Monarch David Valemont and his wife were having a peaceful dinner when suddenly a fork slipped out of the king's grasp, hitting his plate with a clang.
He stood up, his eyes widening.
His wife looked confused at first, but it only took a moment to feel what her husband was feeling.
"My little Isabel..." She stood up suddenly, the mana in her body exploding as she ran towards her bedroom window.
She was a mage of equivalent power to a true mortal, after all, and one with riches great enough not to worry about anything.
"Darling, wait!" David stood up, holding out his hand just in time to see his beloved walk through the glass window.
"Ugh..." He grunted, waving for one of his guards to take care of that before following right behind.
His eyes immediately fell on two approaching figures.
A dark-skinned woman of transcendental beauty and a young man who looked very different from the first time they met.
