[center][color=DAA520][h2][b]E L I A S  K O K I N O S[/b][/h2][/color]
[sup][i]P R I N C E  o f  P Ó L E M O S[/i][/sup]
[sub][i]interacting with [@Amethyst] & [@darkwolf687][/i][/sub][/center]
[INDENT]Elias chuckled. “Perhaps so.” He raised his brows as a man almost as tall as Elias himself approached with five guards, two of which carried a golden chest and one looking…more important than the other four guardsmen. The man at the head was practically [i]dripping[/i] with gold and jewels.

And when he bowed and started to speak, Elias couldn’t help but think he was dripping with pretentiousness too.

[i]This must be Edwin Drakewine of Britannia,[/i] Elias thought. [i]Perhaps I should leave to let these two speak. They are betrothed, are they not?[/i]

Elias glanced around the room, and couldn’t help but notice Alejandro looking his way as the blond crossed the room. The Pólemesian offered him a nod as their eyes met before returning to the approaching prince and his entourage.

The man bowed, and Elias merely blinked at first, but returned the bow with a traditional Pólemesian hand gesture and bowed his head rather than fully bowing. He did not appreciate the reminder of the assassination attempts. “On my brother’s life, not mine,” he clarified. “You make it sound as though I was the target.”

If only Elias knew…

He bowed his head as he accepted the gift, saying a small, “Thank you, Your Highness. I appreciate it.” However, as the conversation transitioned to more between Dom and Edwin, he determined it was likely his time to leave.

“Forgive me,” he said, turning to Dom. “I shall not linger. I hope to see you again to practice, perhaps is the better word. I will suggest it to Dafni to see if she will join us sometime.” He turned to Edwin and nodded his head. “Thank you again for this generous gift.” With that, he walked away, hoping to find some good wine somewhere. Likely it wouldn’t be strong enough.

He found a glass of red and looked around, eyes straying again towards the blond hair that still made him think of pleasurable sunrises and romantic sunsets. It seems he’d…found someone. Andronikos of Athens, or something like that anyway. Elias had never suddenly cared about who he was more. Alejandro was clearly about to have another fling. [i]Good grief, he’s found another one,[/i] he thought. [i]Gods help him. Apparently he has lost all taste.[/i][/INDENT]

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[color=lightgray][i]The red is the color of his cape, the lion the shape of the gold fastener; Dafni’s attire has his laurel crown and can be found in his first post[/i][/color]
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[hider=Elias’ FC]
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/f0/a2/ccf0a2b5351edbc78343b0e761a603ca.jpg[/img]
[color=lightgray][i]Slight change: his hair is actually almost shoulder-length[/i][/color][/hider][/center]