R E I C H E N B A C H
HE WAS LIKE A STORM,
HE WAS LIKE A STORM,
He entered the throne room in a flurry of movement, bringing with him the freshness of the crisp night air and a freedom that spread from wall to wall in a whisper. Reichenbach had many a thought to occupy his mind that night, as he had had from the moment the crown had touched his dark haired head — Courts and territories and wars, an endless circle that he was already growing weary of. He hadn't taken his mantle lightly though, and settled the burden squarely upon his muscular shoulders — so that his people did not have to.
Still striding forward, Reichenbach looked up breathlessly, halting in surprise as his slate eyes caught sight of Camdis Lohir — alive, standing. His face remained solemn for a moment before breaking into an easy grin, striding forward to place an honest hand upon his Regent's shoulder;
"Welcome back, friend."
He lingered there beside the crimson ex-King, smiling for a moment longer as he searched Camdis' argent eyes for answers. Many questions would be asked and answered, many plans formulated now that he had greater minds to aid his.
"Faida."
He said simply in acknowledgement of the wraith curved elegantly around the throne — a chair he had little use for, but respected all the same. Objects like the star-carved throne held a lot of symbolism, especially to the zealous and god-fearing. Reichenbach followed the slick path of the witchling, eyes wary as he pushed down the discomfort he felt in her presence — he'd never felt comfortable around the delicately boned woman, she radiated an otherness that did not speak of life and vitality but of dark arts and blood magic. Yet... she, too, was a citizen of their realm, a Denoctian just as worthy of his dedication and commitment.
His black lips curved into another smile, smaller this time, humming with a sense of mischief. That smile spoke of things to be told — plans to be revealed.
"We have much to discuss..."
A glance to Faida,
"Call a meeting with the Court"
He did not say when or where, knowing that his Regent was well versed in discretion and secrets — his page Raglan even more so. The Crows will also need to be called together, he noted to himself, a glimmer of anticipation brightening his argent eyes. A Crow meeting meant fighting and fists and bloody grins, taunts and booming laughter, sometimes a broken nose or two and always drink to be had.
His bright eyes turned to Faida, head tilting slightly as he considered her dangerous eyes, the undying thirst that seemed to drive her. In truth, her skills would have made for an excellent Crow — she was terrifying and fierce and Reichenbach had no doubt she'd killed before, and perhaps had other less savoury skills. Her eyes gave him pause though, finding enough volatile violence that he had not extended such an invitation — not that he could be sure she'd have accepted if he did.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Faida?"
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Still striding forward, Reichenbach looked up breathlessly, halting in surprise as his slate eyes caught sight of Camdis Lohir — alive, standing. His face remained solemn for a moment before breaking into an easy grin, striding forward to place an honest hand upon his Regent's shoulder;
"Welcome back, friend."
He lingered there beside the crimson ex-King, smiling for a moment longer as he searched Camdis' argent eyes for answers. Many questions would be asked and answered, many plans formulated now that he had greater minds to aid his.
"Faida."
He said simply in acknowledgement of the wraith curved elegantly around the throne — a chair he had little use for, but respected all the same. Objects like the star-carved throne held a lot of symbolism, especially to the zealous and god-fearing. Reichenbach followed the slick path of the witchling, eyes wary as he pushed down the discomfort he felt in her presence — he'd never felt comfortable around the delicately boned woman, she radiated an otherness that did not speak of life and vitality but of dark arts and blood magic. Yet... she, too, was a citizen of their realm, a Denoctian just as worthy of his dedication and commitment.
His black lips curved into another smile, smaller this time, humming with a sense of mischief. That smile spoke of things to be told — plans to be revealed.
"We have much to discuss..."
A glance to Faida,
"Call a meeting with the Court"
He did not say when or where, knowing that his Regent was well versed in discretion and secrets — his page Raglan even more so. The Crows will also need to be called together, he noted to himself, a glimmer of anticipation brightening his argent eyes. A Crow meeting meant fighting and fists and bloody grins, taunts and booming laughter, sometimes a broken nose or two and always drink to be had.
His bright eyes turned to Faida, head tilting slightly as he considered her dangerous eyes, the undying thirst that seemed to drive her. In truth, her skills would have made for an excellent Crow — she was terrifying and fierce and Reichenbach had no doubt she'd killed before, and perhaps had other less savoury skills. Her eyes gave him pause though, finding enough volatile violence that he had not extended such an invitation — not that he could be sure she'd have accepted if he did.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Faida?"
@Camdis @Faida yewww LOVE YOU GUYS <3
