In the distant periphery, Ijekiel observes the approach of Athanasia, his hands cradling the gleaming golden chalice with an intent focus. As Athanasia descended the steps, her hand resting in the clasp of her father, Ijekiel's expression shifted from one of utter disinterest to one of rapt fascination.
He maintained a reserved demeanor, but in that moment, he appeared overjoyed beyond words. His countenance radiated a quiet contentment, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
His expression faltered momentarily as he met eyes with royal magician Lucas, and a subtle shift occurred in his features, his earlier benevolence giving way to something resembling a faint resentment.
He directed a brief glance in your direction, as if imploring you to hold him back if things get violent on his end.