To say that the past few months have been easy on the archbishop would be a large understatement. From revealing his lineage to the public– of his relation to the late Lord Arvis, and proof that he bears the brand belonging to such a bloodline– in an attempt to keep those of ill will from seizing control of the trampled duchy, to actually rebuilding all that has been lost to years of war. On most days, Saias finds himself overseeing various things or speaking with the people, and on others such as this one, he remains cooped up in his cathedral, tending to the religious duties still expected of him. So, perhaps it is unsurprising that no priest in the land is without any their own set of jobs to carry out, and that the one Seliph chooses to speak with first happens to not be the archbishop, but instead one of the lower members of the clergy, and one that had just been leaving the extravagant building at that.
The priest nods, with a few, shaky words escaping from his form, asking the young king to wait there while he ventures back into the cathedral and fetches the person that he seeks. It would be terribly rude to make someone of his station find Saias on his lonesome, after all– especially when it would be far easier for him to find the archbishop himself, and would spare Seliph the agony of attempting to navigate the building, or endure being fussed over by the common-folk within its walls.
Regardless, the priest returns but a few minutes later, lagging a few steps behind the man in question, and after a few seconds of silence, Saias finally speaks up.
“…Lord Seliph, I presume? I must apologise for making you wait. It is an honour to finally meet you,”
By all means, he should be filled with anger the moment that blue eyes fall upon the visage of the boy that took the life of his father and is responsible for death of his half-brother, yet nothing of the sort begins to spark. How could be hold a grudge against him– the one who liberated the land from the Loptuous cult? That being said, standing before the young king does bring about a feeling of anxiety, for the archbishop does not know his reason for coming here of all places, and the back of Saias’ mind cannot help but worry that Seliph might have caught wind of his lineage, and came to investigate, harbouring anger towards him instead.
The tactician’s voice remains gentle and calm, even if the grasp on his staff tightens a little.
“–However, I must ask… what brings you here? Is something troubling you?”
✦ ▪ The king smiles, and awaits the priest’s return with eagerness, and some hesitance. He attempts to study the cathedral in which he stands - the decorations and the architecture which made up the building. Truly, it was a miracle this building had withstood the war - as it was with any building, the king thinks to himself. He had witnessed entire towns reduced to ruins during his travels. Those imagines remained with him, reminding him what his duty as imperial king was to be.
Putting on a false demeanor, the king attempts to fake confidence as the man he sought out appeared suddenly. He’d heard the whispers and rumours from his court - Saias bore relation to the late king Arvis and his son, Julius. To this end, the two were surely to be natural enemies, yet Seliph must remind himself of what his father told him once. The world was not as simple as black and white, or good and bad. Other factors came into play. Julius was once an ordinary, albeit sickly, child.. Arvis, too, had been a good man, once. Even if Saias was related to the two, that did not make him evil, and all his good acts proved as such.
“The honour is all mine, archbishop.”
He replies with a smile, assuring the other of his well-meaning intentions.
“I come on the recommendation of King Leif of Thracia - I do believe you met him, once, long ago... It is because of him that I have come with a proposition, if you would be willing to hear me out.”
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