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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His lips parted into a wolfish grin, smothered in dudgeon. 


"And you are not untouched, are you, little brother?" 


“There is no challenge in a Muse proving themselves.” The prince's reply was dispassionate and reserved, which was more than Cele could say about him own response to it, be it internal. "Simple problems require simple solutions. If you believe a Temple keeper over the likes of your own flesh and blood, so be it. Take me to a Temple keeper." 


"Such conviction behind those delusory words." Ingo tutted, as if inconvenienced, before casting eyes to Rudolf, Kaifin, and Cele. “The rest will only slow us down. Enri." He snapped his fingers at the ugliest of the bunch. "Dispose of them.” 


Before he could take even a single step, the young prince replied with a sharp, yet restrained reminder. 


“Spill their blood and you will enrage Ozik. They protect his Muse. They are his Muse’s ulfa.” 


Heiko gesticulated towards Enri with a scowl of subtle revulsion. 


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