Lovis
I am made of
Memories
No matter how venerated all eventually knelt to the toll of time. The world's end would not be heralded by the loss of king or queen. Time did not mourn. It did not try to make sense of the abandonment of the throne. Time; Tempus, ushered Oriens to Delumine.
Andras' name was a murmur in those gathered. A cry. A shout. A celebration for what would be made by the guiding of his hands. His rule would not be eternal but in this moment, when his name was made gilded on the tongue of a god, it felt as though it could be.
Lovis was still in a crowd that jostled against him. He was quiet in the clamor of cheers. "Long may he serve," a mere murmur sent to lose itself in the gathered bodies. Well wishes carried on the breath of a prayer.
Andras' name was a murmur in those gathered. A cry. A shout. A celebration for what would be made by the guiding of his hands. His rule would not be eternal but in this moment, when his name was made gilded on the tongue of a god, it felt as though it could be.
Lovis was still in a crowd that jostled against him. He was quiet in the clamor of cheers. "Long may he serve," a mere murmur sent to lose itself in the gathered bodies. Well wishes carried on the breath of a prayer.
