He could hear Clover talking to the slave, and the woman responding, their voices soft and hushed. Large ears flicked back, but found no importance in distinguishing the words that came from either of the women. He was brimming with an urgent, nervous energy - Bubbling over with it. But his strength and cunning had no use here, and that left the man high-strung and impatiently frustrated.
Siv was the first to heed his call, although she took her time in doing it. There was not nearly enough submissive haste in the witch's step, as she entered his chamber, and the King's venomous eyes flashed with toxic green flames. Yet, his tongue remained still; Now was not the time to berate her, not when her specific talents were required.
He had always been a superstitious man, but never a religious one. Gods had always seemed to fickle a topic, too ominous and unpractical a presence within the life of a would-be-King, a serpent in Luperci form. He had always been far too enamored with his own wit, his own delicious existence, to consider the possibility that it was owed to something greater. But Siv had shown him her magic, and that had been difficult to deny - He had no grasp of science, as few in their pre-technological mindset did. All he had needed was proof, and she was a source of it.
Another appeared, this one with the appropriate amount of hurry to her step, and the King recognized her instantly as the warrior who had fought with him to defend their borders against the invaders. He knew her name, now; Had sought it out. Few escaped the attention of the Thistle King. He stepped back from the doorway to allow the healer entry, and immediately she assumed an authoritative stance.
Sirius was out of his depth. It was normally within his very being to project such dominance that those who came to him came bowing their heads in submission. But this was women's magic - How peculiar that he would have no standing within his own chamber, within his own kingdom? Olive eyes snapped back to Alessandra's face as she addressed him, her words low and calm. His pupils narrowed, and black lips peeled up, irritated that she saw it within her power to advise him to leave. "I will be here for the birth of my sons, healer," Came the snarled reply, although pupils flitted uncertainly over Clover, and then to Siv, seeking some form of clarification. He needed to be here, though. Needed to see his heirs as they came into the world.
Even so, his presence was flighty, uncertain, and he hovered near to the door at the back of the milling crowd of women.
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