Don't Forget the White Sails

For several weeks, Rhazien had been keeping a secret. Even Medulla was unaware of the news he received from his brother- of the gift Apollyon was sending for his son, to congratulate him on his achievements. A bride worthy of becoming The Syndicate’s Sultana. Weeks ago, this would have been joyous news to the Sultan- a new, shiny wife to play with, while releasing his frustrations and depravities on his Sidi. But things had changed; Aurelia was murdered by Sephiran’s paws, his children given to Absinth and Aresenn to raise. Since then, he’d spiraled into a cycle of madness- even Rhazien was struggling to regain control of his nephew.

With the recent events, Rakia’s impending arrival had slipped his mind; it wasn’t until the start of the Spring season, that Rhazien recalled his brother’s message. She will arrive in the spring. The older Saxe wanted to intercept her before she arrived at the Syndicate- he wanted to warn her of Sephiran’s rule, and the dynamics of their kingdom. She’d need to pass through the wall to reach the north- he knew he’d run into her eventually if he patrolled it more often.

Arriving earlier that morning, Rhazien instructed his companions to work alongside the ravens, and report any strangers they found. Several hours passed before Zemir tracked down a female wolf, claiming she was a loner walking the length of the wall. Rhazien slowly tracked her down, finding her on the other side of the Wall. Apollyon hadn’t described the girl, other than her age. And this girl looked close enough. “Hello,” He called out, approaching her with his usual, disarmingly affable demeanor. His lips are pulled into a charming smile, his aura exuding confidence and charisma. “Enjoying the scenery?” He attempts small talk, wanting to see if she will take the bait before he delves deeper.

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