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Albion
Unarmed
10-04-2022, 08:27 AM
Albion wasn’t blind, and he was certainly his father’s child. Light blue glass eyes roved her thin frame, she was growing into her body similarly to his own. She was gaining curves in eye catching places and the way she moved and held herself was nearing ethereal. The young man hadn’t ever looked at a girl like he did Avacyn, and the underlying agreements were possibly what had really opened his eyes. He was supposed to marry this princess.
She greeted him kindly, her work in diplomacy obvious as she spoke. Albion felt incredibly insufficient at that moment. He’d been spending far too much time sulking and moping while she was training to be a queen. Would he have acted differently if he knew that this was the path that was being prepared for him? He wasn’t so sure. "And it's good to see you,” he returned softly and offered a slight nod as she asked him to walk along with her.
He was most comfortable not talking so he listened as she spoke, and his massive ivory paws carried him beside her. Albion found himself enjoying her presence, just like when they had met at the festival. She was easy to be around, there were no negative emotions as she walked beside him, apologizing for not being there when her mother had made the proposal to begin with. Turned out there was a catch to the easy pairing Manea had brought up.
His pale eyes shifted to her features as she got to the meat of her reason for being here. Firstly, she would never truly be his, her heart was already given to the one that she loved: her sibling. Albi was struck, but he didn’t show the way her statement made connections in his mind. Was that why it was so hard for him to leave Scylla? Did he love his sister? Yes, but it didn’t feel like the same way Avacyn spoke about her brother, or the way that Chimera loved Siren.
Albion’s pale brow lifted as Ava went on to give him a deeper explanation of her family’s laws and what would be expected of him as she revealed the ugly truth of the matter. He would be a figurehead, he would sire her puppies, but their relationship would hardly be more than farce. Albi would show his face by day, but by night he would be left to his own devices, not even allowed to share his own ‘wife’s’ bed.
"I don’t appreciate the prospect of being your pet for the rest of my life.” Albion said flatly. He aspired for a high rank because he wanted his father’s approval; he wasn’t sure it was a worthy consolation prize for becoming a false king. There were other considerations, but how did he voice them when he didn’t even fully understand their situation? "I can’t help but believe this decision would doom me to a lonely existence.”
"Albion Baskara Klien"
She greeted him kindly, her work in diplomacy obvious as she spoke. Albion felt incredibly insufficient at that moment. He’d been spending far too much time sulking and moping while she was training to be a queen. Would he have acted differently if he knew that this was the path that was being prepared for him? He wasn’t so sure. "And it's good to see you,” he returned softly and offered a slight nod as she asked him to walk along with her.
He was most comfortable not talking so he listened as she spoke, and his massive ivory paws carried him beside her. Albion found himself enjoying her presence, just like when they had met at the festival. She was easy to be around, there were no negative emotions as she walked beside him, apologizing for not being there when her mother had made the proposal to begin with. Turned out there was a catch to the easy pairing Manea had brought up.
His pale eyes shifted to her features as she got to the meat of her reason for being here. Firstly, she would never truly be his, her heart was already given to the one that she loved: her sibling. Albi was struck, but he didn’t show the way her statement made connections in his mind. Was that why it was so hard for him to leave Scylla? Did he love his sister? Yes, but it didn’t feel like the same way Avacyn spoke about her brother, or the way that Chimera loved Siren.
Albion’s pale brow lifted as Ava went on to give him a deeper explanation of her family’s laws and what would be expected of him as she revealed the ugly truth of the matter. He would be a figurehead, he would sire her puppies, but their relationship would hardly be more than farce. Albi would show his face by day, but by night he would be left to his own devices, not even allowed to share his own ‘wife’s’ bed.
"I don’t appreciate the prospect of being your pet for the rest of my life.” Albion said flatly. He aspired for a high rank because he wanted his father’s approval; he wasn’t sure it was a worthy consolation prize for becoming a false king. There were other considerations, but how did he voice them when he didn’t even fully understand their situation? "I can’t help but believe this decision would doom me to a lonely existence.”