The great hall was silent, the weight of expectation pressing down upon the air as the old priest bowed.
No one spoke. No one moved. The only sound was the faint rustle of Elios’s robes as he straightened.
Alpheo’s eyes drilled into the old man, his stare unwavering, sharp as a blade poised against the throat. He studied every wrinkle on the priest’s face, every movent of his hands, every breath he took
Then, Alpheo broke the silence. His voice was even, almost casual, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it, as he would have liked nothing more than to cut the man where he stood.
"We were quite surprised when we heard that certain nobles in the north had made a rather... generous land donation for the construction of a temple." He let the words settle in the air, watching for any flicker of reaction.
"At the ti, I couldn’t quite understand the reason for such a display of piety." His lips curled into sothing resembling a smirk, though his eyes remained cold. "And truth be told, I still don’t."
He tilted his head slightly, fingers tapping idly against the armrest of his throne. "So, I’d like to ask you,father Elios—what thod did you use to bring out such generosity from a man? From people who, if mory serves, had never before shown themselves to be so charitable."
Elios lifted his head, his face calm, the deep lines on his skin etched like the roots of an ancient tree. His expression did not waver beneath Alpheo’s scrutiny, nor did his voice falter as he spoke.
"The good way," he said, his tone gentle yet firm, "always finds its path into the hearts of n, given ti. Every soul has its own way of opening to it, so in quiet contemplation, others through trials that weigh upon their spirit."
He straightened slightly, the posture of a man who had walked countless roads yet carried no burden upon his shoulders. "For many years, I have wandered through the lands of this Empire, tending to the lost sheep of the flocks. I have spoken to the weary, the hopeless, the forgotten. I have nded what was broken, given warmth where there was only cold."
His gaze flickered between Alpheo and Jasmine, unreadable yet steady. "What I have found is this—most n, no matter their wealth, no matter their station, are always searching." His voice softened slightly, as though recalling mories far older than the room he stood in. "They seek the hand that will guide them, that will steady them when the path is unclear."
A small, knowing smile touched his lips. "And when the need was there, I did what I could to be that hand."
Elios let his gaze settle on Jasmine, his expression shifting into sothing almost warm—though not without the asured control of a man who chose his words with great care.
"Your Grace," he began, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity, "I would be remiss if I did not comnd you for the generosity you have shown your people. It is not often that a ruler’s na reaches the ears of the common folk with gratitude rather than lant."
He clasped his hands in front of him, his tone becoming thoughtful. "On my way here, I made it a point to stop wherever I could, to lend a hand where it was needed. I have walked these lands for many years, and in every corner of the Empire, I have heard the sa cries—taxes that strip n of their livelihoods, roads plagued with bandits who prey upon those desperate enough to travel in search of coin."
His eyes darkened slightly, as if rembering the countless tis he had co across such hardship. "It is a tale as old as ti itself, and one I have heard repeated so often that I expected no difference here."
Then, sothing like amusent—perhaps even admiration—glimred in his gaze. "And yet, I was pleasantly surprised. As I moved southward, through lands sworn directly to the crown, I found none of the suffering I had co to expect. Each village I passed spoke not of hunger but of good harvests. Not of fear, but of safety."
He spread his hands slightly. "I was told, again and again, that since Your Grace ascended the throne and wed your consort, no bandits had darkened their roads. That the weight of the taxes did not break their backs but allowed them to thrive."
He inclined his head, his voice taking on a reverent note. "It is a rare thing, indeed, to hear such words about a ruler. And even rarer for them to be true."
Jasmine’s lips curved into a asured smile, though there was a sharpness in her eyes as she replied, "The safety of the roads is owed to the brave soldiers in service of the crown. In tis of peace, they do not idle in luxury but safeguard the very veins of my princedom, ensuring that rchants and common folk alike may travel without fear."
Elios nodded, as if in agreent, before his gaze drifted toward Alpheo. "Great things have happened here, indeed," he said, his voice carrying the weight of observation. "It seems the gods have shown great generosity upon this land."
His eyes lingered on the prince consort, studying him with an almost knowing expression. "You may be pleased to hear, my lord, that there are many who believe you to have been blessed by the gods of warriors. So even claim you to be one of his offspring."
At that, Alpheo let out a chuckle, his head tilting slightly in amusent. "I hate to disappoint," he said, voice laced with dry humor, "but my parents were farrs. No divine blood flows through my veins—only the sweat and toil of honest work of people who broke their backs."
Elios chuckled softly, the sound low and asured, before shaking his head slightly. "Everywhere I traveled where the crown’s rule was direct, I heard naught but good things," he continued, his tone still light but carrying a newfound weight. "The people spoke of plentiful harvests, of roads free from bandits, of a ruler who sees to their well-being."
His voice remained even, but there was sothing careful in the way he shaped his next words. "You can understand, then, my confusion when I heard that this sa crown had allowed heretics to settle upon its lands... and maintain their wrong ways."
The atmosphere in the throne hall shifted instantly. The ease that had settled in the conversation evaporated like mist under the rising sun. The guards, standing motionless along the pillars, seed to straighten ever so slightly. A subtle tension gripped the air, the words hanging heavy between them.
Jasmine’s gaze turned sharp, the warmth in her expression cooling into sothing unreadable. Her fingers, resting lightly on the arm of her throne, drumd once before stilling. "Are we to understand, then," she said, voice asured but firm, "that this was the reason for your request to et with us?"
Elios inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "I fear so," he admitted.
Elios let out a quiet sigh, as though burdened by a weight only he could feel. He lifted his gaze, eyes steady and unwavering, and spoke with the conviction of a man who had long since dedicated his soul to his faith.
"It is the duty of any follower of the Star, especially those blessed with power, not only to protect the flock but to correct those who have strayed from the righteous path," he said, his voice carrying through the hall with a solemn gravity. "With gentle hands, we must guide those who seek redemption, those who would turn their hearts back to the light of the gods. But for those who refuse to see, those who cling to their false idols and defy the will of the divine..."
He paused, his fingers clasping together before him as if in silent prayer. "For them, there is only fire."
His words echoed in the chamber, settling uneasily in the air.
Elios’ gaze flickered toward Jasmine, and there was no mistaking the weight behind his next words. "To allow heretics to remain upon your lands, to let them openly maintain their false ways, is not rely an error of governance—it is an affront to the gods themselves. A challenge to the natural order that has guided the faithful for centuries."
His tone softened, but only just. "I do not co to question your wisdom, Your Grace. But I must ask... how could such a thing be allowed?"
Alpheo exhaled slowly, then leaned forward, resting his forearms on his throne. His gaze, sharp as a blade’s edge, locked onto Elios.
"If you ca here hoping for our permission to lay waste to the people we have invited onto our lands, then I’m afraid you will be sorely disappointed." His voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the iron beneath his words.
"The crown has extended its protection over them, and that does not change simply because of a whi. Be it right or wrong in their religion, they are under our rule now, and under our rule, they will remain unmolested."
His fingers tapped lightly against the carved armrest of his throne before he continued. "The royal decree is clear. Just as the followers of the Star are to be protected from any who would seek to do them harm, so too are those whom we have welcod to settle within our borders. It is not for you, nor any priest, to decide who is worthy of the crown’s protection. That privilege belongs to the throne alone."
His voice grew firr. "The crown will maintain its position in this matter, and I swear to you, Brother Elios, so long as they pay their due and honor their obligations, we will defend them as we would any man, regardless of the gods they pray to.And perhapse those who voiced such concerns may even have the opportunity to see whetever or not the rumors about my heritage are true..."
The hall was silent, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Elios suddenly smiled.His expression was one of serene understanding, as though the words exchanged re monts ago had been nothing but a simple miscommunication, and as if the threat given by Alpheo wasn’t directed to him.
"Oh, but I fear you misunderstand ," he said, his voice smooth, almost placating. "I am but a simple priest, Your Grace. I co not with swords or fire, only with faith. I rely wish to send so of my brethren to preach among these new subjects of yours, to guide them to the Star’s light, and perhaps—should the gods will it—to build a humble temple among them."
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed not on Alpheo, but on Jasmine. He had made his stance clear, and now he addressed the true authority in the room, the one with the power to decide.
Jasmine, ever composed, did not imdiately respond. Instead, she turned her gaze to Alpheo. He t her look with the barest twitch of a smirk before giving a small swoosh of his hand—a casual, almost dismissive gesture.
Returning her focus to Elios, Jasmine finally spoke, her tone asured. "As we have stated, those we invited upon our lands are under the crown’s protection. And just as we will shield them from harm, so too will we protect any who choose to walk the path of the Star within their lands." She let the words settle for a mont before continuing, "You may send your priests to show the way, as you say. They will not be hindered."
She studied Elios carefully as she spoke, watching for any shift in his expression, any flicker of emotion that might reveal more than his words. The old priest had co with a purpose, but whether this was truly the extent of it—Jasmine was not yet certain.
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