M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
The words of the silver fox were the kind this soveriegn had hardly expected to hear from his people, especially the pale emissary of sunny stares and spearing half-smiles. At least she had noticed his efforts— it was becoming a thankless task and rather the kind people expected. If there was no food the people turned to him and expected it, if there was no water they looked to him and waited for it to pour into their laps. It were the leaders like Seraphina and Avdotya who sought to remedy this, and one by one the survivors of the desert were becoming survivalists. A half-smile had wormed its way into the King's cracked lips, perhaps more effected by Seraphina's warm words of encouragement and wisdom than he would ever let on. In return Maxence gave a nod of his own and a simple "Thank you for your service too, Emissary." Without the braided fox and the lioness Avdotya, there was little Maxence would have achieved. But the conversation turned toward Denocte as it always did, and with a nod of concern the commander endeavoured to soak in any insight the seasoned Solterran could give on the way of a Denoctian. She was right; they were crafty, and each with their own set of skills. Where Day Court conquered with courage and strength, those of Night would always thrive with what seemed like subterfuge, enthusiasm and cutthroat. "They are certainly dedicated" he turned his nose back in the direction of his sunny-eyed companion, his own gaze of the ocean turning to slits as the evening sun threatened to blind him. Then came words of warning, but the kind he dreaded. The commander had suspected such a notion for far too long, and to hear the emissary share in his suspicions was just as relieving as it was panic-enducing. There was a snake amongst true solterrans feasting on their rations, thier water, their hard work? Maxence grit his teeth and gave one last nod in the emissary's direction, and while he would never say it out loud he knew exactly how he would respond to such treacherous larceny. "I will find Reichenbach alone and speak as calmly as possible. It will be dangerous, so if after a few days I do not return, send Avdotya and the warriors. Capitol work, Seraphina" There were his final words to the warrioress, a stomp of his hoof radiating around the barracks as he saluted his comrade before making his departure down the ramparts. If there truly was a crow in their midst, it had bit the hand that fed it. Maxence would find it and he would silence it forevermore. @ YEEE maxie poo is off! great thread <3 |
