#;drautos

[captaindrautos]

Drautos continued for @hardcormarshal from [here]

    Titus does not envy Cor.  The man is struggling to protect a King destined to die, and Regis has denied him the right to stand by his side during the signing ceremony.  King Regis must know his time is coming, it’s the only reason he’d order his marshal to be someplace so safe during tomorrow’s events.  In a way, Titus is happy.  He doesn’t want to see Cor die, the man has been a good friend.  It’s just a shame he’s too loyal to turn.

    “Don’t mention it.  None of this is ideal for anyone, we just need to get through the next 24 hours.”

[captaindrautos]

Drautos continued for @noctisinterrupted from [here]

    He was awake as soon as the door opened, but he didn’t move. He’d grown up always having to fear a knife at his neck in the dark, and even in the relative safety of the Citadel, being paranoid was a difficult habit to break.

    But the steps that made their way over to his bed were soft and short, and it was the young princling whose voice broke the silence of the room.  Titus opened his eyes and sat up slowly, “Prince Noctis.” He exhaled to keep himself from yawning, “Is something the matter, highness?”