Proteus

Since the book of peace has been brought to Syracuse, banquets and balls were a constant in the new King's life, as were the headaches that came with them. Of course, Proteus didn't mind exactly, since he was a naturally gentle person with a silver-tongue that came with being nobility.

However, there WAS the fact that he had to listen to embassadors of different kingdoms and empires offer wedding pacts left and right. He had half the mind to marry a random stranger, just so he could converse about something, ANYTHING else.

When he caught himself thinking in such ways, his usually gentle smile would turn almost melancholic, remembering the days he would proudly introduce his betrothed, Marina, to the world. And he would often catch himself longing for that same, if not more profound bond, where he could speak of any and everything, without fear of.... Anything, really.

Turning away from the group of nobles, finally, he noticed a figure standing off to the side and leaned against the edge of the glass doors that lead to the balcony. They were wearing leathers that looked comfortable and almost stretchy, rather than suffocating. He recognized them, a captain and ambassador of a far off land. They had been here in Syracuse on the day of his coronation, and were one of the only representatives who showed true respect without any boot-licking. And though they had spoken briefly, Proteus found himself enjoying having an unlikely confidante..