"Told you women swoon after talking with me."
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Alastor walked out onto the balcony, looking down at his city, his land, his world.

Clasping his hands onto the railing, he detected the simultaneous 'clink' of his rings.

Just two.

Alastor lifted his hands up, staring at them.

Hard and calloused, these hands were shaped for work. Everyday, he practiced and sparred, keeping his hands like this.

It made many errands much easier.

With one swift motion, Alastor brought his hands up, conductor-like.

Sudden strings of blackened red stretched between the two rings, each on the middle finger.

The strings collected together, forming a viewing frame, and the first thing that appeared was the Queen, with a strange man.

"You're back, hmm?"" He muttered, closing in on her wrists. "And you have the bracelets...."

He snapped his hands closed, causing a dry 'smack' sound.

Turning, he saw Dustin Duncan, his most trusted guard, waiting for him.

"Your Majesty-"

Alastor waved a hand. "You don't need to call me 'Your Majesty', Dustin. Earned that much."

Dustin nodded, relaxing slightly. "I've come to ask for a couple day's leave."

This surprised Alastor, to say the least. Dustin wasn't one to ask for a leave out of the blue like this...

"Why, Dustin?"

He cleared his throat, before smiling widely. "I'm going to get married!"

Ah, that's why.

"Oh, who's the lucky dame?" He questioned, motioning Dustin over.

Dustin walked over, more of a spring to his step. "The lass's name is Elen, and and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

Alastor chuckled, seeing the shine in his eyes. He put an arm around Dustin's shoulders and pulled him close.

Dustin was startled, but looked at the king expectantly.

"No."

Dustin's face seemed to crumble, before he cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "Alright, s-"

"Take two weeks off."

Alastor watched as Dustin stared at him, mouth open in shock.

"Two...two weeks? Thank you, thank you so much sir, Alastor, Majesty-"

"You're rambling."

Dustin let out glad laughter. "I am, aren't I?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Oh wow...thank you so much."

"It's fine.." Alastor pulled away and waved him off. "Go now, before I change my mind."

Dustin nodded again, bowing before almost tripping, then catching his balance and jetting out of there.

Alastor turned back to look out, and brought up the screen again.

"Send some of your men to apprehend the Queen and this man, then burn down Harsen."

A low, deep hum resonated in his head, and he nodded, before deactivating the screen and heading down to the throne room to meet with some of his advisors.

{{Bye Y'all and Bye my garbage children!~}}