Demitrius Preston
Demitrius walked down the halls of the academy with his valet not far behind him. His valet carried all of his belongings from the carridge as he looked to find a messenger. Sending his father this letter was an urgent matter that couldnβt wait. Now all he needed wasβ¦
He paused in his steps as he caught a squire standing in the hallways. Ah, a perfect messenger.
He walked up to him and stuffed the letter into his hands. βDeliver that to the Preston Duchy in Daegarimn.β