Duke Alfred Hartengrove leaned back in his seat, his face a mask of irritation. For centuries, the demon monster had proven to be a disruption to the balance that he worked so hard to maintain in his domain.
To him, Guardians were unpredictable wildcards that operated outside the normal hierarchies of power. Not only that, but they followed their Summoners only. Even if the nobility ordered them to do something, they put their Summoners first and were fiercely loyal to them no matter what.
It was irritating how those who had magic and were lucky enough to be 'fated' were automatically set apart from the rest regardless of social standing or merit. He was the Duke of Stormhaven, and yet when a Summoner came to visit, he was expected to treat them grandly, to hold them in high esteem, to be very polite, and never to be rude.