His coronation was every bit as theatrical as one would expect of him with thousands in attendance, all the pomp and ceremony and pampering. He had a full court of attendants tending to him at all times. After the ceremony, he took a long bath with servants giving him a manicure and pedicure while he soaked in a tub filled with petals.
Through it all, Arcanos noticed Trodai’s absence. He had been in the city when the incident between him and Karys occurred on the walls and entirely unaware of the situation. After his mani pedi and spa day, Arcanos found himself draped on a royal seat, adorned in loose clothing. He had a goblet loosely held between his fingers, having called Karys to come meet with him. He hadn’t had many chances to be alone with his husband since his ascension.
“Narat would be a smart match,” One of his advisors said as Arcanos coolly assessed his neatly trimmed and clear polished nails, “The youngest daughter is a beauty. I think you will find her suitable.”
“Mm,” Arcanos responded absentmindedly while taking a sip. He knew Narat was a smart match, especially in this city. With Sadow out of the way, there was a vacuum of power and a native name would be critical to hold Murzana.
For now, however, he awaited Karys while lounging with the demeanor of a well fed cat, one of his legs curled up and his posture one of relaxed decadence. He was every bit the King he was born to be.
@Apollyon