It was not Abigor that come to his rescue but another, Master Zenethor came briskly along the corridor and called out.
"Prince Saberion!"
Nirdor backed away from Sabre quickly, his face was angry, disappointed that he had been interrupted, it was he that called out.
"He is here Master Zenethor, He was almost passed out, I was not quite sure where to take him."
Zenethor came quickly and found Sabre resting against the wall, the young Daemon was paler than his moonlight hair and his breathing quick as if afraid.
"Thank you Prince Nirdor....your father is expecting you back at the table....Saberion your father has given you leave to go to your chambers, he too felt you looked pale and not yourself."
Nirdor was already striding angrily down the corridor and Sabre almost fell against Zenethor.
"Your timing was opportune Master Zenethor." Sabre said quietly, righting himself and standing tall.
"Prince Nirdor is most ardent in his affection...it was not wanted or reciprocated, But he is bigger and stronger than me and I dared not used magic. My father wants the Third and the Ninth as allies....though I would not suffer being raped to get him that!"
Zenethor laid a hand on Sabre's cheek.
"I will escort you to Ana...you are truly an enigma Saberion....too beautiful for your own good I think, many look at you as Nirdor does...you are an Incubus....but you are not allowed to be such, your father is wrong in this perhaps....keeping you innocent....it is not our way!"
He turned and started to walk towards Sabre's wing and the young Prince fell in alongside him.
"Its not my fault I favoured my mother!" He said sharply.
Zenethor shook his head letting the tone pass over him for now.
"You are a temptation to many....but you know this...but what worries me is the temptation you pose to one in particular. You fit Abigor's tastes in a partner a little too well, and he is sorely tempted by you. Do not flirt and play with him my Prince....you might find yourself like you were this eve and no one there to save your virtue!"
They reached Sabre's bedroom door and Sabre was silent, his eyes downcast, did Zenethor see him so clearly, did he know what they wanted from each other...him and Abigor.
Zenethor placed two fingers under Sabre's chin and tilted his face up to look at him.
"I know how much you want to be normal, to enjoy what all others your age do, you are young you want to experiment, to try....to enjoy....to be caught up in the ecstasy of a moment...with him....but you cannot. I know it is hard Saberion...but Abigor is not for you!"