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Dark Kingdom
First Prince
✠𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:
Library ✠𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖞: N/A ✠𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒:
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Daimon had chosen to remain in the library instead of following the rest of
the royals to dinner. It's not like he was being impolite, rather, he seldom ate dinner anyway.
Since the pressures of being the crowned prince brought about much work,
he never gave himself the luxury of eating with company. Not even back home.
In fact he never even ate any of his meals in the presence of
someone unless it was really necessary, like at a business meeting or the like.
But then, there would be times when one or two of his siblings would show
up at his studio, library, or bedroom just to remind him that it was time to eat
and consequently accompany him with chit-chat he never engaged in but would
attentively listen to.
At any rate, he was sucked in on the book he was reading.
The time to socialize with the others would eventually come,
as it was probably the plan of those mysterious elders. Yet, in the meantime Daimon remained
sitting on an elegant couch in one of the dark corners of the library with book in hand.
Curiously enough, he had filled the desk before him with a mountain
of books he found interesting. However, their second purpose
lied in covering his form to others and bring the appearance that
the library was alone and thus, save him from any unwanted interruptions.
In this dark corner, and under the shielded protection of the mountain of books
Daimon was reading. But with no light to speak off reaching him,
one would wonder how he was able to read. True to its name,
the Dark Kingdom was in fact darker than all the rest and although
daylight did existed in it, it wasn't as bright. Thus, many had developed
an extraordinary eyesight that enabled them to see clearly in the dark.
This was of course, more of a fact for prince Desmonte
who was born a pure blooded demon and had a
natural tendency to see better in the dark.
"Hellfire..." Daimon said, unaware that he
actually voiced one word from out of the constant monologue he was having within himself.
But whenever he read, he took anything with a grain of salt.
He always had a way to filter things, being careful in picking subjects
he thought were to be true.
Yet, out of the constant pull and push going on in his head
the letter he received at his door before he arrived at the library came back to mind.
The elders were easy to read, after all, being cooped out at such a place with
other royals could only mean a bit of matchmaking.
Daimon of course, found that idea laughable.
No royal in their right mind would want such an arrangement.
Specially the water wyverns. What with the whole preservation of blood
and what not. He wondered if they even harbored some kind
of deformity or psychological disease.
Having such thick blood had a way of messing with
genes after all.
But just as that thought came to mind, it went away just as fast.
Daimon had a very busy scheming mind, and
he wanted to be better prepared before he made his
presence well known throughout the place. So far, only a few had seen him
around but had remained distant upon sensing his overwhelming
dangerous aura. At times likes these,
Daimon preferred his solitude.
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