Miquella luxuriates in the eastern gardens, while a maid carefully comb his hair. With the audiences finished, there's little reasons for him to remain here -in Leindell-, other than enjoying the riches of her mother's work, the city, and a temporal reprieve.

The gold of this city, it was made with the pain of those who live within. I don't think to have found a single person that is not on edge. Stars... I need some good company, wash off the tension that court left in me. He muses, deep into ruminations.

He looks around, the gardens are expansive, and he is not the only one enjoying them. Not far away, a young knight catches his eyes.

And he has just returned to the capital, back from checking my mother's enemies, no? See how the wenches bring him wine and woo him -desperate cunts- but he only smiles to them; most interesting. Still unmarried? Yes, no ring on those fingers; despite so many suitors... His mind races.

I think I'm up to mischief. He bites his lip. Malenia is far away, a sentry, too far to stop him. The demigod makes his play shooing the servant combing his hair, and moves towards the Knight.

"Away with you all, skunks, scatter." Miquella waves off the women with disdain casting a cold glance at the them, who can only bow their heads in a mix of shame and frustration, not to challenge the demigod, and abandon their attempts of conquest.

emboldened, Miquella hops on the cushions, body sprayed like lazy cat, right next to stunned knight. Surprise plays in favor of the son of Queen Marika, and great satisfaction shows on his face.

He does not need to say a word. Just looks at him, smug, seductive.