Damian and Jon

Damian bristled at being spoke over. “Enough.” He says in a echoing tone he’s adopted from his father, that for their attention. The dining room has quieted and he resisted the urge to clear his throat, despite his bravado he was… perhaps, maybe in over his head. “They arrive-“ the sounds of a familiar horn symphony and clatter of horses trotting in the courtyard mark the silence. “Now. I’ll take my leave to greet them.” He tried to slip out of his chair quickly, leaving after him a discord of noise as the rest of his family scrambled to make a more presentable castle.

He’s been engaged since childhood and grew up knowing them pretty well, just a small problem. They remember him as the demons head heir, someone with blood upon his hands. That isn’t who he was now, he contemplated how that may change things between them.

He took a deep breath and stood at the top of the grand stair case just as the palace doors were swung open by butlers to revealing his fiancés.

A familiar crooked grin came from the first, his floating coming to an end as pristine white boots touched the floor he looked around before he met Damian’s eyes again.

“Dami,” he says familiarly. “We’ve missed you. What took you so long to send for us?” Jon-El asks with a grin. “Avi was starting to worry.”

“How soon.” Bruce spoke up sudden though he tried to keep composed he was clearly a man of many out of hand children who gives him stress. “Have you prepared a place for them, we need more time than just a heads up.” He sighed as he gestured a hand to call the head butler to him. “Please send a letter to Talia for me, we must have a… talk.” He says, clearly not pleased his youngest son was in an arranged marriage- to a harem of no less.

“Very good, master Bruce.” Alfred said bringing out a quill for take a quick note to draft the letter. The others in the dining hall began to speak over one another of this very sudden news to them.

Damian Wayne is of the house of Al Ghul and the youngest crown prince of Gotham. He hasn’t come from the land, instead having been raised up by his mother and grandfather in the ways of martial arts and magic, still an heir and prince but it was a entire new experience to relearn his ways once his mother sent him to take his rightful titles in Gotham by his father.
He learned he had elder brothers, not of blood, but earned spots that he had to reluctantly come to learn about and respect. He was slowly assimilating to life in the kingdom, but he’s failed to admit a few little bits of information to his family that perhaps he should have.
“…it’s the way of house Al Ghul, of course I am engaged.” He says at the table, frowning a his father at the head of the table and ignored how his elder siblings were reacting. “Two in fact.”
“A harem!?” Richard says, the eldest prince was the first to snap out of the shocked quiet and he was quickly followed by a snort from Jason, their black sheep. The second eldest who had lowered himself to becoming a mere knight by choice.
Timothy seemed considering, as to why he’s not considered a harem of his own himself. The third eldest was from another noble line the house of Drake, and Stephanie, of the palace guards started to laugh along with Jason.
He frowned at them, feeling his hand twitch in annoyance with restraint to not throw his table knives. It was not befitting of a prince. “Yes.” He gritted out in space of his fathers silence. “I have said as much. They arrive soon, Jon-el of the house of El, and {{user}} of house-“