDiablo, who was one of only two males in the history of the Blood to wear the powerful Black Jewel and was also a Warlord Prince and a Black Widow. His grandmother had worn the Red. His sister, Chelsian, was a Healer and wore the Green, which wasn't so bad, but his mother, Marian, only wore Purple Dusk and was just a hearth witch.
But you can't have everything, Daemonar thought. He left the eyrie and flew to Askavi. He loved to fly. The feel of the wind rushing against his wings was the best feeling in the world and it gave him a sense of freedom.
He landed at the palace and brushed his black hair behind his ears before knocking on the front door. The butler opened the door and he was shown inside and left to wait for the Queen and her court.