@nohreign II Starter Call
Julius had heard the latest in news. It hadn’t been pleasant, in learning of the actions his liege had been forced to take in self-defense. These inane Concubine Wars had rendered these children killed or killers, and likely not by will. Ah, Julius remembered keenly when his own first kill had occurred. Similar to little lord Xander, he had been barely a teen; despite his wishes against it, the attacker’s life had been snuffed out. Then again, Julius had done this while living on the streets, where no consequence were doled nor felt. Prince Xander would never be so lucky.
He approached the lad’s chambers, a startling disquiet accompanying him. It was an eerie silence, likely spawned from anticipation. What lied behind that door was a child with the melancholy of murder. However, Julius would not cower because of that. He knocked on the door, once, twice.
“Lord Xander?”
“I’m takin’ a gamble when I say you’re in there. But I think you are. I’d like to talk. Recent things ‘n all. Mind if I come in?”
