The feast had begun a few hours ago hundreds of men and woman had come to see the peace treaty that had been coming for years, the streets of the capital flow with people from both kingdoms some dance and some drink, a lot do both but the festivities were grand and large throughout the city the rich and the poor mixing for the special occasion.
Lokir was sitting inside the keep with his father kayot and sister Cora although him and his sister did not get alone so well they where still blood and that meant something to lokir, the party had begun in the grand hall of the keep all the high ranking and highborn members of each kingdom mixing together celebrating the new found peace even if both leaders had not revealed how such a peace would be brokered .
Lokir had been drinking but this southern wine wasn’t as strong as the drink back home so he could manage more than most even so he pushed his way though the crowed refusing to apologise in hope to start some kind of fight, he wore fine furs that he had made by the servants of his kingdom even if they weren’t as grand as the clothes of the south he still made an impression on some of the southern girls attending the party which of course he knew and played upon .
While walking through the crowds and disrupted peoples evenings he sees a young lady on her own clearly not enjoying the festivities so lokir decides to walk over to this woman, as he gets close he sees the woman had large purple eyes almost like amethysts he lost his way slightly causing him to trip on a stool causing his wine to launch from his goblet and flood over the woman sitting oblivious to his presence.
Lokir looks as the woman was furious causing him to laugh out loud with a boisterous bellow “ shame…” he uttered picking someone else’s drink from the table he scoffs it down casing a trail of wine to flow off his chin “ it was a nice dress “ he said slyly before smirking at the increasingly enraged woman
