M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
"Bexley!" The fare maiden's name has whistled form his lips as he left the court, wings spread and headed in no other direction but towards the serenity that the Oasis might provide. Maxence had considered Seraphina's propositions and advice and so would set out to question Bexley and set her and the commoners with a task; and a very important one at that. Solidifying their relationship with Dusk was a plan Day would guard safety. It was not to be trifled with, or their small faction would surely falter - the loss of such an alliance would delay progress, specifically in living conditions and health. For these reasons Maxence had sought out Bexley, hoping she was either at the court or already at the oasis in order to present her with a diplomatic mission. Parties and fanfare were certainly not the lion's expertise, so of course he had sought out the help of someone he assumed was greatly versed in it. A gathering here at the oasis while autumn was still young and the hot weather was still mild was a gentle, friendly way to initiate peace between two courts. A feast of sorts. |
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