Two Eyes Cenote absque [ap]

Revolving then, to guide the warrior upon a rise in stone where they might overlook the festivities below  from a more quiet locale. Soused as he was, his face still turned a darker shade of firm as soon as the subject of Mereo was raised.

“Then we shall host your wedding here,” he swung an arm above the crowd, paying little mind to the wry voice which joked of it, “no palace more grand, nor fitting, for a commander and his bride.” Children, too. Children with which to anchor the bonds of an alliance, the beginnings of a bloodline of eternal loyalists. A man with the age and wealth of Germanicus must be in want of these things.

“You have heard there has been a death on our door,” Rashepses’ gaze reached for the sun-tinged sight of his companion. Their kingdoms were not impenetrable. Their guards were few. “Mereo will rise again. With you, as Imperator.” A hand, clapped about the back left no room for no refusals.

He waited, perhaps it was for purpose. There was none greater than Mereo. He was certain Germanicus would see it.