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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Cele turned away curtly, towards Rudolf. The worst part was that he couldn't even gripe about the issue. He couldn't tell the captain how irate the actions of Heiko and Gustaf made him because it wasn't sensible. It had no reason, no purpose, and what was more, it had no prospect. 


None of these emotions had any sort of faculty, because at that very moment, Cele was watching this young man reinstate himself as a Muse - a Muse of Temperance. A Muse that was devoting himself to the gods and to no one else. And Cele was aiding this. 


Not that there was much a choice. The safety of Ilyos was reliant upon this. 


"Oi," Rudolf exhaled, elbowing the general to get his attention. "What's got you so red in the face?" 


"Huh?" He countered a bit sharper than intended. 


Cele lifted that back of his fingers to his cheeks in response to his commentary and found his skin hot to the touch. 


"It's nothing," the general said dismissively. "I'm tired." 


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