No trumpets called. No heralds announcing his presence. No flower petals at his feet. But there was a feast, and that was all that mattered to him.

He appeared as prince by blood only, his clothing dirty and small enough that they were much more comfortable last year when he bought them. Despite his unkempt appearence that golden hair which was tied back still appeared radiant.

Finding a place at the table with little regard to his surroundings, Helios used a wet napkin to slowly wipe away the dirt and what was possibly dried blood from his cheeks.