M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
He remained vigilant and wary as the woman of dusk-lit eyes and a stare of knives spoke to him with words of well counselled advice and caution. It was refreshing to hear such topics leach from another mouth and not just the broken lips of his rivals and finally he was washed with a feeling of humble belonging. Deep within now he though he had a team - he was not alone any longer and seraphina and Avdotya along with the day court were a truly terrifying team. Taking her suggestion on board with a nod of his head, Maxence soon narrowed his eyes when the woman told him that some of the champions, namely Inkheart, felt as though they were without direction or order. "These past weeks I have laboured to build a food garden and adequate training grounds for the warriors. I asked for the champions help and their ranks, only very few showed up. If they feel they are without order it is simply because they are ignoring the ones they have been given" Maxence rumbled, the voice of a lion echoing over the stone from behind his downturned lips. Turning his head in the direction of the emissary, Maxence soon found her speaking of the next matter at hand. Florentine, a dusk and day alliance, a celebration - all things he cared little about but seemingly had to oversee. "Very well" the commander spoke gruffly, straight forward and to the point. He wished to see the work done and to leave the heinous task of organising such a celebration to the experts - the commoners. Adding one more thing to his mental checklist of jobs; it seemed all the champions would be getting a visit sooner or later. Then came the final matter, one that simply caused the stag to look away and sigh with a disgruntled urgency for the conversation to end. "If it is war they want they'll have to cross the entire canyon, and with what army?" Maxence almost smirked, though what she spoke was true and it was becoming obvious upon his marred face that he was submitting to defeat and giving in to guilt. Perhaps he knew it was far too brash to just kidnap a warden without consulting Seraphina, and deep down he heartily agreed with her, though he'd never give her that satisfaction in a million years. Lions were far too proud for that. "I will meet with Reichenbach." @ |
