Bound By Blood

[Tripion -- Shudamin]

Word had quickly reached the Azgedans that the Queen was dead, and that King Roan would take the throne. There was both joy and sadness in this news. The clan would mourn for its queen, but celebrate the return of their once prince . . . now embraced as king. So when everyone gathered in the capital to see him, Tripion Shudamin was among them. He stayed behind most of the crowd, a hood over his head as he just watched the scene unfold. The queen had never been fond of Tripion, and he had kept his distance, though fulfilling his tasks of providing weapons.

He was closer to the prince . . . or king rather. King. King Roan. The thought caused a smile to curl onto Tripion's lips as he let out a high pitch giggle. Watching Roan's return was truly a glorious thing. His expression sobered when he could have sworn Roan made eye contact with him. Or perhaps it was with someone nearby. Either way, it had caused Tripion to slightly recoil back, taking a few steps behind him, eyes still locked onto the no longer exiled man.

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Disbelief was still Roans companion. The past years had nod been easy to him and yet here he was, where his life once began, king of a nation that he had been banished from. Nobody can cast a king out of his kingdom they said and they were right. Nobody could take him away from here anymore. But there was more to it, he knew. As they paraded him around, he knew there was more he needed to do in his kingdom. Roan noticed him in the crowd, Tripion, one they usually avoided, aside from when they needed him. He was brilliant at his craft. Roan quite liked him, actually. He had a certain sense of loyalty. He was loyal to exactly the things that one could anticipate. And he was more than that.

Out there Roan learned of something that changed a lot for him, and for him. Given his siblings, Roan tended to avoid them, to not like them even. He was lucky he was the oldest one, because he was relatively sure, should it have been one of them he would not be back home. After seeing him in the crowd, he still indulged in a moment in his childhood home, washing, changing and just taking a breath. The day had him emotional in many ways. And since it was already a hard, he decided to just continue with him. He had seen Tripion flinch when he looked at him, so might as well rip off the bandage.

Roan made his way to where Tripion lived. He didn't bother with knocking. Once knocking would have wasted precious time, now he had the time, he just did not want to take it. "Tripion!" He said. "Where are you?" What if he wasn't back from the center of the town yet?


Tripion -- Shudamin