Here on buisness

“I am.” He said, voice quiet, almost subdued. Betrayal in his family was not unexpected to him, not anymore. Though he wanted to trust them, a part of himself held back. But the conversation had turned now to brighter things. To his future with Ignita, and all that would entail. She didn’t know it yet, but he was going to marry her. He needed a betrothal gift forged, and a promise to be made. But this was their future.

Artorias seemed open to the idea, and Basilisk relaxed a little more, chuckling softly. “Actually, I was thinking of the Armada. In the heart of the Col, by the fire my Grandfather started.” He said, starting their future where they intended it to bloom.


"Basilisk"