It was much cooler outside, Dulce's hair and cloak swaying in the gentle breeze.
Kath'tan led the way and he quietly followed behind him, trying to stay in the moment. Perhaps things were better when the Demon was trying to kill him to undo the contract, they were strangers to each other then. They hadn't been to each other's homes, they hadn't shared a drink together.
They stopped in a quiet corner of the gardens, far from the festivities of the banquet and the patrolling guards. Kath'tan had come here naturally, it seemed like he was quite familiar with the space.
There was an alcove with a marble bench, vines entwined the arched pergola that provided shelter, making it look like a part of the garden. Large, star-shaped, red flowers surrounded them, the faint rushing sounds of fountains in the distance.
There were tables on each side of the marble bench, perfect for placing the drinks they came with. Dulce sat down on the bench, pouring himself a goblet of wine.
