Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
Prince Aurelius Scorpio stared out the small window, enjoying the salty breeze rolling in from the tide. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deep, feeling his longs with the unique scent that only an ocean could bring. Looking down, he examined the spiraling city below, the crisscrossing maze of streets, the scurrying people that, from where he was, looked more like ants then human beings. Even from his office, he could hear the buzzing of the voices. Impossible to make out one from the other from the distance, but he could hazard what it was. Negotiating price of goods, asking neighbors how their day is going, simple conversations filling the air of the large city and bringing it to life.
The large oak door to his office slammed open, and Artos leaned away from the window, turning his head over at the sudden intrusion. A large man entered, a scar running down his nose, the blade that had long since passed over his face taking out a chunk of the nose with it giving the man a rather unappealing visage. His hands gripped a stack of papers as if to protect them from any unseen attackers even in the small study that had books and papers strewn about the floor, "My Lord Scorpio, Princess Aries has arrived," his gruff voice broke out smashing what little hope of peace and solitude his small office could provide.
The Princess Aries has arrived, "Has she?" He asked to no one in particular. The announcement of the visit had sent the council into a frenzy. So many things could go wrong and, likely, would go wrong. It was always an... event when the leader of their neighbor changed and this time, Artos had only sparse information on their newest princess which did not bode well as he was far from the most diplomatic of people. He could already imagine the old men in the council chambers biting their nails as they imagined all the ways their 'beloved' prince could rub the princess the wrong with with his charming nature. But there was little to help with it, but he had to try.
"Don't want to keep her waiting. She might get replaced by some other sword swinging maniac with a desire for power. Then we would have to do all this over. Again, can you imagine that?" Artos said flashing a smile to the older man, "Or would it be again? We haven't truly started it yet, so I suppose it would almost be a do-over," he said in mock confusion.
"Prince.." Gregor growled, his thick, brooding eyebrows low over his eyes, "Be careful today. We can't afford slip ups here."
"I know," Artos said, he truly did. They couldn't afford to fight their neighbors. They didn't have the military strength to do anything. They relied on their information and secrets to keep them safe.. as well as the economic repercussions attacking them would bring them whilst trying to appear more trouble then they were worth. It was a fine line to walk in the face of numerous personalities taking the reins of the warlike nation.
"Go and greet the Princess, I will meet you in the hall," Artos ordered and turned his head as the older man bowed and left to follow his orders. 'Be nice.' He reprimanded the reflection in the window.
Artos stood at the center of the great marble hall, declining to sit in the throne for now. As he waited, he looked down at himself, the plain white cotton shirt and plain brown pants, wondering, idly, if he should have worn something more... formal, but perhaps this was for the best. He really doubted he could reign in his tongue if he was uncomfortable.
Prince Aurelius Scorpio stared out the small window, enjoying the salty breeze rolling in from the tide. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deep, feeling his longs with the unique scent that only an ocean could bring. Looking down, he examined the spiraling city below, the crisscrossing maze of streets, the scurrying people that, from where he was, looked more like ants then human beings. Even from his office, he could hear the buzzing of the voices. Impossible to make out one from the other from the distance, but he could hazard what it was. Negotiating price of goods, asking neighbors how their day is going, simple conversations filling the air of the large city and bringing it to life.
The large oak door to his office slammed open, and Artos leaned away from the window, turning his head over at the sudden intrusion. A large man entered, a scar running down his nose, the blade that had long since passed over his face taking out a chunk of the nose with it giving the man a rather unappealing visage. His hands gripped a stack of papers as if to protect them from any unseen attackers even in the small study that had books and papers strewn about the floor, "My Lord Scorpio, Princess Aries has arrived," his gruff voice broke out smashing what little hope of peace and solitude his small office could provide.
The Princess Aries has arrived, "Has she?" He asked to no one in particular. The announcement of the visit had sent the council into a frenzy. So many things could go wrong and, likely, would go wrong. It was always an... event when the leader of their neighbor changed and this time, Artos had only sparse information on their newest princess which did not bode well as he was far from the most diplomatic of people. He could already imagine the old men in the council chambers biting their nails as they imagined all the ways their 'beloved' prince could rub the princess the wrong with with his charming nature. But there was little to help with it, but he had to try.
"Don't want to keep her waiting. She might get replaced by some other sword swinging maniac with a desire for power. Then we would have to do all this over. Again, can you imagine that?" Artos said flashing a smile to the older man, "Or would it be again? We haven't truly started it yet, so I suppose it would almost be a do-over," he said in mock confusion.
"Prince.." Gregor growled, his thick, brooding eyebrows low over his eyes, "Be careful today. We can't afford slip ups here."
"I know," Artos said, he truly did. They couldn't afford to fight their neighbors. They didn't have the military strength to do anything. They relied on their information and secrets to keep them safe.. as well as the economic repercussions attacking them would bring them whilst trying to appear more trouble then they were worth. It was a fine line to walk in the face of numerous personalities taking the reins of the warlike nation.
"Go and greet the Princess, I will meet you in the hall," Artos ordered and turned his head as the older man bowed and left to follow his orders. 'Be nice.' He reprimanded the reflection in the window.
Artos stood at the center of the great marble hall, declining to sit in the throne for now. As he waited, he looked down at himself, the plain white cotton shirt and plain brown pants, wondering, idly, if he should have worn something more... formal, but perhaps this was for the best. He really doubted he could reign in his tongue if he was uncomfortable.