t's settled then."

Isorath's lilac gaze followed Reichenbach's form as he stood, curiosity swimming in their crystalline pools as a scaled brow rose. If not for the way those silver eyes burned, or the wild grin painted upon the sovereign's dark lips, he would of been alarmed by the suddenness. Concerned that he had moved a piece wrong on the delicate board of porcelain crafted between them.

Coming?

"You couldn't keep me away." He replied silkily, the curiosity in his iris' replaced with mischief. Isorath rose in one graceful movement, a dancer who had repeated the movement until it was perfection. Silk moving against lace, smoke across the mirrored water as Reichenbach beckoned him to stand. Momentarily, his eyes lingered on the hair ornaments upon the table. Rarely did he not leave his rooms without his hair pinned in place, but just this once...

The waterfalls of pure starlight remained in their loose curls, trailing behind him and catching the breeze caught by his momentum, as he stepped forward to join Reichenbach. He knew there would be eyes, how could they not be? They would not only look to him, as such was the price for being a unique oddity in a land not your own, but they would look and linger upon the King of Thieves who he accompanied. Shadow and Light stood side by side.

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@Reichenbach — off to the Markets they go!