It is in this moment that Rhone can only hope that he will prove Asterion right, that his choice to make Rhone champion was a good one. He had never asked for any of his roles, never asked to be king of the Rajputs or of the North. He never chose to be born into a leadership role, but he found that it came easy for him. Perhaps it was the right path and he just needed to have more faith in himself. Clearly Asterion saw something in him that even he was unaware of. He would try his best to be the stallion the title demanded. He hoped he would not let his court down.
It is Asterion’s words that bring him back to reality. He turns to regard the king, his head dipping into a nod. He intended to find Erd and bring him home. And if he could not bring him home, then perhaps he could at least unite the brothers once again. He hated seeing Ard so out of sorts. As his friend, he wanted nothing more than to see the man smile again. "No, thank you." His tone is soft, his eyes resting quietly on the king. He offers the man a nod and a smile, determined to keep his whits about him. No so much rode on his shoulders, he could not fail Ard and he could not fail his king.
He watches as Asterion leaves him in the quietness of the spring morning. He cannot help but turn his eyes to where the doe was once walking with her fawn, the pair having just passed beyond the tree line. He sighs softly, the weight of his new role heavy upon his shoulders. And with a deep breath, the bay begins his journey back through the court in order to find Ard. It was about time they headed out.
@Asterion - it’s quite alright with me <3
