Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. 

Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. 

But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. 

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It was not long after that the general was brought to his rooms. He didn’t get to see the boy off. In light of what had happened – and what Kaifin and Geoff had told him prior – the prince seemed a bit less vicious. Still - and perhaps it was that Cele didn’t like his gut being wrong - he remained staunch in his hesitation for the prince’s character. Even after being given the king’s chambers. 


Cele sighed and looked around the room. It wasn’t the largest he had seen, but certainly ample, with a low Simonese bed covered in furs and thick cotton. In the cold season of Ilyos, Cele’s countrymen would use wool and furs. Wool, however, was much rougher on the skin than cotton, and the Simonese did dislike discomfort. He supposed he wouldn’t either, if he had to be covered in it year-round. 


Temperate Penumbras - Part 3