Damon had been away all morning, tending to the rusty swords and helms that militiamen had discarded on the Blacksmiths doorstep. He hurried home with little enthusiasm as his situation seemed so dire. Perhaps marrying into a wealthy family would be so bad, providing of course that the woman was just some priss. He opened the door and his mother greeted him by calling for his presence. He sighed and went to see what the verdict was.<br/><br/>The mother quickly shut the door behind her son and pulled out some fancy-ish clothing from an old beat up trunk. She asked him a grave question, something that chilled his thoughts to their core. "You mist choose wisely, my dear Damon."<br/><br/>The boy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't sure that he liked the idea of lying about his birthright. But it wouldnt have been the worst thing he's done. "I'll do it, mother. But on one condition. Send that poor excuse for a father far away from this family. Rose and Anna depend on it. Just dont let him back into our lives. Hes nothing more than a drunken leach." Damon looked at his mother and watched the tears well up in her eyes. He knew she still loved the man his father was from long ago, but it couldnt go on like this any longer.<br/><br/>The young man pick up the handmade nobleman's clothing and carefully looked ot over. The stitching was amazing, as always, and the tailcoat was perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders. "Where am i to go?" he finally asked. "Which party or ball shall i attend?"