Kingdom of Jara

Chapter 1; Departure

‼️A/N; This chapter is pretty short but it's just the introduction. So just a warning it's fairly short.‼️

Mid-Morning

   "So, you actually got my mother to let you go outside of the kingdom?" Darin asked, putting his novel down and looking over to his future husband.

   "Yep. I'm going with Juno and an entire patrol team. I should be safe," Varin laughed as he packed his leather knapsack. His black eyes seemed to glitter in the sun that gleamed through the window that faced out to the courtyard of the castle.

   "May the gods protect you- the infected sightings have increased 3-fold," Darin said, getting out of bed. He was still in his silk, aqua night clothes. His dirty blonde hair and olive skin shone in the morning sun.

   Varin scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna be fine, dude. Slow your roll." He slung the bag over his shoulder and sighed, "Well, I hope to see you tomorrow- or the next day."
   Darin walked over and hugged his best friend, burying his face into the warmth of Varin's shoulder. The smell of his pine scented soap filled his nose. He would miss Varin. Varin hugged Darin back before the duo released each other. "I love you," Varin told Darin. The young man waved goodbye before heading into the cross halls and exiting the medieval-like castle that the Royal family, DCOJ members, guards, and servants all called home.

   He entered the courtyard where Juno ,the Demigod of Varia, waited along with a group of maybe 15 guards.

   "There he is," Juno chuckled. His deep brown hair was tied neatly into a braid. The servants always did great with his hair. "We were wondering where you were."

   "Let's get going you two. We can't waste our daylight," a guard said, him and the other guards beginning to lead the two DCOJ members out of the castle and into the town-where the... peasants lived. The peasants were the lower class. They all worked jobs that held the backbone of the Kingdom of Jara. You name it, they worked it. Bakers? Yep. Tailors? Of course. Farmers? Essential. Artists?  Duh. Hotel? Trivago.

   The guards and Demigods exited the walls of the Kingdom of Jara, where the peasants waved them off in a goodbye ceremony. Some people threw roses, others threw bread. The peasants were... gross... but they cared for who ruled over them- or that's what they made it look like.