REICHENBACH ROMMEL
"Reichenbach? my King."
He took it as an invitation, stepping through the marbled threshold with the ease of a man comfortable within his own skin. The Night King swallowed the space in the room despite it's vastness, the candles flickering as his dark body passed and settled against the wall, leaning casually against the stone as he surveyed the open books and scrolls. There was a meticulousness to the room, the arrangement of information made clean and calming underneath the ex-King's care. His silver gaze missed nothing, eyes sliding to Isorath at the offer of tea — he could not help but to recall another situation such as this one, so similar it had been. Camdis Lohir enjoyed tea in his chambers, too.
Clearing the thoughts from his head, Reichenbach washed away any discomfort with another smile.
"Well if there's tea..."
He swept forward, lowering himself comfortably to the plush cushions below with a graceless plop. The skill with which Isorath handled the pot had the mahogany stallion smiling, impressed.
"As well as can be expected in these tumultuous times,"
His baritone voice began, filling the room and pushing against the cool glass of the windows. Tumultuous times indeed... Day had made their hostility well known, even if it hadn't been Maxence personally that had terrorised their Warden. Then there was the concern of their alliance with Dusk — his gaze subtly lingered on Isorath, a man whom had picked Dusk as his chosen Court, then slipped unconsciously to the starry night outside. Florentine was from the Dusk Court too. Reichenbach tried not to think of the complications that would undoubtedly arise when relations between their two Courts grew tense.
"You've heard of the Day and Dusk alliance, I presume?"
He asked, almost too casually. Reichenbach was a man founded on loyalty — it was why he had such a strong bond with his Crows, with those he considered family. Isorath had earned that loyalty when he had chosen to step above the squabbles of the Courts and try to unionise them with knowledge. He was well versed in the difficulties of ruling, too. A good man to have close by when politics escaped his grasp.
The Night King sighed, sniffing the air as the warm coils of steam from the tea curled around his black mouth.
"It's like the country wants war.. and that's not excluding Denocte either. Denoctian's are fiercely loyal, they aren't taking kindly to Rostislav's treatment."
He eyed the pale skinned man before him, admiring the pureness of his porcelain skin for a moment, so different to his own. Isorath seemed the kind of man that would have looked just as beautiful regardless of what he wore, where he was or how filthy his environment. Amongst the plush cushions and floating silks, the antlered man looked transcendent. He would have made an excellent Crow.
All of his Crow girls were beautiful, and the boys handsome — Isorath would be a bewitching weapon, just as Mila and Lavinia were, beautiful and all the more deadly for it.
"How are your studies going?"
@Isorath <3 xx
"Reichenbach? my King."
He took it as an invitation, stepping through the marbled threshold with the ease of a man comfortable within his own skin. The Night King swallowed the space in the room despite it's vastness, the candles flickering as his dark body passed and settled against the wall, leaning casually against the stone as he surveyed the open books and scrolls. There was a meticulousness to the room, the arrangement of information made clean and calming underneath the ex-King's care. His silver gaze missed nothing, eyes sliding to Isorath at the offer of tea — he could not help but to recall another situation such as this one, so similar it had been. Camdis Lohir enjoyed tea in his chambers, too.
Clearing the thoughts from his head, Reichenbach washed away any discomfort with another smile.
"Well if there's tea..."
He swept forward, lowering himself comfortably to the plush cushions below with a graceless plop. The skill with which Isorath handled the pot had the mahogany stallion smiling, impressed.
"As well as can be expected in these tumultuous times,"
His baritone voice began, filling the room and pushing against the cool glass of the windows. Tumultuous times indeed... Day had made their hostility well known, even if it hadn't been Maxence personally that had terrorised their Warden. Then there was the concern of their alliance with Dusk — his gaze subtly lingered on Isorath, a man whom had picked Dusk as his chosen Court, then slipped unconsciously to the starry night outside. Florentine was from the Dusk Court too. Reichenbach tried not to think of the complications that would undoubtedly arise when relations between their two Courts grew tense.
"You've heard of the Day and Dusk alliance, I presume?"
He asked, almost too casually. Reichenbach was a man founded on loyalty — it was why he had such a strong bond with his Crows, with those he considered family. Isorath had earned that loyalty when he had chosen to step above the squabbles of the Courts and try to unionise them with knowledge. He was well versed in the difficulties of ruling, too. A good man to have close by when politics escaped his grasp.
The Night King sighed, sniffing the air as the warm coils of steam from the tea curled around his black mouth.
"It's like the country wants war.. and that's not excluding Denocte either. Denoctian's are fiercely loyal, they aren't taking kindly to Rostislav's treatment."
He eyed the pale skinned man before him, admiring the pureness of his porcelain skin for a moment, so different to his own. Isorath seemed the kind of man that would have looked just as beautiful regardless of what he wore, where he was or how filthy his environment. Amongst the plush cushions and floating silks, the antlered man looked transcendent. He would have made an excellent Crow.
All of his Crow girls were beautiful, and the boys handsome — Isorath would be a bewitching weapon, just as Mila and Lavinia were, beautiful and all the more deadly for it.
"How are your studies going?"
@Isorath <3 xx
