[P] of gods and monsters

[Antiope]

Antiope

In the end we cannot hide there
are other worlds than these

While Antiope cannot claim to say whether or not Caligo has truly handpicked, gifted and trained these men she has seen no evidence of the gods doing such things in this world as the ones who made the Sovereign had done in her own. They were much more involved, it seems, in the lives of their subjects.

But truly, who is she, god-made, to say that what he believes is not true.

The woman descends the small number of stairs from the raised throne to where Tenebrae stands, as his brothers are led out of the room. She trusts the staff will treat them well, with the care and respect she has come to know of those who work within the walls of the castle. “Right this way,” she says, as she turns toward a door on the left wall of the hall.

He mentions Moira, and Antiope makes a small sound of confirmation. Denocte’s Emissary had disappeared for quite a while on them, leaving her duties to be piled upon other’s shoulders. She had not known that it was to these gentlemen that she had run off to. She had run from a man, into the arms of more. But if Antiope knows anything of Moira besides her sweet tooth, it is that the woman is horribly, hopelessly romantic, and always searching, aching, hurting for love.

The Emissary has slowly gotten back to her duties recently, and hopefully that bodes well for her personal life and state of mind. If her stay at their monastery was of help to her, then at least for that Antiope can be grateful.

She pushes open the door, which leads to a small but open anteroom, with a desk and a wall of bookshelves. It resembles an unofficial office, or study. There is one high arched window, which lets in diffused evening light. “So,” the Sovereign begins, her voice punctuated by the heavy sound of the closing door.

“As I’ve said, there is relative peace across the nations right now. I do not think that your brothers will be required to use their skills in war at this time.” She glances at the man, eyes bright but deep, deep, deep. “Tell me, what it is that you think you can do for me?”

"Speaking."

@Tenebrae

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