KING OF THIEVES
"Bexley Briar... what are you doing here?"
His voice sounded wryly from down the hall, his steps near-silent despite the cool marble floors they walked upon. Reichenbach eyed Raglan as he entered the room, noting his fluffed up wings and gleaming eyes with no small amount of amusement - Bexley had this effect on almost everyone, it seemed. He couldn't blame the lad, Bexley was pure mischief, pure thrill and excitement, not to mention she was as pretty as the sun on water. Denocte girls were all smoke and flame, stars and mystery - Solterran girls were not often found within the halls of Night, not ones as pretty as Bexley.
"... and Silvertongue, here to charm Solterra into an alliance?"
He grinned, as if it were that easy. So far he had met all three other Sovereigns - though only two officially, Maxence he had faced and beaten upon the sparring grounds, something it seemed the commander had not forgotten. Perhaps Day and Night would always find a reason to dislike one another, their courts too fiercely different. Yet... Reichenbach adored Bexley, found great satisfaction in her sharp tongue and sharper mind - Rhoswen, too, he could not un-love simply for living in Solterra. So he dismissed caution, dismissed relations between Denocte and Solterra and focused purely on the happiness he had found at her arrival.
Now he could truly show Bexley why Denocte was a place to be adored, no matter how sun-soaked her skin was.
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