In the light of the moon, darkness rises
07-19-2014, 09:09 PM
Time had passes since everything within these walls had been sorted out. Vereux had his mind set calm, collective, learning the ropes at a slow rate of what it meant to be a king. What it meant to be himself, and to stop comparing himself to his father at this point. The young man wouldn't want to intrude on the lives of his members as long as they were not bringing any harm to Glaciem. Their survival was the out-most importance, and as was their supremacy of the Armada family. Anyone of his family would hold precedence over anyone else. While there had been some debate over Athena and him taking on each others as mates, he had learned to ignore others opinions. Regardless of what happened to his children, he would try to raise them to be their own women and men, even if it backfired eventually. His confidence would be something he held dear to. As such the one eyed king would sigh before raising his head to see the dimming sun. Vereux would let out a howl to call for their overseer's, the two boys and his half brothers Drash and Sin. While he didn't know either personally, it was important to see that things were going smoothly. Of course everyone had been busy, meetings were going on like crazy, yet it was important for the king to be kept updated. It was his job to protect, to be the best king HE could be. Without his fathers shadow looming over him. Though he wondered if his brothers felt the same. Either that, or if they both thought him a fool at this position on the throne. ?I speak? |