Mm, pity that he couldn't read @Luther ♔'s thoughts. The smile that grew on the prince's features was one that had curiosity bubbling in the Devorre's mind but it never crossed his features. Instead, neutrality was an ever constant feature on his face as he watched the youth before him. I wouldn't really know. Sure he had an alliance with the Wheat King but did Alaric hold him in high regard? Adeodatus wasn't sure and hadn't even thought to ask because it wouldn't matter to him anyways. The opinion of others mattered little to him. I joined back in the summer months. He would state, not really knowing exactly when he joined but that it was hot as fuck when he did.

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Well, Alaric was a difficult man to read around his acquaintances and allies, although he tended to show his appreciation. You're high up in the ranks, that speaks for itself. The princeling shrugged. Father dearest certain wouldn't put someone he doesn't trust as a Mire Noble. He was much wiser than that.

Tail tip tapped against the damp, cold ground as the prince swatted at a mosquito that chose to pester him. The grey nobleman had joined months ago, which was odd. Luther hadn't noticed him around. Then again, Luther wasn't very perceptive of his father's toy soldiers. Maybe he should be, though. Ahhh, I see... so, what's your end goal, Adeodatus? He put on a curious expression, wanting to dig deeper into the older man. Are you dreaming of being King? Or will you serve my father forever? Most likely the first option. Didn't all men want to be Kings? Few deserved it.

@Luther ♔ had a point but Adeodatus would shrug his massive shoulders a little bit before hearing the next words. What were his dreams? A small chuckle formed as Adeodatus would glance along the Mire undergrowth. I don't plan to follow your father until I die. He is a reliable ally for sure, but I have my own plans for a crown. He would admit towards the princeling even glancing over towards Luther with a raised eyebrow. Do you plan to stay under your father's rule? Or did this child of Alaric plan to go out and expand his own empire, perhaps it would help aide not only Adeodatus but Alaric too.

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Luther listened to the heavy chuckle that tore through the air as @Adeodatus seemed highly amused by his question. Luther expected to hear nothing less from what the grey man was intending to do; get a crown, not follow Alaric until he dies. Pretty simple dreams, for a simple man. Quite uneventful, although he could see how that would another allied pride would benefit Alaric, considering that Sahir had fallen.

The boy prince was a sponge - he was quickly absorbing the game that his vater played. Befriending and surrounding himself with strong men, Alaric had a talent for picking out ambitious lions to join his inner circle so when they took up a crown they would remember him and how welcoming and generous he was. Clever, and Luther would certainly make a note of that.

The next question was met with a nonchalant shrug; "Yes," he smirked. "Until I take up the mantle, then it will be my rule." Just how things went. The boy began to lazily rise up, stretching out his ever-growing pale body in a cat-like manner. "Well, duty calls, my friend." He shot the older lion a grin. "Can't have you be the most hard-working hound around, can we?" With that, the boy took his leave to continue on his patrol... or maybe go and take a nap uninterrupted.

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So @Luther ♔ didn't say much about what Adeodatus said but instead began to focus on what his answer should be. It made since that the prince would take after his father and rule the Mire behind him. But now it seemed that he actually wanted to do some work and it cause the brute to chuckle slightly at him. Don't work to hard. He would muse towards the prince. Of course Adeodatus would get up himself, stretch real good, before moving along the border again to patrol it one last time before he would turn to leave and head back to his own den to relax for a bit. Exit

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