<strong>King Leomedes<br/>Courtyard</strong><br/><br/>The king smiled, pleased with her answer as he then settled upon his knees. He turned over to rest upon his back and he crossed his strong arms behind his head, seeming like a big kid with his informal approach to relaxing. Yes, there was etiquette for the proper position one should take when resting among friends. He closed his eyes and basked in the calm of the courtyard—the wind that whispered through the blossoms and the twitter of birds. A few blossoms tumbled across his red mane that wrapped his head in a halo of silky hair. He inhaled deeply, his chest swelling beneath his armor, and then exhaled slow and easy.<br/><br/>“I feel so nervous and frightened, and I don’t know why. I am dreading the ceremony. I can’t wait for it to be here and over,” the king confessed. “I feel disappointment that my son turned out to be unfit to prove to be a challenge for his sister. But maybe his weakness is actually a strength? The twins are very close to one another. Would Leona be able to complete the trials against her brother?”<br/><br/>Leo groaned to himself. “These thoughts are making my mane turn grey. I did not come here to continue to swim in my troubles. I apologize for sharing them with you. Servallatrix, could you sing again? Your voice is like a soothing-serenade. When I heard you from the hall, even then, I felt at peace.”