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tirius could hardly believe he was one of the first lords chosen to come to argonia, the newly discovered kingdom. sometimes he forgot he wasn't that dumb kid who didn't have any power or control anymore, he was actually someone people respected and looked to he had planned to arrive early to the conference location, he liked being early, to scope out the land, make a good impression on his host, most importantly he didn't like being taken by surprise. to the master of ships surprise there was already someone at the meeting spot already. an argonian, he hoped.

"so superior, dear professor... mortals can offer much more than annoyance and needless gore, if you care to delve deeper..." he mused, he had always been restless, always fascinated by what he couldn't have. to seek it out after decades locked away, there was a reason aeden (almost) never looked back. "one could say that i do. mayhaps one day it will tire me, seeing them suffer and rise, dream and fail, wither away like a flower's bloom that leaves behind only the barest scent before it's gone again... but for now they still hold their own appeal. there is an urgency, a drive to them, knowing their days are numbered. it's fascinating, if not to say admirable." did he pity them? envy them? he could not truly say. worse perhaps, were the ones close enough that he knew he'd one day miss. inevitability was not something aeden handled well.

"oh you mistake me, i don't believe myself to be superior. i just don't hold on to pettiness the way many mortals hold on to stuff they really should just let go." hectar knew mortals had more to offer than just annoyance and pettiness and all of that bad stuff, he really did. but he had closed himself off from showing any emotions or love for them a long, long time ago. once upon a time he'd let mortals get close, even had a great love that was fit for the history books. but they grew old. and gray and eventually died. that was a pain and feeling he never wanted to feel again. so he closed himself off to mortals and even to other mages partially. "i just know the pain of letting mortals into your heart," he cleared his throat, shaking the thoughts from the front of his head. "despite my words, i'm glad you're out there experiencing everything and didn't get stuck in solanis like me. there are big beautiful kingdoms out there to experience and thrive in. and if the whispers that i hear are true, you're doing just that."

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he tried not to show it, but cedrik was a little taken aback when he felt a hand pressing against the small of his back. people weren't normally so bold as to touch the prince without his permission, that sort of intrigued him. letting the soft hand guide him away from the man, the prince of bergia turned his head ever so slightly, so that he looking at the older mans face.

"what word would you use?" he asked with a smile that was pulled from his youth. It had been far too long since Brad had taken someone out side of his marriage. One of he many un talked about perils of war. He let the thoughts fall from his head and focused on the time here with the boy. "Am i going to see the often praised bergian welcome or should i find one of your brothers" The tease was light. "None taken if it was up to me this would have been offered" He spoke with a bit of a sigh, "but hard liquor does not do much to keep the peace."

"oh many words come to mind when thinking about you," cedrik hummed, pushing himself off of the wall he had found himself leaning against, taking a few steps towards the king. "handsome and very gracious among them." he grinned coming to a stop a few inches his companion. "ooh threatening to trade me out for one of my brothers? that would work with some more self concious than i," he let out a soft chuckle under his breath, tip of his pointer finger sliding down brad's chest. "you'll get all the bergian welcome your heart desires.'

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he'd seen oh so many of events similar to this come and go over his centuries of being alive, they were boring to him, all the fighting, the blood, it was all so very... mortal of them. this one was bound to be just as boring as the last. he much prefered to explore. he knew almost nothing about the kingdom they were currently in, he didn't like that. so while everyone was busying themselves with the so called entertainment in the colosseum, he was going to be exploring the surrounding areas and the beautiful structures. well that was the plan until he felt and heard someone else.

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the prince of bergia had been taking in the views of the absolutely beautiful collesium when he was pulled out of his thoughts by the familiar voice of one of the lords. he spun on the balls of his feet to face him. "hello, darling." cedrik greeted, giving his head a soft bow in respect for the young lord. "oh no, no," the prince spoke with a scoff, shaking his head at the question "goodness no, i'm a lover, not a fighter," despite the faded scar across his eyelid and upper cheekbone telling a different story, he really wasn't one for pointless fighting. "i'm just here to enjoy the show." he hummed quietly, bringing his flask of whiskey to his lips, taking a sip. "nothing i enjoy more than watching two men getting rough and sweaty together. are you participating, my lord?"

Seraphim let out a chuckle and nods his head. "Then I shall be awaiting with eagerness." Seraphim says with a hint of mirth in his eyes. A smirk on his face as he heard the other man's 'serious' voice and gave a solemn nod of his own. "I surely hope not. Thankfully Royals are not known for such scandalous behaviors. Surely none that we are in the company of." Seraphim continued the jest as they began making their way towards the doors, a happy smile on the taller man's face.

"then you haven't been around some of the lords and royals that i have, a lot of them love their scandalous behaviours." the younger lad let out a soft chuckle, eyes still trained ahead of them, but watching seraphim from the side of his eye, as they pushed through the large down doors. "i love a good scandal," he paused, lips pursed a little at the thought. "well i love the ones that don't involve me." cue another quiet chuckle under the boys lips. he'd been part of quite a few scandals too many, namely deflowering a prince or two.

who: your choice @powerforgcd where: the colosseum, scouting the competition

he had never taken part in anything like this, he'd been coddled and kept away from any sort public life his entire childhood and early adulthood, so being part of something like this was still very... surreal and maybe a little bite scary. so maybe he was nervous or was it curious? he wasn't sure which, but whichever of them it was, it had made him come here to scout out the colosseum and maybe some of the competition, if he was lucky. "what kind of show are you offering?" the master of ships asked with a teasing tone, his eyes moving from the man to explore across the view of the colosseum, taking it in. he could be getting his ass kicked down there pretty soon.

"then it's too bad we won't get to see that happening anytime soon..." or ever, most likely, he would live long enough but he doubted anyone would step down much less allow him to replace them... well, more's their loss. "perhaps you need a high opinion of yourself to live that long, yes. mortals are so curious, their pettiness, their squabbles, their short memories. i wonder what is it that makes us able to not destruct ourselves as they do... perhaps it is our numbers?"

hectar had thought about stepping down from the council and school in the many, many, many winters he had been working and living there, he had thought about dedicating himself to one of the kingdoms, or becoming a wander mage. but he knew he couldn't do that. not yet, at least. he would miss teaching too much, he'd built a life, was that all worth giving up for only a bit of freedom "why do you think we only live among other mages at home? mortals and their... little squabbles are so tiresome to us that live as long as we do." it had been so long since hectar and aeden had been teacher and student and yet their connection felt just as strong as it did all those years ago, it felt like it was just yesterday. "do you enjoy living among the mortals?"

One of Seraphim's eyebrows quirked in an amused gesture. "Oh? And what would that be?" He said with a chuckle as he watched the other taking a nice gulp of his drink. Still...Hearing the other man's offer? Seraphim supposed that it wouldn't hurt. "I mean...We're just making sure the gardens are safe, you know?" Seraphim teasingly said back with a smirk and a wink of his own. "Shall we?" He asked as he offered his arm towards the younger looking man.

"if you're lucky, maybe i'll introduce you to some of my titles later, gotta keep a little bit of mystery for now." he gave seraphim another wink, eyes dancing around the room for a few moments, taking in the sight of the dancing lords and company, before moving back to his own company. "of course, there's so many royals here, we have to make sure they're safe." he put on his very serious, very official voice and attitude, as he linked arms with the man, leading them towards the doors. "wonder if we'll catch any scandalous affairs happening in the gardens. i sure hope so."

"he was a perfect gentleman, thank you very much," he told rhiannon in an accusatory, yet still teasing tone. dramatic and theatrical, as always. "he saved your darling angel of a son from possibly being defiled by a handsy lord." he let out an exaggerated huff, as he moved across the room and flopping down on his mothers temporary bed, drink still in hand. not a single drop spiled, it was a true talent. "ah edric, of course." of course they wanted the future king of bergia's hand, they would be utterly crazy not to. "lord lanar," he repeated, trying to figure out if he had heard of the lord, but coming up a blank. "hmm, never heard of him. i'll have to make myself familiar with him. only right if he's after my brother." cedrik spoke, bringing his glass up to his lips and taking a sip.