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@lcgendsung location: regia ignis (skywarden castle) greathall

darius  knew  from  an  early  age  that  his  life  was  not  his  own  &  it  would  never  be  so.  he  would  always  —  first  &  foremost  belong  to  his  dragon,  his  other  half,  the  answer  to  his  his  blood's  song.  after  that,  whatever  was  left  of  him  belonged  to  his  kingdom.  his  heritage.  duty  above  all.  he'd  been  raised  to  believe  that  &  while  there  were  days  he  found  doubt  &  yearning  in  his  heart,  he'd  long  since  accepted  his  fate  for  he  knew  it  could  be  much  worse  &  at  least  this  way  he  could  ensure  vissai  remained  the  beautiful  kingdom  it  was.

as  the  crown  prince  of  an  old  kingdom,  he  was  responsible  for  his  kingdom's  longevity  &  survival,  which  included  an  heir  &  a  beneficial  marriage.  suitors  were  not  scarce,  but  darius'  interest  in  meeting  each  &  every  single  one  of  them  surely  was.  due  to  his  father's  stubbornness  in  handing  down  the  crown,  darius  had  escaped  his  fate.  so  far.  but  today  would  mark  another  step  towards  losing  himself  in  the  hopes  of  protecting  the  people  he  loved.  but  darius  would  show  himself  in  the  best  possible  light  &  uphold  the  skywarden's  unblemished  reputation.

he  stood  up  front  in  the  great  hall,  clad  in  his  white  &  golden  ceremonial  armor  -  a  proud  dragon  adorning  his  chest,  golden  cuffs  &  a  rather  opulent  pallium  wound  around  his  neck  &  back.  his  father  thought  it  fitting  to  grant  him  a  golden  laurel  wreath  for  the  day  -  a  symbol  for  the  crown  he'd  wear  in  the  future.  his  parents  were  present  as  well,  of  course  -  as  was  the  royal  guard.  everybody  was  ready  &  waiting  for  the  young  ritrinc  prince  to  arrive.  when  the  heavy  doors  swung  open  to  reveal  their  guests  had  arrived,  darius  placed  a  fist  against  his  chest  right  above  his  heart  &  bowed,  "welcome  to  vissai."  he  was  quick  to  strive  over  after  that,  the  prince's  hand  led  astray  so  he  could  place  his  lips  against  the  back  of  it.

"i  am  darius  aurelius  of skywarden,  son  of  his  majesty  king  alaric  and  heir  to  the  throne.  it  is  an  honor  to  meet  you,  prince  solomon."

@lcgendsung (solomon)

with  the  coronation  creeping  closer  &  closer,  darius  spent  less  &  less  time  at  regia  ignis,  eager  to  escape  the  hustle  &  bustle  there,  the  preparations  running  high.  he  didn't  want  to  appear  ungrateful,  but  seeing  the  effort  that  went  into  this  endeavor  was  ..  something.  suddenly  the  burden  he  carried  all  his  life  became  unbearably  heavy.  whenever  darius  felt  lost,  he  was  drawn  to  the  temple,  trusting  that  the  god  of  the  sky  would  know  what  to  do  whenever  he  found  himself  struggling.  he  didn't  keep  count,  but  he'd  been  sat  inside  for  a  few  hours,  praying  that  the  winged  beast  knew  what  it  was  doing  putting  him  on  the  throne  finally.  what  if  he  messed  it  up?

he  was  dressed  somewhat  casual,  hoping  to  blend  in  better,  though  his  face  was  far  too  known  to  get  by  unnoticed.  when  he  pushed  the  door  open,  he  didn't  expect  to  find  a  counterweight  behind  it  -  a  person.  with  a  hefty  push,  he  got  the  door  open  &  pushed  whomever  was  behind  it  off  the  little  pedestal  leaving  into  the  temple. 

when  darius  realized  what  he  did,  he  cursed  under  his  breath  &  rushed  over  to  help  only  to  find  a  familiar  face  on  the  ground  right  there.  lips  pulled  up  into  a  fond  little  smile  &  he  reached  a  hand  out  for  him,  fingers  extended,  "solomon."  glanced  behind  him  quickly,  his  smile  only  grew,  "i  reckon  you've  met  our  very  first  dragon?  in  the  stone.  he'd  the  one  we  call  winged  beast,  but  you  already  know  that,  don't  you?"  solomon  was  a  smart  young  prince, darius learned early on that he was no match for him.

🍑- "I have got everything under control." Royal aids creased over every detail, making sure the fine decor was in what they'd been taught was governed by the term 'perfect'. Pair that with the Prince's own extraordinary ideas of hospitality and entertainment, the tiers of delights and crystal chalices sparkled in the small hall. Drapes of elaborate embroideries, marbled slate, burning oils -- all meant to create a feeling of springtime. Vitality. Youthfulness. Life. Yet, he kept the hues milder, as careful not to overwhelm.

The thought; immediately, did such for the prince. Dree chewed on the inside of his lip. He became concerned less with the time and more with the overall appeal. Immediate scrutiny. His mind raced, cursing the wind as anxiety began to swell. His own bosom felt as if it were in his throat. "Okay. Maybe no hanging scarves." He reached for the decoration. Leaning on and used it for leverage. He stretched to accommodate for his shorter stature. He'd strain, groaning as fingers barely grasped the ends of the dangling cloth. Does; however, try to dial back how active he was being- he didn't want to ruin the nice curls he'd worked so hard to develop with the sheen of sweat. Or to look like an unkept troll.

Soft blares of horns to signal approach, honoring the guest of the palace.