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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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Temperate Penumbras - Part 13

They wouldn’t use horses, Heiko had said. They were to sneak out during the dead of night and walk the length of the field to the forest edge. Simonese horses startled easily in there, anyway, so using them would only be a hindrance. Apparently, Burkean horses were more suited for the Grey Forest, so they would barter for some when it was necessary.

It proved to be a long wait for midnight, even when Cele was tucked into a room with Prince Heiko. He did not speak after explaining his plot and seemed quite comfortable in the silence that prodded angrily at the general’s boredom. He found himself a book and a seat, engrossed in the words scrolling across the pages. The king’s capelet rested on his right thigh, seeming both coveted and grossly out of place. Something seemed very off about it, but Cele knew if he inquired about it, he would only be scorned.