SKYWARD

Doubt is warranted when no proof has yet been provided, is it not? The man would mirror the king's inquiry with one of his own and building the intrigue between them. A pause would linger between them as Deteste contemplated how he may respond to the king's investigation. It was certainly a complex situation and Deteste would of course not assume Jupiter's position for her. But in a moment his thought would tie together and an insightful statement would leave his lips. The Sol is not a vulnerable woman. She is a contemplative and firm leader, which you will agree is not a common trait among alphas at this time. Her choices are determined by diplomacy and not emotion. Show you are a capable asset. Not a warmonger. His sentence would close with thoughtful advice, yet Deteste did not doubt Isardis had a handle on the interaction to come. The man had only heard tales of the Glaciem King's temper, he was curious to see the method of his interactions with the Sol.



And the cream-crowned woman would arrive just as silence thickened between the men, her russet pelt a brilliant vermilion in the light of the setting autumn sun. The man's gaze would settle slowly upon the woman, his crown falling gracefully in her presence. As the man straightened himself again, the contradiction of the role before him would suddenly grasp him. Jupiter was beautiful and a fleeting worry that the Glaciem king may desire her upon sight would strike him like lightning. His dedication to the Sol was not so emotional but vindictive. Her affect of power and grace had settled itself into his moral judgements. To act against the Sol was sin in the man's skewed perspective. Yet his interest in Isardis would draw him from his worries and he would watch expectantly as the two interacted.


"Speech"