Traveling Soldier

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Never one for smooth entrances he would of course be looked at with eyes filled with wonderment and curiosity. He would be faced with wondering what they were truly concealing from him, and a part of him had to wonder if his niece and nephew harbored ill thought for him. Azalea had been strong through and through for her pack, noticeable and grand. She was a pretty thing and a fine Adravendi, regardless of if her surname gave her a sense of entitlement or not. Gael, had been absent, though, it was not something Syrinx would condemn him for. After all, he too had lacked the proper appearance in society to become an adequate king. What a shame. Still, his chance was on the horizon and he had no doubt that with time he would become a perfect and flawless ruler.

His eyes watched Azalea carefully, wondering what the healer's daughter was capable of. Though, all things considered, she did not just hale from a healer, in her veins was also the blood of an incredibly powerful man. A warrior. Which had she chosen? Or had her talents been compromised. Perhaps she was better suited to be a mercenary, a woman of tact and diligence. Dedicating her life to doing something greater. A question dropped from her lips and he shrugged his shoulder, "Likely find Eos. She wants her own kingdom, and I've no doubt she'll get one. I, of course, will pledge my allegiance at her side and rule beside her," There was something he did not know yet, something foreign. Not only would his sister become a queen at his side, but quite bluntly, a Queen entirely. His Queen. His wife. It was likely stir something for Valhalla, Adravendi's and even multitudes of men, but there was the fact that Syrinx would eventually learn he didn't care for criticism. Silence the foe; that was all there were.

"We all do," he very well knew that his attacking his sister came without justification and for such acts of obnoxiousness he had apologized, and would remain true to such words. Regardless of this, he would face each day like any other. He had digressed, allowing Chrysanthe her throne, and in the end, he supported her as though he had supported their father. Now any challenger to the throne would not only face defeat at her jaws, but destruction at his paws, "Cairo is perfectly fine, granted, I don't believe his time on this Earth is all too extensive," He knew his father's days were very numbered, alas, it was what came with the territory of it all.

"Truthfully, have either of you been trained in the art of combat?" Pr was it time for their uncle to step in and play a vital role to their survival?

"Speech!".