C O M M A N D E R - M A X E N C E
The King watched with a rare, content smile as the stag of lapis lazuli waded from the tower's walls and toward the library where all manner of answers and questions lay in wait under a hundred thousand pages and more. Finally, a dedicated and enthusiastic healer. Perhaps in due time it would become a possibility to relinquish the ban upon procreation and encourage it instead. As quickly as he had banished the thought from his cracked mind, it came hurdling back; his future as a potential parent was one that he never liked to contemplate for long, particularly when he despised most (if not all) children. As always, Maxence perished the thought, this time being the second occasion he had to fasten away his day dreams in the last five minutes. Soon the king turned back in to the hall, gaze of the ocean crossing each cracked wall and observing the imperfections of the tower's lower floor facade. It was a home he was proud of despite its blemishes, and day by day it improved. Voltaire's arrival had been a welcome and well received omen to the halls of the day court, one that the current King would remember as a great advantage to the empire for the coming years of his reign. |
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