Odion was in his father's "palace". Well it really was technically a palatial type building but to him it was torture. He didn't wish to constantly be stuck inside. Or stuck listening to one of the many boring and monetoned tutors. And he HATED the restrictions set upon his station in life. He wished he had a "slave" that he could treat like a friend. He had slaves here in the castle place. But they were all on his father's side. He wanted an unbiased slave. And so had developed an idea. His father had just come in to visit him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His father walked in. And looks at him. Sighing as he sees his son looking boredly out the window. "My child...why is it you constantly refuse to come with your father? Refuse this important meetings and gatherings I tell you I need you to attend? Why are you so unhappy? You have everything in the world here and yet you act so unhappy. What can I do to make you less...unsatisfied with life here?" he asks. He was worried about his son. Ever since the death of his sister and mother...he had been unruly. Rebellious and less willing to sit still or listen to anything he was told or asked to do. If he felt like obeying or listening it was a rare occurance.</span><br/><br/>Odion looks at his father. "I want a slave that is mine and mine alone. Mine to do with as I please. Mine to treat as I please. I am not liking that ALL the slaves are on your side. I want a slave who is unbiased. Who will not judge me or compare me to you all the time." he says bluntly. Looking his father in the eyes. "And I want to find my own bride. Otherwise...no...I will not go with you to attend this latest meeting. In fact since your always setting the up...I may not go anyways." he grins. "But father...you did say three days ago on my birthday. I could have one thing I wished. Well that is what I want." he says. Knowing his father would have no way to argue with this.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His father sighs. "Fine. You find yourself your slave you desire to have...and you shall have him or her. To do with as you please. To treat as you please." he looks at his son pleadingly. "At least consider coming to this very important meeting." he begs Odion. "I will leave you now as I am to head towards  this meeting at once." he left and entered his carriage.</span><br/><br/>Odion groans. "Father I will consider it." he mutters. And as soon as his father left. He ditched the tutoring session. Played hookie by jumping<span style="font-style: italic">OUT</span>his second story bedroom window. And flipping lands on a tree branch below. Jumping down from there and vanishes to the Agora. Climbing onto a nearby building. And running and jumping from roof top to roof top. He planned to go see if he could find anyone of interest at the Agora. He'd stopped just in time to see a carriage...most likely his old mans...heading straight towards a girl. He blinks. A very HOT and BEAUTIFUL girl!<br/><br/>He runs and jumps off the high up building. Hurling himself into the girl. Spiraling them through the air and out of the way of the oncoming carriage. And into a pile of hay that people were using to feed their horses. He landed hovering over her. "Hello." he says. "You should be much more careful about this walking in the streets thing." he says. His voice hot as hell and sexy beyond all belief. He smiles down at her. "Are you okay?" he asks. Standing up and helping her to his feet.<br/><br/>He often dressed in clothing lower to MUCH lower than his rank. Much to his fathers distaste. Then again just about EVERYTHING he did was against his father's taste. So he pretty much gave up caring about what WAS or WAS NOT his father's taste. He dusts himself and her off. All without being inappropriate. "Allow me to walk you home after you finish you mission at the market." he says. Bowing to her. "My name is Odion." he says. Grinning at her. Odion was often called the Mystery Guy by all at the market and by nearly all the slaves. It didn't matter who they belonged to...word about him traveled around like a wild fire in a field of dry grass and dead trees.<br/><br/>He smiles and kisses the top of her hand then releases her. "Again...are you alright mylady?" he asks. Genuinely concerned with her well being.