Somnus  Kasil's following words held a somber tone, and a pang of regret arose in Somnus' golden breast. He had not meant to bestow uncertainty upon his sovereign's shoulders, a mantle that was already so dreadfully heavy. He did not mean to trouble him, to press for inquiries, to add to his surely tumultuous stresses that he handled with poise and dignity upon every passing day. Still... It was in Somnus' nature to question, to implore. To offer advice, to do what he could. After all, his prowess was his silver tongue. He was no warrior. Not in body, at least. His words held a wisdom that belittled his years. Indeed. It would be foolish for Kasil to wear himself on his sleeve, to allow friends and foes alike to truly get to know him, to see what he was all about, to know his strengths, his weaknesses, and ultimately judge him for it. Somnus shifted where he stood, only then letting his eyes wander from the Dawn King's dark body. His eyes roamed, taking in the roses, the mortar, the courtyard of the Dawn Court. The night air was crisp, not another soul was about, and when Somnus finally spoke, the accented lilt of his voice was low, but honest. "Indeed. Perhaps one day, I shall... But be cautioned, my young King; every grand actor must seek reprieve. I would loathe your mask to falter amidst the most unsavory of critics." The smallest hint of a smile upturned the tactician's dark lips, and his eyes, alight and free of the previous somberness, glittered amidst the moonlight as the clouds overhead passed on, allowing the moon's glow to radiate amidst the courtyard unhindered. "To speak frankly, Kasil; I worry for your burdens, and I offer my services forever at your disposal to ease the strain. Strangers we may be, but we are both united in our cause of assisting the workings and welfare of our Court. By association to the Dawn Court's well-being, I worry over yours as well. For you are, in my eyes, one in the same." For without their sovereign, their Court had little else. |
@Kasil - So sorry for the wait, hun!
