King of Wolves

Viktor Valentina. 30. Alpha ruler of Sansoria. Could use a break, or a nap at least.

[kadenxharper-blog]

“It seems in Aurelia every alpha and noble deems themselves perfectly capable of protecting themselves, no matter how stupid that thought is.”

“I’ve been in this city often for work, and yes, the guards are this terrible. Riding a while hmm? Then would a bit of different company be welcome? I’m sure you’ve been traveling with those tough men types, a change might be as refreshing as a hot meal.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“I am not in a position, I suppose, to criticize how things are done here. But does it mean that they care nothing for the commoners? What about the humans, or the omegas and betas? Do they not think to provide them with a patrol, at the bare minimum?”

“Then things here are worse than I thought, but it also explains quite a bit about how this kingdom is run. The new queen will have her work cut out for her, surely. My men haven’t been such terrible companions. It is simply a tense time  for everyone. However, a guide around these parts would be much appreciated, if it is not trouble to yourself?”

[alexanderxbarrett-blog]

“If you wish for your head to be served on a platter by a rogue assassin or wandering sentry from Aurelia, then by all means, the choice is yours, your majesty,” Alexander commented, struggling not to let his irritation show much through the hiss of his teeth clenched together. “You lead and I advise, remember? I’m merely upholding my end of our new arrangement.”

“You must be hearing things, your Grace, for I said nothing,” Alexander commented, biting back a smirk and inspecting the country’s borders stretched out before them. He didn’t need to sketch the layout of an Aurelian festival; he knew these streets, these stones, this architecture like the back of his hand. But to appease an oblivious king, he supposed he could feign ignorance. 

“Though between you and me…” he trailed off, glancing up and down the street and making his mental calculation of exits obvious to anyone watching (for King Viktor’s benefit, of course). “I’m not the one with a track record of getting…distracted by other…things.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“Don’t sound so thrilled about the possibility. It leaves a bad impression.” Viktor drawled, sarcasm lacing his voice. Really, given the amount of bad blood between the both of them, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Alexander actually threw a party in celebration should something like that happen. ”It was either this or staying holed up in camp all week. As interesting as it would be to see you radiate disapproval at every waking moment, we do have better things to accomplish.”

The monarch let out an snort, grinning at his blatant denial. “Of course you didn’t. Just as I’m sure I didn’t catch you glaring a hole into Tatiana’s new bodyguard when we left.” He chuckled, remembering the incident fondly as he quietly counted out just how many stalls and entertainers there were along the street before veering off towards the town square. However, the train of thought did drift him back to the elephant in the room that still remained unaddressed. “...I am going to ease up on that, by the way. Once I’m certain that the upper court won’t use you to get to her. I’m not sure if I ever got around to telling you.” 

“You have a fair point, Barrett, but the circumstances have changed.” Viktor replied quietly, side-stepping a gaggle of giggling women before falling into step with his newest adviser. “It’s just...I’ve only recently come to understand a few things, I think. I know I can be rash, and as you are happy to point out, I have made plenty of mistakes. But I am trying to learn from them.”

[rheeoliver-deactivated20170113]

“It’s not a matter of pulling triggers, it’s about patience in how long can everyone wait for her to get settled and comfortable. Now seems like the perfect shot but with damn near every knight and soldier in attendance, the Queen herself has the utmost protection. Any spy fortunate enough to be apart of that coronation will be outnumbered.” Then he gestured with one hand to the people that busied themselves with improvised celebrations of their own, “You also could attack her people or kidnap a few of them.” Of course, that seemed like obvious knowledge. “I don’t think the resistance would be the first to pull the trigger during this celebration, however,” He mused aloud with a tilt of his head, speaking the entire time as if he were merely an observer and not a participator himself. “But who can really be so sure? They’ve gotten this far, haven’t they? Maybe they’re out picking off your men while you’re here, looking for a food stall.”

“I’m worried for my mother’s safety,” Rhee started, humbling within himself, “And I’m afraid I can’t spare to leave her side now as her condition worsens. Aurelia will sooner demand my service in their ranks than let me nurse her back to whole health; and for us both, the war terrifies us - I can’t fight and I’ve heard a number of good things over the years about Sansoria. Are refugees welcomed easily beyond your borders? Are they granted asylum against a power hungry nation such as this one, especially during these times?”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“That very same argument could be made for every other event of these past few months. I believe it is safe to say that being outnumbered does not necessarily guarantee the safety of the attendants.” Viktor’s brows drew together, disliking the sort of conversational tone that this wolf was taking with him. He was well-aware of his position in the heart of Aurelia, but if this guest was going to attempt to weasel out information from him, he would be sorely disappointed. “And why, precisely, are you so certain that the hunters will not have a role in the celebrations? Their leader operates from this kingdom, do they not?” He asked, studying his companion warily. “I doubt that she would focus her attentions that way. It would not be the most effective means to advance her cause. If anything, I suspect that she’s...” Viktor paused a moment, considering.”Well, we will see whether or not you are right soon enough on that matter.”

The alpha remained quiet as the guest told him his story. So that was his plan, was it? To appeal to him in order to gain amnesty? Somehow he doubted that it was that simple. Aurelians were rarely the honest sort off of principle, save for a select few. “Interesting. you certainly don’t smell like an omega. If the kingdom is likely to recruit you, your status would have to be that of at least a beta.” Viktor pointed out bluntly, giving him an unamused look. “While it’s true that the immigration process is easier in Sansoria, that policy is enforced strictly during times of peace. It is nothing against Aurelians who seek a better way of life, but we are not so blind as to think that every wolf who seeks asylum is willing to swear fealty to the crown with genuine intention.” He explained stiffly. “However, there are...exceptions, if those applicants prove their loyalty through other means.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“...Your Highness?”

An awkward hush fell over the guests in attendance as Viktor approached the newest queen of Aurelia. He could hear the way that the guards shifted, low growls of warning filling the room as the supposed murderer of the previous king passed by. It hadn’t been easy, making the conscious choice to attend the coronation when every one of his people wished to greet Catarina in a much more violent way. However, this was a role that he had to play no matter what, even if the very idea of peace between their kingdoms was in shambles at their feet before they had even exchanged a word. Yet standing there before her, knowing that she had lost so much as a result of his own naivete, was a heavy burden to bear. 

“I just wanted to extend my congratulations for your succession, as well as my condolences for your loss. I know that this must be a difficult time for you, given everything that has happened.”

[sariaxyoung-blog]

“I-I mean, I think everybody wishes to be a little careless at a time like this…” Saria might have sounded ignorant, but she couldn’t help it. In her eyes, as fiercely loyal to Sansoria as she was, the war seemed so…trivial. Peace just seemed so easy, and yet everybody was at each other’s throats and thirsty for blood everywhere one turned. They’d gone as far to ban Sansorians from the coronation; had they only believed Viktor was innocent, the war wouldn’t even exist. At least, that was the impression she was under. Only vaguely aware of the forces outside the Aurelian border, Saria didn’t understand the full extent of the events taking place. 

She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Of course he didn’t know what moon cakes were. They were something the lower classes enjoyed, somewhat of a tradition during big occasions, something far less extravagant than the pastries served in the castle. While the name technically had been taken from the Asian food, werewolves had adapted it in their own unique way, resulting in one of the most mouth watering things the little omega had ever tasted. “…up to something?” Saria echoed lightly, blinking in mock confusion as her face went stoic, a blush of pink on her cheeks. “I h-have no idea what you mean…I’d love to s-show you what they are, but you see…A king could never leave the s-sight of his escorts. I’d be dangerous.” 

She pulled her hood to once again cover her chocolate curls, her brown eyes shinning with mischievousness as they darted to the armor clad guards. They swept back to Viktor’s as she turned, locking with them for just a moment, before her small hand latched onto his wrist just as she yelled “Run!” She pulled him sharply into the crowd, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. 

[viktorvalentina-blog]

Viktor's expression softened at Saria's honest reply. There was a time where he had thought the same, but he found that the past few months had changed him in that regard. It would be impossible for him to explain how difficult such a thing truly was, and he did not want to ruin their brief visit with talks of history and politics. "I know, but it is easier said than done. We must stay vigilant where we can." Carelessness was a luxury for someone like him, but he would have very much liked to indulge in such behaviour beyond his monthly compulsions. If it didn't risk the loss of someone's life, that was.

His eyes crinkled in amusement at the way she so deliberately avoided the question. It was nice, being on regular speaking terms with her, but she was an awful liar. Viktor wondered if the lady-in-waiting was aware of how she flushed whenever she was attempting to trick him. "Exactly. What sort of king would I be if I didn't have my royal entourage following my every footstep?" He jested, glancing at the guards who stood a healthy distance away as  she pulled up her hood. Before he could realize what she was doing, her dainty hand was around his wrist, leading him into the throngs of people at the protestations of his escorts.

Viktor roared with laughter, charging through the throngs of people as he hastily kept his hood in place. He could hear the shouting of the guards on their heels, but it was faint compared to the light pitter-patter of the omega's heartbeat thrumming in his ears. He fell into pace with her, darting past the many stalls and weaving between the many performers and families enjoying the activities. "To think that I would be kidnapped by my own sister's handmaiden! You are far more spirited than I thought, Saria."

The sound of their shouting grew closer, and as the guards approached, Viktor pulled the omega into a narrow alleyway, shielding her from sight as his hooded cloak blocked them from sight. His finger pressed against her mouth in a shushing moment, listening as the shouts grew nearer and nearer. “Not a word.” He whispered, pressing her closer against the wall as they ran past. Even as they continued away from the pair, he was slow to move, grinning at Saria from ear to ear. “Do you hear them?”

[elsavioleta]

“Sir?” Elsa asked, shaking her head in surprise at seeing the king here in Aurelia. “Forgive me, but what are you doing here? You’re the one who needs security as well. The reason for the corantion is because she is without her father or mother. One of which is said that you killed and…there are rumors that you were involved with the mother. If anyone sees you…”

“No, of course not. Who doesn’t love excessive amounts of guards at your party celebrating something as enjoyable as this?” Elsa asked, forgetting herself as she teased the king. “Food? I’ve seen more wine than food now that you mention it.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“Playing a political game, unfortunately. I’m well-aware of how the Aurelians view me at the moment, and how unstable the relationship is between our two kingdoms. However, it would be even more of an affront if I didn’t acknowledge the new queen by coming by.” Viktor frowned a little, genuinely remorseful that the happy occasion was marred by such grim events. “I didn’t...do that, you know. If there had been any way to have prevented it, I would have done so in a heartbeat.”

“You know, that does sound eerily like every party that I’ve ever attended. That might be why they were so dull.” The king quipped, tension easing when it became apparent that she didn’t hate him. “Indeed. Aurelia must have some impressive breweries around here if everyone is constantly drinking. I’m half-tempted to try it out, so long as I know my captain of the guard wouldn’t lecture me about it later.”

[alexanderxbarrett-blog]

“Your majesty, I implore you to use discretion at an event this large. You risk exposure by talking to anything that breathes.”

“Among doing other things with them,” he muttered under his breath, thinking of the king’s rather…promiscuous reputation.

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“Right. Because any amount of discretion would do me good here.” Viktor remarked dryly, trying not to roll his eyes at his newest adviser. “The commoners don’t know what I look like, and even if they did, they know better than to start anything. Do you honestly think I would show my hand to their scouts without just cause?”

At the uttered comment, the alpha snickered as he shoved his way through the crowd towards the scent of roasting meat. “Very funny, Barrett. But I’m not the least bit interested in seeking out that sort of company here. We’re merely scouting out the layout of the festival. Where the most people will be, and how many escape routes there are. Try to stay focused, will you?”

[rheeoliver-deactivated20170113]

“The Queen’s life is truly more important than all of her people. In saying that, now would be the perfect time for Sansoria - or for anyone - to strike, don’t you think? The lot of them can be killed instantaneously and the others taken as prisoners.”

“Why don’t I accompany you instead? I’m feeling a bit peckish myself. Of course, it also helps that I have few questions to ask the sovereign leader of our rival nation.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“Perhaps that’s the belief in Aurelia, which would explain why it’s so susceptible to civil war. While I disagree on that front, it is no lie that the castle and its surrounding city are in a highly vulnerable state. Anything can happen during a celebration like this, and if the last few occasions are to be believed, it is likely that something will happen again. The question lies in who is first to pull the trigger, so to speak.”

“I’m already flanked by a small squadron, so I’m sure another member of my company will make little difference. What was it that you wished to speak to me about?”

[kadenxharper-blog]

“I doubt they’re thinking at all. After all, their precious alpha princess is finally queen!”

“I think I rather prefer the lack of supervision. Not so many grabby guards to make a person not feel like celebrating. A food stall? Ah, I believe I passed one down that road, third to the left.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“I fear that you may be right, though that is disturbingly reckless, even for a new monarch. Given what happened at the previous celebrations, I had hoped that their defenses would be a bit more sophisticated.”

“Are the guards around here so terrible? Don’t they have any sense of propriety? Admittedly I’m not familiar with how things are run in a city like this, but that seems...wrong. Ah, excellent. I’ve been on the road for a while now, so I’ll be glad to have a decently hot meal for a change.”

[sariaxyoung-blog]

“W-well, I’m sure everybody wants to enjoy the party…t-the food is near the square. T-they have moon cakes.” Saria smiled meekly at the king, gently pulling back the hood that cloaked her features, her chocolate curls falling free. She’d sought out the food the moment she’d arrived, practically making a beeline for the ordinate smells. She wasn’t dressed nearly as elaborate as she had been the night of the Unity Ball, but it could be seen that she’d at least put a small amount of effort into her appearance. Saria might have been Tatiana’s Lady, but the looks she was getting within the castle walls was starting to bother her. A Sansorian omega…that was not a combination any Aurelian appreciated, especially at a time like this. The prejudice was enough to make anybody uncomfortable; she’d only stayed as long as she’s needed to.

Saria gave the king a side ways glance, bitting her lip as her chocolate brown eyes flickered between him and the guards that constantly accompanied him. She dropped her voice to a whisper, knowing good and well he’d be able to hear her. “D-doesn’t it get tedious, always being watched like that?” She asked, voice still nervous, though she felt oddly comfortable around him after he stumbled across her in the library. So much so, that she truly wanted him to enjoy himself, a sliver of an idea forming in her mind.

Originally posted by thefostersseries

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“Enjoying oneself is one thing, but even so, in the middle of a war it’s necessary to practice at least some form of caution. This is just...careless.” The king murmured worriedly, supposing that he should be grateful for the lack of guards, or the ease of sneaking out of the castle. If meant that Aurelia was lacking in their defenses, which would give his own people the advantage, loathe as he was to admit it. He shifted closer to the slight omega at his side, glaring at anyone whose eyes lingered too long on her. Viktor bit back and irritated growl, wishing that he could be anywhere but there. The very atmosphere of this place made him sick with disgust. “And not to sound like a pretentious nobleman, but what are... moon cakes?”

At the mention of his guards, Viktor shot them a glance, letting out a quiet sigh beneath his breath. “They are good people. I’ve fought alongside all of them when I was in the army myself. However, I do find it to be...tiring at times.” He admitted, watching the subtle way her expression seemed to change at the confession. Despite himself, a ghost of a grin flickered across his grim features. “Now if I didn’t know any better, Saria, you seem to be up to something. What, precisely, is going through that pretty little head of yours?”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“It’s...unsettling to see how few guards there are around these parts. Are they seriously out at the castle? Without any thought to have security out in the streets? What are they thinking?”

“Ah, don’t mind me. I just figured that there would be more supervision here, but I suppose that would dampen the festivities. Could you point me to the nearest food stall? You would think that a celebration this large would have an abundance of them.”

[sariaxyoung-blog]

While sleep didn’t find the little omega often, when it did, dreams invaded her mind like the sweetest of songs. They cradled her in a blanket of comfort and swept her in a bliss that couldn’t be found while her eyes were open… It was a dream of people she’d never seen, never known; a woman with a kind smile, who had Saria’s nose and lips. A man with salt and pepper hair who’s eyes resembled her own. A girl with laughter like music leaned into the woman, and behind the man stood a tall boy with chocolate curls falling into his face.

They spoke to her, words of love and hope, but no matter how hard she tried to listen, Saria couldn’t make out what they said. The only thing she could recognize was the warmth in her chest and the want in her heart. The girl gestured for her to come forward, a smile as bright as the sun lighting up her features. The boy seemed to nod, the woman reaching out, like she wanted to take Saria’s hand.

“Saria,” They seemed to say.  “Saria.” Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew instantly what she was seeing. The family that didn’t exist and she would never have. They wanted to lead her home. But, a brilliant light shown behind them, and soon they stated fading. Their faces blurred, and suddenly they began to grow farther and farther away, yet another reminder they were just figments of her imagination. “Saria, it’s time to get up.”

“Wait!” The omega’s eyelids flung open with a sharp intake of breath, the cry leaving her lips as the dream vanished into nothing. She bolted into a sitting position, her eyes blinking hastily as they tried to adjust to the candle light. As the room came into focus, the Lady-In-Waiting found herself groggily peering at a pair of feet…which were attached to legs…which were attached to…?

“Y-your Highness!” Saria yelped in surprise, her hand flying to clutch the the fabric of her thin nightgown near her heart as it nearly jumped out of her skin. In her alarm, she knocked the ink over, spilling its contents into the stone floor. “Oh, n-no, I’m s-so sorry, just-” She leaned over to lift the bottle, only to bump her elbow into a stack of books and send it toppling to the floor unceremoniously. Her face burned. How much more of a fool could she make of herself in front of him? The little omega tried in vain to clean the mess she’s created, resembling something close to a small bird whose feathers had been ruffled. Several seconds later, it was evident she was only making it worse, black ink staining her fingers and the hem of her dress from her spot on the floor.

“T-this isn’t w-working,” She looked back at the king with a tight, embarrassed smile, clearing her throat with a nervous laugh. She did look quite foolish, sitting awkwardly in front of the King in the disaster of materials. “What’re y-you doing awake? Are you alright? I mean, of c-course you are, I’m so sorry for the m-mess, the door was - I thought it was l-locked-” In her half-asleep state, the little omega seemed even more flustered than usual, rambling over her words as she pushed her fingers through her mess of curls.

[viktorvalentina-blog]

Given how slight and jumpy the omega was, Viktor had not pegged her to be a deep sleeper. He had felt somewhat guilty about it, watching her expression twist away from blissful to panicked. The king had considered simply lifting her up and escorting her to a proper bed, but found it to be unnecessary as Saria cried out and bolted upright. Viktor  jerked back slightly, if only to avoid getting hit. Even then, it seemed that she had not quite registered her surroundings, bleary-eyed and half-asleep. Although she was clearly disconcerted by the sudden wake-up call, he couldn't help but chuckle a little under his breath. There was something oddly endearing about the way she slowly pieced together what had happened.

As soon as it clicked, however, all hell broke loose. Viktor blinked in astonishment as the peacefully-slumbering wolf became a whirlwind of unintentional destruction, ink, loose pages and books flying in every possible direction as she attempted to compose herself before him. Was he really that frightening to her? Even though he had only awoken her with good intentions in mind? A small pang of guilt hit him, and he knelt down in front of her. Reaching out, he stroked her hair, carefully arranging it with a patient smile. "Don't worry about it. We can get this sorted out in no time." He assured her, hoping that she would understand that he wasn't upset with her in the least. "It's good to see you too, Saria."

It was a strange thing to feel so calm, but the alpha knew that to be anything but that would likely scare her away. She was always doing that, and he didn't know why. However, he was not so easily dissuaded without a good reason to be. "I came here for the same reason you did. I wanted to do some reading." Viktor told her, opting to avoid the part where he hadn't slept in ages. It wouldn't do him any good to have rumours circulating about him being in ill health. Besides, it seemed that the omega was worried enough as it was.

With her hair somewhat tamed, Viktor directed his attention to the scattered parchments, gathering them up in hand and looking at them in interest. "I can see that you've been hard at work as well, given how long you've been staying here. Have you always studied alone like this?" His voice was quiet, inquisitive as he studied the young handmaiden and her clumsy writing. He could just envision Saria staring at the markings on the page, struggling to imitate them without knowing their meaning. The image was a lonely one, if he was honest. "Why have you never said anything? If you have trouble writing, there are tutors available in the castle. I would be happy to arrange something if you wanted..." The alpha trailed off, searching for something in her expression. A reason, perhaps, for why she trying to learn how to read by herself in the dead of night. “Or...did you not want anyone to know about it?”

[alexanderxbarrett-blog]

“How fortunate for you, your majesty, able to ignore things,” he stated quietly. He would comply with what King Viktor wished, but there was no sense in pretending he was perfectly fine with the monarch’s verdict. They were playing a game, the two of them…it was a shame Viktor believed they were on the same level. Gritting his teeth, he nodded as Viktor explained what his duties would be. It was, technically, his first night being integrated into the Sansorian government. As a supposed country noble with no established reputation outside of serving as Tatiana’s bodyguard, Alex knew he had a lot to prove to those within the king’s inner circle.

“I think I can keep up, your Grace. Lead the way.”

[viktorvalentina-blog]

“You should be. My initial plans for your welcome back to the castle would have been detrimental to your well-being otherwise. And as unfortunate as it may be, I do, in fact, need you alive.” The king quipped back, resisting the urge to growl at him. He would have been a gold-hearted king indeed if he had forgiven Alexander’s earlier slight, and as he was beginning to discover, that was far from his true nature. “You will come to find that while I’m very upfront with my decisions, that isn’t the norm among my advisers. If they can find an ounce of weakness in your arguments, they will use that to crucify you. Most of these men and women have been raised from birth to take their place in the council. Outsiders are...unusual circumstances, and I anticipate that they will use that to their advantage.” Viktor shrugged, supposing it a mercy to at least warn the ‘country’ noble ahead of time.

Viktor nodded tersely, rising from his desk and leading Barrett down to the main auditorium, where he was certain the nobles had already begun to gather like buzzards around a fresh carcass. “Don’t look so dour, Barrett. If you can manage them, you’ll be in a remarkably better position for courting someone far above your station without as much...scrutiny.”  

[viktorvalentina-blog]

♟|| ♛ || ♝ || ♞

♟- The first time they knew they were in love

For Viktor, it was always difficult to differentiate between love and lust. As an alpha in his prime, his sexual appetite combined with his habit of being very hands-on about everything had garnered him a reputation as a shameless flirt. However, when he found the person who he was certain was his soulmate in every sense of the term, the feeling of wanting others disappeared entirely. At first it was very distressing for the king, who had often used sex as a means of controlling his aggression. Yet even in his most clear-headed state, he found himself craving for their company. Though he did not immediately understand what that feeling meant though their various encounters, the realization that he was in love did not come as a terrible shock to him.

Given how often Alexander groused about it, apparently it wasn’t much of a shock to anyone else either.

♛ - Marriage and Wedding Ceremonies

As someone who is king, his wedding will have to be a grand affair by default. When it comes down to it, everyone will be making more of a fuss over it than Viktor would. While he would very much like the marriage to be with someone he actually loves, or even better yet, his True Bond, he knows that he has few liberties in that regard. Marriages are a political tool, after all, and it constantly hangs over his head. If he cannot find a suitable co-ruler by a certain time, one will undoubtedly be chosen for him and he will have to learn to make their marriage work just as his parents had.

In terms of marriage, regardless of who it is who Viktor weds, he will do his utmost to make things work. He will be expected to have successors, but so long as he can at least maintain a friendship with his spouse, then he is sure that things will work out to some degree. If it just happens to be someone he loves, that would be a bonus.

♝- Growing Old

Answered Here

♞ - Death

Viktor has thought about his death for some time. In the current state of political turmoil, things like assassination and death on the battlefield are all very real possibilities of a wolf of his station. With such scenarios floating around his head, he has already made arrangements ahead of time in the event of his untimely demise. Should he fall too early, the crown would fall onto Tatiana, thus he has arranged for his most trusts council members to ensure her safety and the continued lie of her ranking.

However, if he was to find a way to end the war and bring peace to the kingdoms, his death would come after decades of ruling Sansoria, preferably with an alliance with Aurelia later on down the road. He would prefer to live a quiet life after retirement, then eventually pass away surrounded by friends and family, knowing that he left a legacy of peace in his wake. It is for this very ideal that Viktor acts as he does, and while he has begun to see just how much of an uphill climb it will be, he won’t throw away his shot at changing things in Ronsanella for the better before her dies.

[viktorvalentina-blog]

♝

♝- Growing Old

When it came to growing older, Viktor had always envisioned himself following in his predecessor’s footsteps. He hoped to somehow alleviate the tensions between Sansoria and Aurelia, as well as to bridge the gap between wolves and humans alike, raising omegas to be of equal status to others. By that time, he would properly reveal Tatiana’s true ranking, and see her settled down to someone who would give her happiness and care. Viktor would continue to act as king until he was old and grey, eventually selecting a queen that Sansoria could be proud of and becoming the father of several heirs to the throne. He would lead both kingdoms into a new era of prosperity, eventually retiring when his eldest became of ruling age. From that point, he would spend the rest of his days in Valentina Castle, surrounded by his loved ones and enjoying his final years in peace alongside his spouse.

As of late however, Viktor no longer sees this as something attainable, and only wishes to minimize the damage so that his future heirs will not spend a lifetime correcting the mistakes of his premature rule.

[nyxgwen]

“Of course,” Nyx agreed though she doubted the next time she took leave that a note would ever be sent; by the time that happened, things might be far more drastically different than they are now. Her absence to him would be futile but gravely hindering. She would have to stay, her position was at least of some importance, she imagined, to the very movement she would come to help soon enough. If not, then well, she struggled not to think about how worthless all of her felt. Still, if it was assurance he needed, then assurance he would get. As for the human villages in question, Nyx pondered. Her absence should have brought him a broad spectrum of news but she spent the overwhelming majority of it locked away in her home, sorting out her pathetic emotions and insecurities; there was no time for that here or anywhere. But what did she know? What could she predict? “They’re more guarded,” She said, flicking her eyes to a corner in the room to focus on while she spoke, “And tense. Some believe members of your guard will take liberties being so far away from the palace. These are uneasy times for all of them… For all of us.”

He was right. “They don’t but if that were the case, then the majority would have already risen against you. More than enough of your people have faith that you were wrongfully accused of something you didn’t do. Wrong place, wrong time.” And why did she have to bring comfort to any of his thoughts? Why did she have to do any of this? In some way, it was frustrating even while she remained stoic enough to hide all of that. It only strengthened her view on how unimportant humans truly were in the grand scheme of things, even in Sansoria, even under rule of an apparently gentle king. Sitting across from him, she can see it’s not that. It was selfishness, stowed away under humility. He needed answers from her because no one trusted him or any of his compatriots enough to say anything. “Many are still searching for the hunter in question though it all leads to dead-ends.” Some might have taken to seizing any blonde they saw and interrogating them, but that was something Nyx chose not to speak on. “They’re mostly afraid of what’s coming, many dread war and the fact that even the flag has been raised. The public is very scared.” None of them wanted to die but they would, in mass amounts.

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Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to ease the weary aching of his head to some degree. The humans’ unrest was a problem, especially when they were a likely source of recruitment for the Resistance. Making them upset was akin to feeding their enemy’s forces by hand. “Hm, a reasonable concern, though I regret to think that any member of my army would stoop to something so dishonorable.” While he would hope that no soldier would reduce themselves to such animalistic behaviour, there was no guarantee that it wouldn’t happen without his knowledge. It seemed to be a frustrating trend, having to rely on others to verify the truth about his own kingdom. “I don’t suspect that increasing the local guard would be of any comfort to them in regards to that, would it?”

“Right...just a spell of bad luck.” The king’s expression soured at the thought a moment. Nothing about the attack in his castle was ‘bad luck’. It had been planned, with the help of someone living inside his own home, nonetheless. “While I am glad for your sound analysis of how my people think, I was referring specifically to yourself. I have an important figurehead assassinated at the cusp of a treaty and my council members have taken this time to disappear. What sort of message does it send when the representative of the human villages stops appearing in court without notice during such a crucial time?” He asked her, knowing fully well that she was capable of following his line of thought without him having to walk her through it. Nyx was far more clever than she appeared, though her voice was often drowned out by the sheer aggression of his other advisers. “The council is looking for a reason to suspect all humans. We can’t give them that opportunity, but I also can’t do that unless you are in sound mind to come back to the council regularly. I am aware that you feel invisible at times, but I can guarantee that you are watched. Not always by people with the humans’ best intentions in mind. Do you understand?”

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