@AquaticQueenM Arthur Curry has never lacked for comfidence, that being said, it has never prevented him from being a man apart. He has never felt fully accepted on the surface nor in Atlantis.
He ascended to a throne he did not want,>>
@AquaticQueenM was ill suited for and never prepared for. He did his best but it was clear, he was not a king. A man of two worlds, belonging to none.
The man who left, is not the one who returned. Battle hardened by war, he honed his skills as a leader. The man standing in council>>
@AquaticQueenM chambers wields a commanding presence that was not there before. This man needs not speak to get everyone’s attention.
He locks eyes with his love as she speaks but does not move, even when the thing he wants to take her in his arms. He fought long and hard to get back to he>>
@AquaticQueenM but knows this is not the time nor the place. He takes his place on his throne, resting his elbows on his thighs, interlacing his fingers together just below his chin as he leans forward on his throne.
He looks all tge council members in the eyes, silently.>>
@AquaticQueenM After a moment, he finally straightens.
“I leave to ensure the safety of not my kingdom but my people. Months, spent in hell, only to return to this. You conspire to steal my throne, my wife.”
Arthur speaks, his voice gruff but authoritative and sure of itself>>
@AquaticQueenM unlike in previous council meetings. He raises a hand to cut off council members as they try to speak.
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“I have traveled long and far and am tired. Leave us, /now/!”
Arthur turns to Vulko.>>
@AquaticQueenM “You too, Vulko.”
He addresses both council members and Vulko in a tone conveying that he is not to be questioned, in a voice that conveys he /is/ king and has accepted and embraced who he is, Arthur king of Atlantis!
He watches as all exit the council chambers, in silence.