Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2023 11:14:38 GMT -5
[ For Akagi Llewellyn | Takes place sometime in the days following the attack of the Wall ]
As their meeting approached, though, Bowen walked through the palace with a determination that the people inside were used to by now. He was capable of bowling over anyone in his way, yet deftly stepped aside for any and all who came into his path. The scowl that he wore accidentally by the way his face simply fell was quickly replaced with a smile at every such occasion, and eventually he would find himself standing outside the current monarch's office. He knocked three times with the back of his knuckles, then stood with his hands behind his back and waited.
Dressed, as always, in a simple shirt, jacket, and trousers, with his wispy hair tucked behind his ears and the scar along his face fully visible, he likely wouldn't strike anyone as the friendly, successful figure that he was. He stood without weapons, and with only one ring in his jacket pocket, the one used to hide the scars along his face. He didn't need it for today, but he always kept it with him.
"It's Bowen Belcourt, my Prince," he called out, his tone more serious than the smile that accompanied it.
Bowen had scheduled a time to meet with the Prince, one that took place after his most important meetings and once things had settled down. He would be coronated as King soon, no doubt, and he needed to know everything about what had been going on in his Kingdom. The Minister of Internal Affairs struggled with the idea of telling him everything. On one hand, the Prince would probably not like what he was going to hear. He may even want to punish Bowen, but the Minister was only carrying out the orders of his Queen. If anyone would have to be punished, it would be Kimora Llewellyn, and should it go any differently, the whole Kingdom would know. Bowen would not leave his fate up to chance. His men were loyal to him, and were ready with a contingency plan. Though, in truth, he didn't think they would have to execute it.
On the other hand, if he did not tell the Prince himself, the former Queen may. And that would be much, much worse. It was best to be honest and forthcoming, before someone could be forthcoming for you.
As their meeting approached, though, Bowen walked through the palace with a determination that the people inside were used to by now. He was capable of bowling over anyone in his way, yet deftly stepped aside for any and all who came into his path. The scowl that he wore accidentally by the way his face simply fell was quickly replaced with a smile at every such occasion, and eventually he would find himself standing outside the current monarch's office. He knocked three times with the back of his knuckles, then stood with his hands behind his back and waited.
Dressed, as always, in a simple shirt, jacket, and trousers, with his wispy hair tucked behind his ears and the scar along his face fully visible, he likely wouldn't strike anyone as the friendly, successful figure that he was. He stood without weapons, and with only one ring in his jacket pocket, the one used to hide the scars along his face. He didn't need it for today, but he always kept it with him.
"It's Bowen Belcourt, my Prince," he called out, his tone more serious than the smile that accompanied it.