There they were. Yeul and Nero. The two of them together as they should be. He remained out of sight, waiting for an opportunity. While there was one, with Yeul, he knew Nero had to die, which meant he had to take Nero from Yeul and she would see him die, before her. Caius knew it would be hard on her. She was a queen, and deserved the respect of one last simple thing with Nero. In this case, it happened to be breakfast. He allowed them to eat, waiting around the corner for them to finish their meal.
If they saw him, then the fight would be on, but he made certain to keep himself out of sight entirely. Whenever Nero stepped into his line of sight, then he would make himself known. He was ready, he would serve and guard Yeul. It had been circling his thoughts and desires, to do so. Though he mused, idly, about the aftermath of Nero's death. He would guard and shield Yeul from everything, but he wondered what he would gain or lose. It didn't matter, but it was a curiosity he would have answered after it was over.
As well did he wonder how Yeul would take the death of her guardian. He remembered her so clearly, yet felt baffled from the moment he saw her, before they had stepped into the restaurant. She had been older than him at the parade, yet it had been over a decade, and she still appeared exactly the way he remembered. Did she not age? It was the one thing out of the entire trip he had been unable to wrap his head around.
Perhaps he would get the chance to ask her.
He waited for several minutes, it took awhile, but they were eating. Caius waited until he heard the door, and finally stepped around the corner. His steps were calm, without any hesitation. Without a second thought or fear, he stopped before Nero when they emerged from the restaurant, but at a respectable distance. He wasn't tense or cautious, he stood confidently, and certain. Caius's gaze never wavered as he met with Nero's.
"I am ready, Nero." He spoke firm, yet quiet, his voice level, and icy. Face without expression, eyes focused. Caius reached for the large blade, held on his back, and pulled it free. He let his arm hang low, and the end of the blade touch the hard ground.
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If they saw him, then the fight would be on, but he made certain to keep himself out of sight entirely. Whenever Nero stepped into his line of sight, then he would make himself known. He was ready, he would serve and guard Yeul. It had been circling his thoughts and desires, to do so. Though he mused, idly, about the aftermath of Nero's death. He would guard and shield Yeul from everything, but he wondered what he would gain or lose. It didn't matter, but it was a curiosity he would have answered after it was over.
As well did he wonder how Yeul would take the death of her guardian. He remembered her so clearly, yet felt baffled from the moment he saw her, before they had stepped into the restaurant. She had been older than him at the parade, yet it had been over a decade, and she still appeared exactly the way he remembered. Did she not age? It was the one thing out of the entire trip he had been unable to wrap his head around.
Perhaps he would get the chance to ask her.
He waited for several minutes, it took awhile, but they were eating. Caius waited until he heard the door, and finally stepped around the corner. His steps were calm, without any hesitation. Without a second thought or fear, he stopped before Nero when they emerged from the restaurant, but at a respectable distance. He wasn't tense or cautious, he stood confidently, and certain. Caius's gaze never wavered as he met with Nero's.
"I am ready, Nero." He spoke firm, yet quiet, his voice level, and icy. Face without expression, eyes focused. Caius reached for the large blade, held on his back, and pulled it free. He let his arm hang low, and the end of the blade touch the hard ground.
He was ready.