Clad in Darkness

Chaos had been thriving the lands ever since the rulers became divided. Everyone was protecting their own monarchy. Most of them scared of what would happen if they did not. And so did he, but only because it had been the one thing he had been doing for years. If only until his sister in law would take over the throne of Fallen Skies so he was able to retire. Even though the lands got divided he had stand tall. Making sure the city was safe as ever as he had followed his plans to protect the walls even better. But the feelings about this city has never been te same. Home was not home anymore. The castle did not feel like a safe haven anymore, and his loved ones. Most of them were dead. Some because of the plague. Others he had just banished onto that dark memory palace he had created. It was a list he had been building up ever since his sister was taken away from him. It was a list that was growing ever since. Some have been dead for way too long. Yet he was still able to feel the bitter touch they left. It was making his brain feel sore, and his body felt weak. Though, you would not see a flinch of it in his face. He was inevitable as always.

He moves his way back to the windowsill only to let his blue gaze find the purple coloured lavender fields. He wasn't home. Yet he was either. This country was once what he used to call home. Yet it had left a black stain on his heart. Another one of the many. But it had also brought him so much to think about. And as the corners of his mouth curled up he pulled up the glass of red wine only to take a small sip of it.

The man was a thinker. Always been. Ever since he was just a small kid he was always drawing, fantasising things with his mind. Which ended up into a wide variation of tales, thoughts and knowingness. All safely stored until he would need it some day. Perhaps some day would be sooner than he thought. As he took a next sip while he still stared out off the window. Your grace. The lady whispered at him. It was a familiar voice. One he had found wandering in the woods of Nymmerwell just a month ago. A voice he would not dare to ever hear again. Larethian turned halfway around only to look into the dark brooding eyes of his sister. The dark and sinister laugh that was placed on her lips made him wonder what she had on her sleeve. And all he could do was smile back. sister.

We should be going by now. Soon it will be dark, and finding our way back home won’t be easy then. she hesitated in her words, yet tried to remain calm in the process. While he just showed her another frown with his brows. Home. What home.. as he gazed at her. Yet she did not pulled back when he approached her. Don't you see it Kendra? This fantasy we used to call home is no more. the 'smile' there once was on his face had vanished leaving nothing but a thin line on his lips when he took his distance from her. Leaving her alone in the room. He needed time to think. He needed air.

It wasn't his normal taste to go outside without his soldiers. Especially not in another country, and especially not while the countries were unstable as what. Not that it seemed to matter for him. As je moved passed his sister downstairs to the bar he managed to grab a coat and pull it around him. Ready for whatever may have to come. Luckily for him he wasn't wearing his formal clothing. It was nothing more than his beloved white blouse, a pair of trousers and his favourite belt. The one with the sigil of his house on it. A viper and a crown. Making his way down he eyed at some vague persons. Skinny, hairy and badly dressed they were, but here in the city there were enough vague persons to be seen. So he gave them his usual surly look and went on outside. His sister would manage herself in the room, brew a poison here and there. Like she would always do.

It was not like he paid that much attention to vague persons at a bar. He had seen them in these taverns and cafe's enough. They weren't anything special to him. Not anymore at least. As he thought back when he first met the boy. Special thing. Rikton must have been his name. And he was sneaky as hell. His lips form a small grin when he remembered his guards who were bamboozled by the guy. Yet the grin on his lips faded into a thing line when one of the strangers started talking to him. "You are expected." .. As he slowly stopped his pace. Only to turn slighty around towards the purple robed person. His head slightly tilted as he eyed on the smaller figures. First over the lady then the person closer to her. Who seemed to act more like a dog than a person. I beg your pardon? he said with a rasp in his voice. The one that told others that his life hasn't been all about jewels and gold.