Times were changing all over Novus. New leadership was taking place in all the courts and for a moment, Rhone wondered what it meant for Novus. Never had there been four new sovereigns all taking the throne days apart. There was chaos and uncertainty and Rhone could feel it deep within his bones. Even the greenery spoke to him. Trees told him tales of unrest while grasses told him of movement of individuals. People didn’t know what to say or do. Confusion run rampant and confusion only led to unrest. He had seen it before.
But as he stands amongst the crowd, he has hope that Terrastella will not fall victim to the uncertainty brewing. He can only hope that they will hold strongly together and find a way to meander the unknown together.
He watches as Elena comes forth, a mare he has not had the opportunity to meet but knew of her by name. He knows the look in her eyes, the fear. He had been there not once, but twice. He knows the uphill battle she is facing and he wishes there were more that he could do for her than simply offer his support.
Rhone looks to his right and he can see Atlas. He offers the stallion a gentle nod, a silent hello. But then, Rhone brings his eyes to his new Sovereign. He listens quietly as she speaks, knowing she speaks true. He still worries for their future, about what will happen in the coming days, but there is a peace about him. He’s not sure where it has come from, perhaps Luvena.
When she finishes, he looks up to her with a soft and supple smile. "You have my unwavering support. And please know, if you have any questions or need advice, you are welcome at my doorstep." Very few know that he was once a king. Perhaps she doesn’t know that he knows the exact place she is in. One day, he might tell her this. One day, he might let others know his secret.
@Elena @Atlas
