Mar 19, 2019
theseus had accompanied his father to the royal castle, just to be an active face in politics, and to visit the princes, see if they were boding well. he stayed with his father for much of the visit before he was told to be away, and eventually after strolling through the castle on his own, he encountered prince erasmus. the youngest marchant had a slight limp to his right leg but it seemed he’d survived the manticore attack relatively intact.
“your highness,” he greeted with a graceful bow of his head, raising it with a smile. “i’m relieved to hear and see you’re well. another drop of bergian blood shed on valtolian soil would have been a waste.”
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