Pythia

2024.02.04 Theomitus' Oracle ceremony went well, and Pythia attended, practically shackled to the King's side. He was dressed slightly less risque than usual, but this was mostly to help cover the numerous bruises, cuts, bites, scratches, that littered his body. Any that weren't covered were glamoured away by magic to keep up appearances. This was the first time Pythia had been allowed to leave the King's chambers in weeks. The ceremony went well other than a few moments where the King nearly blew a fuse and Pythia had to calm him. There was undoubtedly something going on between Theo and the Queen, and later questioning showed that the Queen had sought Theomitus out for... an excursion, prior to his ceremony. Breaking rules already, and risking the King's anger. Theomitus was grown now, and there wasn't much he could do. He was bound to make his own mistakes, and he had the rest of eternity to learn from them.

Pythia was also allowed to return home, the King satiated with his punishment for the past few weeks. Pythia was greeted by a very irritated Ytis, and the two snapped and argued. Ytis had pointedly not attended Theo's ceremony, and Pythia was upset by this, seeing it as a personal slight, while Ytis explained he couldn't handle seeing Pythia sprawled across the King's lap at his mercy anymore. Eventually the two had dinner and took a bath, then settled down to sleep. The following morning, Pythia was informed he was tagging along with his son on his first assignments. Pythia had barely gotten a proper night of rest and he was already expected back. He fantasized over breakfast about living a normal life on a homestead with Ytis, and a bushel of their own children, which scared him, as Pythia had already had two children and considered himself a shit father, but clearly part of him wished for that life.