Wow, it has been a whole year! Here is chapter two!

This chapter is dedicated to Nontacitare, their kind review inspired me to write this next installment. Thank you!

I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and revel in the greatness that is Dalamar and Jenna. ;)

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Justarius could barely believe what he was reading. The red robed mage crunched the battered missive in his hands - going through it once more.

My lord Justarius,

I fear that the burden of delivering disturbing news has fallen to me. I am unaware if this information is already known to you but, I felt it prudent to inform you either way.

It has become widely known news in Palanthas that your daughter, Jenna of the Red Robes, has become the mistress of the esteemed Lord Dalamar the Dark, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas. I had originally thought reports of their relationship was mere rumor however, I have received many reputable witness who will attest to the validity of these claims. Lord Dalamar and Mistress Jenna reputedly traversed greater Palanthas arm in arm a fortnight ago.

As your friend, Justarius, and having had the pleasure of seeing your dear Jenna grow up over these many years, I believed it best that I inform you of these troubling rumors. I care for Jenna deeply and I fear what disastrous things she may have gotten herself into. I hope that with this knowledge you can fully investigate these reports and find out the truth of the matter. I sincerely hope that this is all indeed rumor and that Jenna has not shamed herself in the way I fear she may have.

Fare you well my dear friend,

Keelian

Justarius smoothed the missive out flat atop his desk and took a deep breath as he tried to once again to comprehend the information enclosed herein. It was simply impossible, he tried to tell himself. It has to be just rumors, his Jenna would never do something so reckless. Would she?

Unbidden, Justarius mind flashbacked to the past which featured a much younger Jenna. A Jenna who may have always had a fascination with things that were too dangerous for her.

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Justarius stood looking out of the open window as he tried to keep an eye on his daughter and conduct a meeting with a peeved white robed mage.

He could just barely hear her voice over the din of room and it's occupant.

Jenna was playing out in the gardens of Wayreth with a few children of the visiting mages. The younglings were fascinated by Jenna, even at the age of twelve - it was clear how intelligent and beautiful she would one day become.

The other kids begged her to tell them stories of the things she had seen living at the Tower and tales of the people she had met. Jenna obligingly told them stories, she adored being the center of attention.

Justarius tuned out of her storytelling for a few minutes as he focused on the complaining mage. His attention was returned to the children outside however when he heard his daughter speaking a little too fondly of Nuitari.

"Well, haven't you always wanted to see it as well?" She eagerly questioned her captive audience as she referred to the black moon only seen by the dark mages. "I bet it is truly mesmerizing." Jenna continued, her melodic voice entrancing her young listeners. "I would imagine that it shines with eerily luminescent onyx light - mirroring the mystery surrounding it." She finished, sounding way more well-spoken than an average twelve year old - the result of growing up in a Tower of High Sorcery.

Justarius was about to shout out his window to interrupt for he felt that it was improper for his daughter to speak of desires to see Nuitari but, she quickly began to speak of other matters and the subject was dropped. He soon forgot about it as he continued to be bombarded by nagging from the young mage in his chambers.

More forgotten memories bombarded Justarius as he reflected on his daughter's past: the dangerous stories she would tell the other children, her uncanny ambition that made her take unwarranted risks, and the worst - the time he caught a teenaged Jenna kissing one of the black robed apprentices at the Tower.

With all these memories coming to the forefront of his mind, he began to worry that perhaps these accusations about Jenna and Dalamar were true…

No, that's impossible, Justarius dismissed the idea. His darling Jenna would never become the mistress of one like Dalamar the Dark, not only because he is a black robed mage but also because Jenna knows how much he personally dislikes the dark elf - she would never do what those horrible rumors suggested.

Determined to ease his mind and to be able to put these scandalous rumors to rest, Justarius decided to travel to Palanthas to ask Jenna personally.

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Jenna was straightening a few spell books when she heard the pleasant chime that signaled that she had a customer. She was a tad disappointed to have a patron come in so close to closing time for she had plans this evening that she could not wait to attend to. Plans that involved a certain powerful dark elf that Jenna was quite enamored with.

Putting on a polite smile, she whirled around to face her guest. Her eyes light up in surprised recognition.

"Father!" She exclaimed, coming forward and giving him a small hug. "I was unaware that you would be visiting." Jenna said bemusedly - she had assumed that her father would inform her of an upcoming visit.

"Hello, my daughter. I apologize for the abrupt visit I just had heard something disturbing and I needed to come to you immediately so that you could put my worries to rest." He stated with a paternal smile not wasting much time on pleasantries.

At her father's words, Jenna's heart constricted in concern - was it possible that he knew about Dalamar? If he did confront her about her relationship, she knew that she would not deny it. However, she decided that it would be most advantageous for her to pretend to be unaware of what it could be that was troubling him.

"My father, these are not pleasant words to hear." She began with a small frown, playing the concerned daughter perfectly. Dalamar had taught her much in the ways of manipulation and deceit - lessons she was incredibly grateful for. "What is it that worries you?"

Justarius let out a nervous chuckle. "I had heard distressing rumors that you, my dear Jenna, had become the mistress of one Lord Dalamar the Dark." He studied his daughter's features expecting to see a look of shock - she was supposed to be astonished that her own father would accuse her of such horrible things. However instead, Justarius saw...resignation?

Jenna stood her ground and looked him straight in the eye. "They are not just rumors, they are the truth." She said simply.

Her words hit Justarius like a physical blow with their potency.

"Jenna this is no joke," He replied, sincerely hoping that this was all an elaborate albeit not humorous jest.

"I know, father. This is no witticism," She affirmed. "I highly doubt Dalamar would enjoy being considered humorous in this context." Jenna added wryly.

Justarius stood in indignant silence for a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts. It was an almost impossible task for pure shock and rage coursed through him. Jenna had always been so smart, surely she could see how foolhardy a relationship with the Head of the Order of the Black Robes would be.

"No daughter of mine would ever give herself to - to a black robed elf!" He shouted, his features contorting in anger - fueled further by Jenna's apparent nonchalance.

Jenna retorted calmly with an almost wicked smirk. "Well then, I suppose that I am no daughter of yours, Justarius." She cruelly emphasized his name.

"You will not speak to me in this way, Jenna!" Justarius spluttered, unsure how to react to her uncharacteristic callous nature. "You owe me respect and an explanation! How could you shame our family in this way?"

Jenna scoffed at his dramatics. "I would owe my father respect but seeing as I am apparently not your daughter - I don't owe you paternal respect or an explanation. However, I shall respect your rank, my lord Justarius." She conceded. "And I will tell you this, whom I take as my lover is none of your concern. I have chosen to 'give myself to a black robed elf' as you so eloquently stated. And beyond that, there is nothing you need to know." She said sardonically. Internally, she was seething, furious at her usually logical father for not approaching this matter calmly.

"Jenna - " Justarius tried to speak but she cut him off.

"Now my lord, if you are not going to be purchasing anything this evening, I must ask you to leave for it is past closing time." Jenna stated, an icy mask hiding her true emotions. "Any other time, I wouldn't particularly mind having a customer such as yourself stay past closing however, I have other plans this evening that I have been eagerly awaiting to attend to. Plans, as a matter of fact, that involve my lover that you seem to be so curious about." She continued cruelly as she began to guide her dumbstruck father out of the mageware shop.

Jenna essentially pushed him out of the shop and couldn't resist throwing out one more barb. "I am positive that my dear Dalamar will love to hear about the conversation we just had. I'm sure he'll find it quite amusing. Good evening, sir." And with that, she shut the door in his face and locked it loudly.

She was furious. Jenna hoped that Dalamar's cool logic would be able to calm her down...

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"One moment, my dear." Dalamar said smoothly from his desk.

He didn't need to look away from his guest to know that Jenna had arrived - she was the only one with both the audacity and the permission to enter his chambers unannounced.

Jenna's eyes narrowed when she realized who was standing in front of Dalamar's desk: her father. Apparently after being forced from her shop, he had headed here to disturb the black robe as well.

"You were saying, Justarius?" The dark elf questioned snidely.

Justarius glanced back at Jenna before returning his glare to Dalamar.

"I was saying that you must stop this relationship that you have taken up with my daughter - that you began without my permission - I might add."

Dalamar leaned forward, appearing in control despite his seated position. The dark elf let out a low, harsh chuckle. "My my, I see you have not changed. Still demanding things that are not in your power to control." He said coldly - looking every inch the powerful black robed mage that he was.

Justarius glowered back. "My daughter is mine to control,"

"Really?" Dalamar countered with a mocking smirk. "And here I thought that she belonged to me."

"If I recall correctly, Justarius," Jenna cut in, adopting the same mocking tone as her lover. "I am no daughter of yours." She stated as she perched herself on the arm of Dalamar's chair.

The dark elf looked gloatingly triumphant as he snaked one of his hands through Jenna's.

"I think it would be appreciated if you would leave us now, my lord Justarius." Dalamar said with polite words that were practically dripping with derision.

Justarius opened his mouth to retort but Dalamar interrupted before he could speak. "Now, sir. You have overstayed your welcome and offended my lady." His voice took on a dangerous edge. "Go." The black robe commanded, darkly imperious.

The red robe looked pleadingly at his daughter but her closed off, distant features offered no solace.

Justarius whirled his cloak around him angrily as he finally departed - leaving the other two mages alone in the study.

At his departure, Jenna let out a sigh.

Dalamar pulled her down into his lap, eliciting a small smile from her.

"Put him out of your mind for now, my love. Your father is acting the fool but I hope, for your sake, that he will see reason eventually."

Jenna nodded once, still lost in her thoughts.

The black robe brought his hands to her face, turning her to look at him. "Focus on me, Jenna. Don't let him win by ruining our evening."

"Of course, my love." She blinked hard, pulling herself from her stupor. She focused her attention on the dark elf's enticing angular features.

Dalamar's eyes took on a wicked glint that caused Jenna's heart to race.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply, pulling her firmly into his arms.

And in those arms Jenna found the satisfying oblivion that she so craved after her tumultuous day.

Internally, Jenna scoffed at those who thought her lover was a cruel and heartless mage for they have never known how tender and gentle he could truly be.

For the prince of darkness was truly a gentleman.

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