As spring begins to blossom, Rhone is reminded how precious life is. He misses seeing new life born in the early spring morning. He thinks of his lovers, his children, his once subjects. He thinks of all of them now and wonders how they fair, if they even remember him. So many things had separated him from those that he loves, so many bad choices made and miles traveled.
And yet, he finds himself here in Terrastella, watching as the flowers bloom. He allows his magic to flow through him, to boost the flowers and increase them in number. Every day he has come to regrow Terastella after the floods and the wrath of the gods. Every day he watches new life bloom. Every day he thinks about all that he has loved and lost.
It is Asterion’s voice that calls him to the cliffs this very morning. He obeys the call of his king, following obediently and quickly. When he arrives, he realizes that he is the first to arrive, but there are others that are slowly filing in. He sees new and old faces alike, faces that he should like to build friendships with.
But when Asterion finally speaks, his thoughts are silent as he listens to his announcement about the opportunity to vote on a new leader. He had always been raised in kingdoms were monarchies are appointed, never voted. It is a unique concept, but one he can stand behind.
Asterion asks for votes and Rhone is silent for a moment. He looks through the crowd, looking for any that might be worthy of the role. He would never vote for himself, despite his experience as a leader. But there is something humbling about Asterion asking his people to vote. It was a sign of a strong and faithful leader, putting others before himself. Asterion was a good king and he would continue to do Dusk Court right.
Slowly Rhone steps forward, his eyes resting softly on Asterion, not caring at all what any others might think of him. They may not know him, for he is relatively new and stays amongst the crowd. He’s had his time in the limelight and it was now time for someone else. "Asterion, you rule your people well and by offering this vote, you have once again put your people’s needs before your own. A sigh of a good leader is one who is humble, which I can see that you are. I will continue to put my trust and faith in you, Asterion." He offers the man a gentle smile, filled with sincerity and hope. Hope for the future of Dusk Court, hope for a life that meant so much more. Yes, Asterion would get his vote with confidence.
