Juxtaposed beside the two strangers, Leonan felt odd when met with Mateo's approachable demeanor. Their eyes were... complete, compared to his; they succeeded in being the beautiful microcosms of the soul, while he himself, despite any pretence of inherent supremacy felt alien or crippled. The rubies of his eyes displayed nothing underneath the surface. Yet, he wasn't now unhappy. Leonan had relaxed; reclining his posture in the seat, a coy grin warning his expression, and aleviating its tension.
Propping up his head in the palm of his hand, resting an elbow on the arm of his chair, Leonan watched Mateo draw closer; an eyebrow of his slightly arching.
"Perhaps mine is... blue. - I've never put much thought into it."
With visible stiffness in his joints, Leonan hunched over to lift the underside of his knees with his hands, and place his legs upon an ottoman. "This place started quite small. The last dragon was slain on this peak, and when man turned to the surface to take what was theirs, they built a home to revere their savior. - Every generation since, at least when they could afford it, constructed countless rooms of their own, until it grew like treemoss. Perhaps you shouldn't go out alone, Mateo. Of the entire city, this is perhaps the only place that's safe and peaceful."Stretching out his arms and legs, Leonan rubbed the back of his hand to his eyes, before breathing a light sigh. "I'm sure you intend on bringing 'order' soon, and that you'll want my advising to do so. Do no harm, and I'll do as you ask ,"
He scoffed at the notion of staying in the castle, "I'd as soon as much stay here where it's safe while all my men are in town, as I would chop off my right arm- and mind you that is my dominant one." He was quite serious of that, but he was always serious when anyone offered him something better then his men just because he was leading them. He knew he wasn't better then any of the men under Xavier and he wouldn't be treated as such or give himself the right to.
Cracking the fingers on his hands his expression softened yet he still had a serious aura surrounding him, "Not so much order, I'm sure your nation isn't in such disorder that it needs my help with that. Rather I believe we should on focus on bringing our two nations together peacefully with no want of revolution." He frowned at the thought, he trusted his people wouldn't, but he didn't know how Leonan's people would think of their union.
He straightened his spine and watched the others form, not offering to help him move for he subconsciously thought it would offend him, "Moving on, where are your people Leonan? I hope you didn't scare them too much from our approach, though it would be understandable if you had" He pressed his hand into the carpet to pull on of his legs under himself to stand, turning to pull a chair closer to the new court official and sit heavily into it, leaning forward on his knees to give him his full attention.

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General FictionThere is a curse, a curse on a royal family, this curse has led to many deaths and sickly minds. Leonan is the last of this line of royalty, a King with a sickly body that, like all of predecessors, is characterized by pale skin, white hair, and red...