Upon waking and entering his meal chambers, KayVenn was greeted by his advisor and a messenger.  He could tell by the garb that he was from Frelia, clothing stitched of strong material, bronzed skin, not to mention his size.  Frelia's soldiers were formidable, intimidating folk, and not afraid of anything.  Their bulk belied their wit, something every underestimating enemy fell for.<br/><br/>"A reply from Lady Valera?" He asked the messenger.<br/>"Aye, she sent me the moment she got your invite, she seemed pleased."  KayVenn didn't mind that the messenger didn't use formality when addressing him, he was under service of Valera, not him.<br/>"Very good," KayVenn replied with a dismissive nod, "Safe riding, all the best on your return."  The messenger nodded back to him and took his leave.<br/><br/>KayVenn read the letter as he ate his breakfast, mostly raw fruits and vegetables, as well as some bread.  A wide smirk crossed over his face as he read, it had been a long time since he had seen Valera, Lady of Fire.<br/>She personified the flame perfectly, she was strong, fierce and passionate.  KayVenn was calm, rational and stoic, yet he was so drawn to her in his way.  She could bring out the raging torrent in him, and it excited him to no end.  His past in the gladiatorial rings had been a traumatic one, spilling so much blood, seeing so much violence and the total lack of pity or remorse on the face of his opponent and the cheering crowd, and from then on he would never be the aggressor.<br/>But Valera could make him act first, could make him forget all of that.