Theodosius sat on his throne with a dark expression. Looking down the long walls of the throne room, he instinctively turned to the side to speak to Cato, forgetting the man had been imprisoned. As he clicked his tongue, remembering that, the doors opposite opened as Octavius walked in. A slight warmth in his eyes betrayed his rigid appearance and stern expression.
Just seeing the young man made Theodosius mad, but he sucked it up and took a deep breath. Octavius stood before the throne and fell to his knees, saluting the Emperor. "I Greet His Majesty."
"Yes, Commander. You may rise." Theodosius said lazily and leaned on his arm. Looking down at Octavius, he was unimpressed by the man. He was skinny but in shape. His eyes lacked the hardened look that someone like Albus had, and if he hadn't personally ordered it before, he would have never believed the man had seen battle.
"It is an honour to be summoned," Octavius said respectfully.
