It's your mother.

Jana bounds up to the door, answering it, revealing your mother. She's wearing her human guise, thankfully, and a prim and dignified bearing.

“Hello.” Marissa says, bowing her head towards Jana.

“Lady Marissa.” Jana remarks, curtsying in response as she makes to allow your mother inside. “I don't think we've ever had the pleasure. I'm Jana, Donald's companion and a-”

“Yes, I think Donald mentioned you.” Marissa remarks, the slightest hint of a smirk breaking out onto her face. “At the Contests.”

“Marissa!” Donald says, rising to join the two women “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”

“I came in search of my son.” Marissa notes. “Since I'd heard the two of you got along so... famously, I thought this would be a good place to look.”

“Well, you found me.” You interject. “What is it, mother?”

Casting her eyes from you to the two Beathans, Marissa gestures for the door.

“This is best discussed privately.” Marissa notes. You oblige her, the two of you stepping out of the suite and into the corridor.

“A fine pair you've found there, Edward.” Marissa teases you. “I can see why you enjoy spending time with them...”

“Enough, mother.” You say. After her escapade with Kara this morning, your patience for your mother's endless salaciousness is wearing thin. “What do we need to speak about?”

“My father has called for us again.” Marissa tells you. “We must ride out tonight, to be with him.”

“Tonight?” You ask, a little perturbed. “But we've only just arrived!”

“Peace, my son.” Marissa reasons. “The Devil's Throne is close. We can travel there after dark, treat with my father and be back before dawn. Our absence will not be noted.”

Sure enough, it was late in the year, and the night would be long enough to shield your comings and goings.

“I'm not sure I'm ready to meet him.” you admit, shifting your weight.

“Fear not, Edward. Arinum means you no ill will, quite the contrary in fact. He's... different from most demons you've ever heard horrific tales of. To him, the blood that flows between is a mark of loyalty greater than any feudal oath or treaty.” Marissa explains, her tone soothing you a little as she waxes lyrical on her father's merits.

“I will come for you tonight, son. Be ready to travel, and to have your world expanded.”

With that, Marissa kisses you, then makes to leave. You let her go, wandering back into Donald and Jana's rooms.

“Ach, yer maw's still looking good, Edward.” Donald says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “Am I still alright tae go after her?”

“Donald!” Jana interjects.

“Easy, Jana. We've discussed this before. Edward's given me his blessin', and I know I have yours.” the crown prince notes.

“You're welcome to try to bed her again, Donald.” you admit. Though knowing your mother as well as you did, in every way, you doubted much of an attempt would be needed. “Not tonight, though. M-my mother is likely to be... indisposed.”