King Elk Forest marshal.

After @Germanicus left, Célnes was alone within grove. No one else seemed to be in the den, and she was left in but a thought. Marshal was definitely in that mixture, as the man who was so dedicated to the High Elk, even he had made the religion look worsen from her own eyes. Watching him praise be the Deity and ignore her so, a resentment had unknowingly been built around not only the religion, but the life that surrounded possible romances.

A slight chuckle at the thought, as in the end they were both used. She wanted a romance that never could be, and he wanted to be the perfect Deorwine man, and a chance to be a King. He never mentioned, but she always assumed.

Then the thought came to be, who would really worship her, like they do the High Elk?

Though there was always a particular guard that was around her.

It seemed it was the closest she would get.

A slick smile continued upon the Kings face, an eye looking out for the seasons ahead.