the sun blessed princes are sequestered away from prying eyes, much to lucealyx's will, and find themselves sitting atop a large balcony with a view that could rival sollia's own. the crowned prince sits back, head tilted slightly so the golden rays can dance upon his features and he can feel the warmth sinking into him from the crown down. after a moment, he opens his eyes to look at his brother.

"will you be participating in the colosseum? it may insight a new passion." lucealyx asks, pouring them both some argonian tea. it's rich, dark, and the smells of bergamot and grapefruit wafting through the air. "i have not decided if i want to put myself in just yet. too many battles through the war and now a fight in a caged arena seems as if it may break the mind before the body." it's a quiet admittance, in a way, that he's afraid to go back to those times, with a blade in hand, blood splattered across his face. beast or not, a fight is a fight and some demons have not fully been laid to rest.

taking a sip of his tea, slowly as if to savor the flavors, he sets it aside after a moment. "or would you like to visit some of their temples or libraries? i do not doubt we could gain access."