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If there was one thing that Daemon had been taught in his lessons growing up, it was that as a royal, there were only going to be a few select people that he could truly trust. Of course, as a kid - and even up until recently - Daemon thought that that was crazy. If you were a good person with good intentions, then why would you need to be worried about who you could trust and who you couldn’t? But after the death of King Morris, and the attempt on his own life, Daemon was beginning to wonder... perhaps there was a point to those lessons after all.
Thankfully, Daemon knew that among the people he could trust, it was his family - it was part of the reason why they were the only ones to know of the attempt on his own life while most of everyone else in Rhorm and Aladonia was ignorant to the attempted assassination - and he knew that while they were in Dele, he would want to try and keep his family as close as possible. And one in particular that he knew he wanted close was Kaz, because if there was anyone he would want fighting alongside him? It was him.
And, of course, Daemon knew just the place to find him.
“I’ll wager ten silvers on the handsome fellow from Rhorm,” Daemon spoke as he approached the small circle of gambling men that were circling around two guys fighting with training swords. One of them was a knight, obvious in the way he held himself and carried his family crest, and the other was Kaz. “Now don’t make me lose all my allowance, dear brother.”