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He had been Eis once before, many years ago when the horrors of the war were still fresh – and not for this terrible winter. Even so, he felt his lungs deflate as he set his bright brown eyes upon the castle ahead. This kingdom’s architecture appeared sturdier than that of Ijs, built for stifling winters as well as warm summers. The nation he now served had been relatively warm year round, with dense green woodland to boast of even in the colder months; Eis on the other hand had been confronted with snow each year. The palace rooves were steep and grooved to deal with such weather, and its impregnable stone walls had blackened over the years. The more he admired its stern and dark appearance, the more it looked to Vesper that the palace’s heart had been built upon the skeleton of a longhouse, typical of such northern cultures. Over the years, as technology had improved, it had been strengthened with rock and iron, as well as extended. It was rather attractive in a very practical sense.
They crossed the long drawbridge, Vesper taking note of how its ancient boards creaked beneath the weight of his mistress’ carriage. He wondered just how old this city was, and how long its royal family had been in command of it. As they crossed, a pair of individuals captured his attention; a baby-faced knight and a warrior who seemed almost defenceless against the cold. Interesting. What was such a ratty-looking hunter doing in the presence of the young prince? Vesper nodded to them in acknowledgement as he passed, following Andromeda’s carriage into the courtyard outside the main hall. Had there been time to stop and chat, the adviser would have not hesitated in speaking to the well-known royal paladin of Eis and his remarkable companion. Oberon was a valuable ally to have in such times, as was his sister; whilst staying in Eis, befriending the ruling family could not be anything but beneficial. Unfortunately, Andromeda and their impending meeting with Ophelia demanded his attention instead.
He dismounted his silver buckskin and reluctantly handed its reins over to one of the stable hands before pursuing his queen into the building. The young queen seemed cold at best, her lavender eyes sparing a quick glance over her surroundings.
Vesper had seen that expression far too many times, and he narrowed his own eyes in a solemn expression. She was thinking of her damned brother again. How long had it been since he had abruptly fled Ijs, leaving his younger sister to rule alone in his stead? His selfish act had clearly not damaged Andromeda’s opinion of him, much to the adviser’s chagrin. Not even his vicious attack upon their two kingdoms had affected the woman’s nigh-on obsession. “Beautiful, in a harsh way. Is it not?” he murmured quietly to the woman, attempting to break her out of her nostalgia. There seemed to be very little in the way of precious metals or art, even as they entered the throne room. Perhaps it had never suited the Eisians to beautify their surroundings – or perhaps such pieces were all sacrificed to fund the war effort many years ago, and were yet to be replaced.
The young queen of Eis did not yet appear to be ready to meet with them. The butler that had guided them into the main hall swiftly left their side, and at last Vesper scowled and glanced towards the empty steel seat before them. It was a regrettable lack of manners, but at least it would give him the time to speak with Andromeda. “And I trust your journey in the carriage was comfortable, your majesty?” he questioned, his voice somewhat hushed. Raising his voice in such a large, empty room almost felt sinful. It was at that moment Oberon and the tiger-slayer reappeared. The blond boy offered a polite greeting, explaining that he was unaware of Andromeda’s surprise visit. Well of course; she had arrived to give him her best wishes of course, invited by Oberon’s elder sister.
So Chevron was the name of the mysterious, if not tired looking soldier at the prince’s heels. Vesper observed him silently, unsure what to make of the rough stubble, scarred face and, more notably, the missing arm. The man still kept a sword at his hip, yet it was clear from his dishevelled appearance that it was not just a stamp of his rank. The small red stains on his threadbare shirt suggested he still knew how to make use of the blade.Vesper uncomfortably looked to the prince when offered food and drink, waiting for Andromeda to answer first. “Many thanks; however, I am well.” Asking to sample Eisian wine so early in the day would make exactly the kind of impression he was trying to avoid.