M A X E N C E SOVEREIGN OF SOLTERRA
The sovereign grew increasingly absent as the preistess rose from the crowd, taking her place first beside him and then a pace ahead. It was then that his attention was drawn, his blue eyes climbing up her legs and over her neck until he reached the preacher's own eyes with a frown. This was a meeting, not sunday mass, and whether she was praying or not Maxence still wished for the right of personal space and to stand before these people as their sovereign. For Inkheart to declare her space in the way of his own felt like a direct challenge to the king primarily, and while he would not dare apprehend it in the midst of prayer, he would certainly remember her bold and un-calculated move. The king easily lost concentration during praye,r his eyes wandering about the hall until they found a point to stare at upon the floor (perhaps he even looked like he stood in reverence at this stage) though in truth, Inkheart's prayers would always make him uneasy. Her blind faith and soul-surrendering worship was beyond terrifying. When the words were over, the King felt as though he could finally breathe. Looking over the people and each individual face, his brows raised once again for a rare fourth time and he wished them on their way. The meeting was concluded. "Solis be with you brothers and sisters" This concludes the meeting, thank thou. @Serein @Voltaire @Eithne @Aryel @Victorina were NOT in attendance. These characters best have a good excuse for not heeding the sovereign's summons! Oz was away on court business so is excused. |