i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The Macedonian Hunter had known from the beginning that his presence would hardly be received with open arms. It was irrelevant, what he said in those moments he was faced with the cool exterior of Frost's frigid demeanor. The man was so particularly guarded that Alexander was certain the boy could have brushed off even a proclamation of undying love with but a shrug of his shoulder. It was best, he decided, to present the war-stallion with the unexpected, to fuel those desires to fight if only with the hopes that the sooner they faced the metaphorical elephant in the room, the sooner the pair could move on to those needs Alexander had of his stallion. His tendency for dramatics surely only helped his cause as the Hunter declared his intention to conscript the fellow back into that cavalry unit he regarded with such disdain. Frankly, conscript was hardly the correct word. After all, he had little intention of forcing the man. It was more of a...voluntary draft than anything else, not that he felt the need to inform Frost of such a thing immediately. Rather, he merely watched as Frost folded his arms over his chest in consideration, that action alone certainly gave off more to the Hunter than he expected Frost realized.

It was laughable really, the sheer idea that any soul might place a horse like Frost at the end of that cavalry line with an inept individual upon his back. Any true cavalry Commander should be able to ascertain that the steed required the skills of an experienced rider. Frost had shown, quite clearly, that he was more than capable of being loyal and dutiful....under the right hands. Alexander, in turn, required an above average mount. He required a horse well composed, unquestionably devoted, and tenacious. They were, admittedly, the perfect combination, even if Alexander would never mention such out loud. The last thing he needed was to have Matteo see that he had been right in coaxing that peculiar relationship. The man was already insufferable as it was with his Oracle like habits. Once he had held the seers upon such a pedestal and now, that omniscience was something he actively strove to thwart. His attention refocused upon that demanding inquiry of why the hunter was here all over again. Alexander repeated his intent to bring Frost back to that cavalry unit, remaining wholly unflappable in the face of that contempt Frost presented him with.

The Dark Hunter meandered towards the other end of the porch. He placed his hands upon that railing in brief consideration of those words he had to offer his companion. The equine's retort was cut off rather short as Alexander turned towards him, only to reassure the Stallion how wrong he was to assume the King intended to merely discard him after the completion of their last mission. Just because their agreement had come to an end did not mean their relationship too had to. His blue-green irises remained steadfast upon the man as he continued, altogether aware of the sudden tenseness that invaded his companion's frame. A frown tugged at the corner of his features and yet, Alexander remained placid where he was in spite of that clear aggressive stance he was greeted with. It encouraged the Dark Hunter to confess those details behind his visit. After all, things in that cavalry unit were no longer the same as they had been within Frost's youth. A subtle glint of amusement was mirrored within his blue-green eyes at that glimpse of confusion upon Frost's features, as if he failed to comprehend what Alexander was offering him.

It was that very mention of Darius that finally seemed to prompt some sort of reaction within the man, though such had been Alexander's intention from the beginning. The Macedonian man was hardly oblivious to the reaction his stallion seemed to have at the prospect of himself and that rival Alpha. A small shrug crossed his shoulders in an unbiased sort of fashion. "He is the only other noteworthy stallion I presently have in my cavalry who is not connected to someone. Unless you want me to take a new colt." It was hardly a threat, not in the sense such a thing might have been said in the past. After all, taking a new horse had its merits, in being trained from the beginning, in establishing that bond. Alexander was not the type to steal a boy from his home, nor was he the kind to demand submission through cruelty. Still, he was not unaware of what Frost's experiences with his own species consisted of. That very knowledge prompted him to clear his throat.

His words were chosen with distinct care at that moment, even down to the use of the were-stallion's true name. It was meant to be a reminder of the time they had spent together, a time in which Frost had trusted him to ensure the pair remained alive in the face of danger, when they had worked so flawlessly together to achieve that victory they had sought. It was only once he was assured that he held Frost's entire attention that the King informed his steed of what he had accomplished, and, in turn, that promise he strove to uphold. His hand reached out towards the familiar face of that ivory warhorse, even if that gesture was far more affectionate than Frost had ever seen to take a liking of before. He hardly faltered, even as Frost's own hand rose and yet, the steed's fingers hardly stopped him as his thumb gingerly made contact with that pale flesh of his companion's cheek. His own fingers moved slowly down towards Frost's jawline before falling from the fellow's face entirely, only to be caught by Frost's own hands. That soft assurance that Darius would hardly suite him prompted a soft simper to his features.

He hardly anticipated those Icelandic words upon Frost's lips and yet, they provided him that implicit answer that Frost himself refused to utter. "Ég mun ekki. Saman til loka línunnar." (I won't. Together till the end of the line.) He uttered in return, allowing his hand to fall back to his side. He turned his gaze back towards the houses on the opposite side of the street from Frost's own, simply enjoying that placidity that once again. His blue-green eyes slowly shifted towards the man at his side and yet, Alexander was hardly perturbed by that abrupt shift in Frost's demeanor. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that first inquiry. "I merely reminded them of what I am capable of....and threatened to kill whomever they placed in that position." He could hardly help that almost impish grin upon his features. Alexander was hardly surprised that Frost's first order of business was that steed he seemed to deplore with such a ferocity and yet, the Dark Hunter had his own intentions for Darius. "No, not yet. My Lieutenant has a knack for teleporting. Darius would be the perfect fit for him." Though he knew well Matteo was incapable of taking a horse with him, Darius provided him that very skill that he himself lacked. He was certain the man would enjoy that new steed. "I suspect my daughter will include your Calliel, I want you to be prepared for that possibility," Alexander added, his gaze turned briefly towards that stallion. Though he had failed to mention Anastasia at all to the steed, much less that relationship he had encouraged between the two women, he hardly knew if Calliel had spoken of it at all. At the very least, the last thing he needed was for that moodiness to beset the Alpha in those tentative days of whipping that cavalry into shape. No, Frost needed to be that very leader he so desperately desired to be.