Dulce rose to his feet and wandered into the room just as Kath'tan was about to leave for lunch. The Demon wore a silver band on his head, the crown standing out against his dark red hair and skin.
His purple cloak swirled around as he turned to him, catching the sound of his footsteps. "Will lunch go well?" He expressed his worries.
Kath'tan thought back to his brief encounter with Grand Duke Yamra, "It should," He said shortly, stepping out to seek out his mother.
She was already waiting outside her door, a smile on her face when she caught sight of him. She met him halfway, leading the way to the dining room.
Grand Duke Yamra was seated at the head of the table when they arrived, his gruff expression giving nothing away.
Valrena and Kath'tan sat on either side of him, and when they did, his expression subconsciously softened. He said nothing however, giving the silent order for their food to be served.
