Moloch raised an eyebrow at Akhil's invitation. It was obvious that Kallias wanted to accept it. He could tell that his brother was fighting the urge to squirm in his seat in his excitement, his face lit up in anticipation. Despite himself, Moloch smiled slightly. Kallias would ever be a child. It was at once a weakness and a strength. His brother would never be a good ruler. He was too soft-hearted for the tough decisions. He would much rather stand and fight than allow others fight to cover his retreat in the event of a lost battle and would fall for any sob story a criminal fed him to escape justice's sword. Yet, he loved and was loved in return by everyone he met.
"You are free to visit Ashkara as a gesture of our goodwill, Kallias. Cyurs, how would you feel about visiting Ashkara?"
"Oh, it's been a long time since I've been south of the Waking Sea and even longer since I've been to an Ashkaran wedding."
"There's a wedding?" Kallias asked.
"There might be. People are getting married all the time," Cyrus quipped lightly. Moloch raised his goblet to hide his expression as he returned his attention to the lovely Princess of Cinnabar. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink. He could not help but admire her smile. It was honest, a rare sight to behold when dealing with others at court.
"Yet you would brighten it all the same," he told her. As he spoke, a new song began to play, causing him to offer Aada his hand.
"Do you like to dance?"