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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Rudolf and Kaifin had retired to their own chambers some hours ago, but Cele couldn’t manage to find sleep, so he instead stared mindlessly at what he took as an ancient Simonese love story. Probably about Ozik and Trochta, since much of the Muse literature was about them, but, as he wasn’t actually attempting to ascertain the words, he couldn’t have been sure. 


When the prince entered the room, he was flushed – or so it looked by the light of the candle. His Muse robes had been replaced perfectly onto his body that Cele wouldn’t have known he bathed at all, had his hair not been slightly damp, hanging around his face in loose curls. 


“You’re still up,” Heiko said, smiling. 


There was something lilted in his tone, something inhibition-less in his smile. And then Cele realized he was drunk. 


Despite it, he somehow managed to cross for his bed with an absurd amount of grace and poise. 


Holy Perdition - Part 13