The Cove has lived on in infamy, from the time his father had ruled until the present day. His lavender brother has been ruthless in his pursuit of glory, and Beqanna remembers him for it. Raelynx is more quiet, his pain a much more insidious kind. He has never felt the need to proclaim himself loudly to the world. Those with the ability, the aptness, would find him. Eventually. He is patient where his brother and father were not.
And now, the Cove is his. And so it would follow him in this way.
He knows not the story of his father's death. Khaos, the one his siblings have worshipped as an iron god. Though he shares many things with his kin, this is not one of them. He does not follow the iron god (no, his god is much darker, much greater), and so, his fate would not enrage him as it might have Kirin.
But her questions inspire a curiosity in him (one pale in comparison to what should be felt, but far more than he normally feels). Many know of the Cove, of the atrocities committed there, but few remember Khaos (memory is so blessedly short here. It is how they so easily remain, so blithely continue their work). That this woman knows of him is… interesting.
A slow, awful smile curves his lips as he considers the possibilities. ”He is,” the burned stallion growls, pressing closer in an almost intimate manner. ”I am… surprised you know of him.” His voice drops then, lowering into a near whisper as that terrible grin widens. ”I could show you.”