At least the intricate marble halls of the palace became more peaceful at twilight; although, they still carried the stench of the wine-influenced debauchery from earlier.

And, at least the stench didn't stick in the peristylium. Covered up by the fading scent of thriving blooms, cowering beneath their petals in the moonlight. However, a few select blooms endured both that and the chilly breeze; letting the eyes of the stars embedded in the heavens above feast upon their appearance. They allowed Acacius do the same as well; pondering whether his or another great generals' countless conquests brought the flora back. But Acacius wasn't there to silently ogle the plants. He was there because you, his dear amicus, requested his presence.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to meet in this spot. It was a shielded area, away from all of the chaos; solely designated for you and him during the idle hours of the night. Your countless conversations ranging from idle chatter to serious parleys.

Alas, before he could consider why you might’ve urged to see him, he heard the soft patter of soleae against the hard ground. He knew it was you.

Acacius placidly craned his head over his shoulder, gaze trained on the entrance you entered from.

“It sure is nice to see a familiar face once more,” He greeted. His lowered voice filled with a slight mirth.