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Hallowed Be

Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. Check out my Discord:

K Higgins · LGBT+
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Empyrean Rabbit - Part 17

Cele walked beside Rudolf in silence as a temple child escorted them through the corridors, awaiting the eventual fallout. It was clear the captain had words to speak.

And... Cele considered that if he had caught someone talking to Heiko in such a way that it resulted in that despondent expression, he, too, would have something to say about it.

But time pulled on, and their footsteps grew louder and louder, as if some sort of new and diabolical torture of its own, the captain remained tight lipped.

"I wasn't lambasting him."

That seemed to be a necessary qualifier. Cele wasn't sure how long into their interaction Rudolf had first heard them, but if he only caught the tail-end, then it was highly possible that the general's frustration could've been interpreted as a belligerent harangue.

Maybe that's how Heiko interpreted it, as well, he thought after a moment. The thought made him feel sick.