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"I'm glad we could come to an agreement, Lord Hightower," the Sollian hand spoke as his hand found itself wrapping around the base of the other's shaft, gaze focusing on Atticus' eyes as a small smile pulled at his lips. What had started as a conversation between two kingdom's Hands, one in which that had Gabriel speaking about how if the kingdom of Valtolia wanted to find out who was responsible for ruining the Concord that Sollia would be more than willing to help, had turned into the two hurrying to a closed room somewhere within the keep that the Lord had been staying in during his time in Argonia. "I'm sure you'll find that the benefits of such an agreement will be something you'll continue to reap."

As he spoke, his hand had began to stroke the other's cock, thumb moving to brush over Atticus' cockhead as he continued to stare into his eyes. "What do you think, Lord Hand? Do you believe that my... prediction could be true?"

when : post concord . where : the hand ' s solar . whomst : lord lucien & lord atticus ( @clashingcrowns )

◞ ❛ 🦚 — " no  more  ace  to  play .  we  gave  them  peace ,  atticus .  served  it  on  a  silver  platter .  hand - fed  it  to  them  like  suckling  babes . " a  wry  smile  curled  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth ,  a  flicker  of  flame — anger , exhasperation — behind  usually  distant  eyes .  he  himself had  doubted  the king ’ s  vision ,  questioned  the  frail  peace  between  the  nations  of  metia .  but  skepticism  was  one  thing .  for  strife  to  be  brought  to  their  doorstep ,  under  their  hospitality — that  was  another .  " and  what  did  they  do ?  they  put  a  knife  in  it. "

" i have  no  love  for  the  bergians ,  you  know  that .  but  this — "  he  gestured  vaguely  toward  the  window ,  where  the  maze  had  stood .  “ this  was  a  line  crossed .  and  now ?  now  we  may  all  have to bleed  for  somebody  else ’ s  foolish schemes . ”