Play my Song of Cellos
06-24-2014, 02:28 PM
Irune was not a slave, Vereux could see that. He had to get it through his head that he wasn't his father, if he was, no one would enjoy his company like the girls he knew. The best thing about being a king was to be liked by your people. While he was certain Isardis' thick skull only knew striking fear and dominance into others. There were plenty of other ways to manipulate. Far more sinister ways he would most likely use in the future to protect his family and specially Athena. They needed a change of pace, and that was what he and his beloved was giving them. Not the same old egotistical freak, though he still loved his father, it was time to stop looking up to him. He breathed out a little sigh, relaxing himself in the girls presence as she spoke. When she came towards him, he didn't make any objections. But it reminded him of what he had to deal with when the disease had struck. He had been stuck in the dark then, he had been sick with all the others. He wasn't sure where or what Eris was doing and part of him felt like he was letting Irune down because of that. "Plenty of us contracted the plague, I was one of them. And I've been trying to help Athena with the pack that I haven't seen nor heard from Eris. I'm sorry Irune, you will have to find her yourself." Vereux green eye watched her. His tail moved slightly as he placed his head onto hers for a moment. "If anything happened to your mother Irune, Glaciem would be without a healer. The sick would die, our fighters would rot. I cannot force you to stay as much as I want to. But if you ever come back, Glaciem will be here with a PLACE for you. It's not the same as it used to be. You'd actually mean something to them." Vereux said as he stepped away mildly uncomfortable. Speech, |