Xerxes took his time leaving Nefertari behind. His mind reeled with the events of the day which was only just half over. Only this morning the God-King had been shouting orders to ensure that everything was perfect, from the decor to the attendance of the villagers; he had wanted to make a good impression, although with his status it wasn't too hard, but he had still made sure that the temple was full for the ceremony. He ended up back in the room where he had been interrupted earlier; much to his displeasure the other man was still there. Xerxes silently thought about kicking him out but his Queen seemed to have a connection with this man and he didn't want her to think of him as a heartless, and cruel individual despite the fact that he did love taking part in a little bloodshed from time to time. Mentally preparing himself as to not blow his cool, the King sashayed forward looking every bit like the feared ruler of Iran.<br/><br/>When he stood face to face with the other man he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the man up and own. He didn't look very intimidating but something about him made the King uneasy; maybe it was the fact that he wasn't accustomed to having another male in his home with whom he wasn't having either some sort of meeting with or warring against. Xerxes didn't know what to make of this man. After a few moments had passed with neither saying a word, Xerxes broke the stillness and addressed the man.<span style="font-weight: bold">"My assumption is that you are a brother of my Queen. Is this correct?"</span>He waited for an answer, calmly moving around the room to run his hand across polished tables, and large urns. The King's hand came to rest on the handle of a long sword which he took down from its holder on the wall with its twin. He ran the blade across his hand, leaving a faint red line to prove the sharpness.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I do not always keep these for ornaments."</span>Xerxes turned towards the man, sword in hand.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you fight?"</span>He reached behind him and grasped the matching blade of the sword in his other hand, pulling the second blade down. He closed the distance between them and handed the other a saber.<span style="font-weight: bold">"One should always experience the excitement of battle, even when using two blades such as these."</span>The King jabbed his own sword at the man, not close enough to cut him but enough to hopefully spring him into action. He took on a defensive stance that would allow him to strike as well as block as he did not know his opponent's style; that however just made the blood rush in his veins as he felt the muscles in his body ache for a good scuffle.<br/><br/>A glint passed over his gaze as the familiar thought of carnage clouded his thoughts. He remembered the combats he had been in before, ruthlessly slashing and maiming when he was snapped out of the vision by the image of his new wife coming in on the sight. Shaking his head, Xerxes cast all these ideas from his mind and instead focused on the task he had given this man. It was not everyday that a King handed another a sword and expecting them to attack, much less a God-King. Xerxes extended a hand and indicated for the other to come at him, raising his blade slightly in anticipation.<br/><br/>He knew he should be getting ready for later but that could wait. For the moment God-King Xerxes was in need of some action that only the ring of a sword fight could quench.