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DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP BELIEVING
IN TRUTH, IN GRACE, AND IN GRIEVING

 
Time seemed to be passing him by with an alarming speed, the days beginning to blur into each other and with each one he found himself more and more chained to the citadel. The thin wisps of ivy held him like chains, slowly claiming him for the earth just as they had the statues in his courtyards. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving himself rest for just a moment before opening them again -- but the bleariness with which he was beginning to see the world had not gone away. He flicked an ear in the direction of his door, a muffled voice calling his name. He was of half a mind to ignore the distraction, needing to get through the tedious study that he was doing. So many reports to read, so many matters to address. He still had yet to fill his ranks -- meanwhile his fellow sovereigns had held a full court for weeks.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the weary stallion got to his feet and straightened his appearance. He ran a hand through the dark locks of his hair, hoping that he did not appear as haggard as he felt. The Sovereign of Dawn Court had something of an open door policy, inviting those that he technically ruled over to come visit his quarters with no invitation needed. Needless to say, it had resulted in some rather odd working hours and even more odd requests, but he felt it was important to be a connected and approachable king even while so many attempted to put him on some lofty pedestal.

Smoothing out his weary expression, he swung open the door to be greeted with the smell of vanilla and coconut. He would have known that smell anywhere, even if he had been a blind man. Liesel was a hard woman to miss, one of the few warriors of Delumine and even fewer women serving in such a capacity. She was also undeniably beautiful, with an agile grace that he had yet to see duplicated -- and the king found himself struck by her in some way that he could not yet explain. He swallowed hard at the sight of her, surprised by the rapid increase of his heart as he met her gaze with a dumbfounded look.

He blinked, clearing his throat which had a sudden parch to it.

”Liesel.” He said, his voice sounding more sure than he expected it to. ”Good morning! How can I help you today?” A smile had curled up onto his lips, a common expression for the winged stallion. Though he was troubled, he rarely let it show to others -- certainly not wanting anyone to worry after him anymore than they already did. Kasil shifted his weight to block his doorway, suddenly aware of the disarray of his quarters. He had no idea why he felt such a way, these feelings foreign to him. He had always been a man of the law, and rarely noticed such things as beautiful women.


 

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@Liesel