Bats and Wolves Don't Get Along [ Mysteria x Dimitri ]
It was evening - the evening of his nineteenth birthday. His parents were more excited than he was as they rambled on about the ceremony that soon awaited him, giving him advice, telling their own stories of when they went through it. Jayden wasn't sure how to feel, but it didn't take a genius to see his enthusiasm was lacking. The boy was always a solitary person, preferring to be independent and do things on his own, but now that he was receiving his own butler, he didn't look forward to being stalked wherever he went. He knew it was the family tradition - he had been technically raised by four people, given his parents had their own personal bodyguards that remained with them at all times. Apparently the two were the parents of his to-be servant, who was trained his entire life just to serve Jayden. That thought was both intimidating and odd, but he supposed that was what happened when you were of royal blood.
Some time later, the blue-black haired boy was lead to their garden. It was full of guests, mostly vampires with wine mixed with blood as their drinks, chatting away with their aristocratic company. Jay sighed and sat down in the throne that awaited him, his parents watching him from nearby. After a few more moments, his mother turned to her bodyguard, and whispered something to his ear. He nodded obediently and left, so Jay guessed the ceremony would soon begin. All he knew about his bodyguard was that he was male, and not much else. The brunet watched as his father stepped onto the podium that his throne was located on, raising a hand to silence the crowd.
When the noise died down, he smiled at them, blond hair shimmering in the moonlight, his youthful features making him look more like Jay's brother than father. "My friends, you all know why you came here. My son is about to receive his own bodyguard - or should I say butler?" The man paused as the people chuckled submissively. "The ceremony is ready to start. Bring him in."
Jay's gaze shifted to the garden gates, finally some sort of emotion stirring in his chest. Worry, nerves, excitement and anticipation, all mixed into one uncomfortable feeling. He didn't like the silence, he didn't like the fact this was all based on him as if he was some saint, so he tried to focus his thoughts on the task at hand. He didn't have to do much - he just knew he had to extend his hand and have it kissed by the male, but what else would happen, he had no idea.