[P] the worth of passions pledged —

[Reichenbach]

ON RAGLAN ROAD ON AN AUTUMN DAY I SAW HIM FIRST AND KNEW THAT HIS DARK HAIR WOULD WEAVE A SNARE THAT I MIGHT ONE DAY RUE Night had fallen, the time of stars and secrets, tender kisses and raucous life - the foundation of their Court. Reichenbach had been at the lake almost all day, wandering, thinking, deciding. The positions of his court would need to be filled by those that upheld the values of Denocte and had their peoples best interests at heart - whether they be foreign or familiar mattered little to the new Sovereign. After all, was Denocte not built from outcasts and travellers? Calligo herself had been dismissed by her siblings, and as it was, their own Sovereign was an orphan, unwanted by the blood of his mother and father. Reichenbach did not often linger on that part of his past, leaving it to loiter like a poisonous shadow underneath the crook of his careless smile and jovial eyes.  Instead, he focused on his most recent history - and the task at hand. He had summoned two to the lakeside, sending one of his little orphan boys to find and deliver a message to each man: "Reichenbach asks you to join him at Vitreus Lake" Had either man asked what the meeting might be about, the orphan would not have known, understanding only that he was to deliver the message and then gather a reward waiting for him at the keep. Reich could see each mans reaction clearly - Lothaire would have studied the boy, cool and collected, memorising each feature on the boys face and storing the information away. Camdis (the name sent a finger trailing down Reich's spine) would have simply nodded and set a path for the lake, long locks trailing behind him silently.  So Reichenbach waited, two questions dangling from his lips - and two men coming to answer them. ON GRAFTON STREET IN NOVEMBER WE TRIPPED LIGHTLY ALONG THE LEDGE OF A DEEP RAVINE WHERE CAN BE SEEN THE WORTH OF PASSIONS PLEDGED @Camdis @Lothaire  ew for my starter but EXCITED.

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