Don't Forget the White Sails

Deep, baritone laughter resonated from Rhazien’s chest, a single brow cocking at the girl as he basked in her comment. Either she’d heard about his Casanova tendencies from others in the area, or she was the girl Apollyon was gifting to his son- both options were interesting nonetheless, piquing his curiosity.

Thankfully she was the latter option, introducing herself as Rakia Perreau- the same name Apollyon had given in his message. She voiced her purpose, vowing to serve beneath the new Sultan’s rule. And Rhazien flashed her a delighted smile. “Rakia Perreau,” He echoes her name, reaching a paw out to her, wanting her to place one of her smaller, more delicate paws in his. “Your beauty precedes you,” He says, bowing his head slightly to greet her. She may become the Sultana someday, after all. Getting on her good side would be beneficial.

Stepping back, Rhazien releases a small sigh, his demeanor shifting as he takes on a more serious expression. “Sephiran Saxe has taken control of three territories- the Sparse Pines, the Polar Sound, and Ardens Glacies.” He explains, motioning beyond the wall with a flick of his muzzle. “His rule is similar to his father’s, but,” His voice trails off slightly. “He’s far more maniacal and labile than his father… more dangerous.” Although his tone didn’t show it, Rhazien was warning Rakia. She was about to step into a monster's domain. “Come, walk with me. I’ll tell you about our dynamics….” A short pause, as he motions her towards him with a wave of his paw. “… and some recent events you should be aware of.” Rhazien was a cryptic creature, a man who enjoyed mind games and exploitation. But for Rakia, he would not withhold the truth. She needed enough knowledge in her arsenal to survive what was coming.

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