Tiberyon

Desalogia was waiting at the entrance when Eurydice's caravan arrived. They finally reached the end of the gates and hopped down from their stallions, Lumiere and Noir. Ares's eyes caught Desalogia's. The prince was smoking with his servants. A maid from the Palace was behind them, convincing the prince to avoid smoking as the Queen did not like the smell of it, but Desalogia didn't pay attention.

When the Queen composed herself and stretched her slender limbs into the air, she sniffed the smoke from Desalogia's cigarette and coughed. Her spiral eyes focused on the prince, who only smirked at her and looked back at the sky, ignoring her.

"That rascal," she grumbled and covered her little nose with her palms before rolling her eyes.

Icarai, who was beside the Queen, took a deep breath. He didn't really want to talk to the prince.

"What are you waiting for?" Eurydice's brows ascended for a bit. "Go tell him."

Ares stopped Icarai from going. He smiled, "I'll go if you're too nervous.
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