VELORCA TSEZAR LUDIMYR
please note: swearing ahead
Why had he been summoned to this gods-damned meeting? Just so that others could gloat and claim their place in front and above him? Velorca would have loosed an angry hiss if Avdotya hadn't been standing up there with the others, the only representative of a people slaughtered by the regime. Perhaps not this regime - but one like it.
Velorca Ludimyr was, in fact, a sore loser.
Even if he had not wanted a position in the court, seeing others promoted irked him to the bone. There was no outward sign of his displeasure, only the usual sensually bored expression he often wore. Until Maxence started talking again, spitting out laws and rules that Lorca knew he would not follow. Salute? Fuck that. He'd been a slave before, he wasn't going to be one again.
His lupine gaze slid to Avdotya, a weapon amidst the crowd of commoners. Loyalty wasn't a word Lorca was particularly associated with - but when it came to blood, to the Davke, to the gods-damned woman who had freed him... loyalty wasn't a question. It was the only rule he'd likely ever respect. So for her legacy he remained quiet, would linger. If that meant he had to provide for Maxence, too, so be it.
He wasn't fucking saluting though.
