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@Draconian !
The world was fucked up, scarred more times over than she deserved. What little solace was offered in this place of sin and blood was moot. His heart was already dying, withering away like the Northern Trees of the Niahi.
Upon the hill of Heilos, he could see the savage ambitions of man, where he cut into the earth and tore down the very trees that had been growing tall and ancient. Though the woods were not apart of Connlaoth, and the Duchess that ruled there was ruling out of insanity, and sin- he had to wonder if that's all of what was left for Connlaoth. Even if the kingdom ended this war, it would never be the same. The cycle was endless, and all of its people- shamed.
He couldn't believe heading North could be any worse than where he had abandoned his broken heart to the south. But he knew from her look, for he had seen that look before- that there was no more room for a rogue lover in the Grand Duchess's life. And the rumors he heard upon vacating the city were nothing of his concern.
She'd get fat and happy, have lots of children, and stay close to that bastards side. Drink after drink wasn't enough, and though drunk- he was still sober enough to know he lived in a world of fools- himself being the biggest one of all. Not a fan of being depressed, or the fact his good looks were becoming weathered- himself, growing older, he ignored the oncoming grey hairs in the months that had past- and wondered if he was old enough to simply wither away like the trees and he could become forgotten- and die.
Curiously enough, he saw the results of fallen trees- the massive 'Wonder Ship' by the crazed new Duchess of Hellvion. He never thought he'd live to see the day where a woman took leadership of anything by her own claim. Though if he had...
He would have thought the Grand Duchess might be spirited enough to be the one.
But he was wrong, wrong about so many things. And he didn't care as he pissed against a tree. Moving away, he found himself moving closer towards the edge of the mountain side, still keeping his eyes upon the massive boat while men raised its flag high into the air-
And it wasn't the flag of Connlaoth- but that of Hellvion. ANd he couldn't help but wonder if this duchy wanted its own war. Connlaoth would fall, and perhaps he'd crumble with it.
He was sick of himself, sick of the emotions he indebted to himself. Sick of the memories, sick of his own ego, sick of life. But as he stared at the ship, knowing full well the value of something so massive, so grand....
He soon found himself walking towards it.
Perhaps out on the sea, he'd drift away into the unknown-
and start over again, become the man he had once been, or was destined to become, and take a ride upon the arrogance of one woman to hide from another....