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It had not been an easy day for the Head of House, second prince to the throne and eldest of the Mikaelidas family at this current point in time. He had visited the palace in the morning as was his habit for the past month or so ever since the death of his brother and the ascension of Stephanos to the throne. More and more everyday, Elise would barge in to his study with some worry or the other. From Stephanos's behavior to Olympia's problems, Irakles has heard them all.
Now he usually was no patient man. Irakles was known as a general with a quick temper and an even quicker command, and his men knew better then to keep him waiting. Perhaps it was age that has mellowed him, or perhaps he just has more to gain when it came to placating his sister-in-law. Whatever it may be, Irakles has found that part of his duty each day involved speaking at length to the Queen Mother to appease her, before she would go on her way, and he could go back to dealing with the documents and parchments Ujarak would leave for him to deal with.
Frowning as he scratched off yet another conclusion that Stephanos had decided to draw on assistance to be sent to the northern provinces, before placing it on another pile that his scribe knew to be reverted back to Stephanos come morning. The whole stack was a bunch of corrections, amendments, most of which had been changed and changed again by Irakles. He refused to allow some of them pass to the hands of the senators, his pride rebelling against any part of the royal family being seen as incompetent.
His nephew was making him fight a losing battle at this point.
By noon, Irakles had to head to check on the preparations for the upcoming temple tour for the wedding of Theodora and Achilleas, slated to happen after the coronation. Both of which he had much to prepare and ready for. While he's tasked many of the servants in the Mikaelidas mansions, as well as his own two sons to oversee the preparations and ensured all was well with Georgios via correspondence, Irakles still liked checking on things himself occasionally.
It was evening by the time he returned home, bone weary but with one final appointment to handle for the day - Fotios had sent him a missive earlier in the week, the content of which seemed vague, if a little worrying. His friend had simply mentioned a need to catch up, and that Fotios needed advise on certain matters. The Leventi head of Household had not further expounded on his point, and that in itself was enough for Irakles to hastily scribble out a response scheduling a dinner for the night.
Garbed in a crimson red chiton that reached just below his knees, Irakles eschewed his crown for the simple dinner he was to share. Instead, he headed for the stables to ready Aeneus himself after briefly mentioning to the slaves to inform Meena he would not be returning till late. Atop his gelded warhorse, Irakles deftly guided the large horse to the main street of the Quarter, a quick ride to the Leventi Household. The cold wind that tossed his cropped, graying locks seem to also grasp its chilly fingers around his chest as he rode, causing a quick cough that Irakles quickly brushed off. Meena has scolded him for a while that when he worked late, he seemed to fall ill more often.
Upon arriving at the mansion, he handed off the reins of his spirited horse to the stablehands, confident in the ability of the family's servants. The Leventis did breed the most famous breed of horses in Greece, and Irakles trusted they trained their staff to handle the beautiful beasts well.
Without waiting for an invitation, the male strode in the foyer of the mansion, straight to the familiar study where he always met Fotios. He visited often enough for the servants to know Irakles needed no guide nor permission - the second prince held himself with enough ego and pride that even approaching him would take a healthy dose of guts to start.
Sweeping down the corridor, his stride was purposeful when he finally pushed opened the door, eyes seeking and finding Fotios easily enough. The door closed behind with a light 'thud', before the Mikaelidas leader spoke, his voice a low baritone, "What is this matter in which you seek my counsel for, Fotios?" Never one to mince his words, Irakles jumped right to the point, fingers laced behind his back. "My nephew is a fool, and I spend half my day fixing his errors in the palace." the male scoffed, letting his weary body falling into one of Fotios's chairs in his study, and rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. "His coronation was a joke. He was drunk the day before. He will ruin us all one day."
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It had not been an easy day for the Head of House, second prince to the throne and eldest of the Mikaelidas family at this current point in time. He had visited the palace in the morning as was his habit for the past month or so ever since the death of his brother and the ascension of Stephanos to the throne. More and more everyday, Elise would barge in to his study with some worry or the other. From Stephanos's behavior to Olympia's problems, Irakles has heard them all.
Now he usually was no patient man. Irakles was known as a general with a quick temper and an even quicker command, and his men knew better then to keep him waiting. Perhaps it was age that has mellowed him, or perhaps he just has more to gain when it came to placating his sister-in-law. Whatever it may be, Irakles has found that part of his duty each day involved speaking at length to the Queen Mother to appease her, before she would go on her way, and he could go back to dealing with the documents and parchments Ujarak would leave for him to deal with.
Frowning as he scratched off yet another conclusion that Stephanos had decided to draw on assistance to be sent to the northern provinces, before placing it on another pile that his scribe knew to be reverted back to Stephanos come morning. The whole stack was a bunch of corrections, amendments, most of which had been changed and changed again by Irakles. He refused to allow some of them pass to the hands of the senators, his pride rebelling against any part of the royal family being seen as incompetent.
His nephew was making him fight a losing battle at this point.
By noon, Irakles had to head to check on the preparations for the upcoming temple tour for the wedding of Theodora and Achilleas, slated to happen after the coronation. Both of which he had much to prepare and ready for. While he's tasked many of the servants in the Mikaelidas mansions, as well as his own two sons to oversee the preparations and ensured all was well with Georgios via correspondence, Irakles still liked checking on things himself occasionally.
It was evening by the time he returned home, bone weary but with one final appointment to handle for the day - Fotios had sent him a missive earlier in the week, the content of which seemed vague, if a little worrying. His friend had simply mentioned a need to catch up, and that Fotios needed advise on certain matters. The Leventi head of Household had not further expounded on his point, and that in itself was enough for Irakles to hastily scribble out a response scheduling a dinner for the night.
Garbed in a crimson red chiton that reached just below his knees, Irakles eschewed his crown for the simple dinner he was to share. Instead, he headed for the stables to ready Aeneus himself after briefly mentioning to the slaves to inform Meena he would not be returning till late. Atop his gelded warhorse, Irakles deftly guided the large horse to the main street of the Quarter, a quick ride to the Leventi Household. The cold wind that tossed his cropped, graying locks seem to also grasp its chilly fingers around his chest as he rode, causing a quick cough that Irakles quickly brushed off. Meena has scolded him for a while that when he worked late, he seemed to fall ill more often.
Upon arriving at the mansion, he handed off the reins of his spirited horse to the stablehands, confident in the ability of the family's servants. The Leventis did breed the most famous breed of horses in Greece, and Irakles trusted they trained their staff to handle the beautiful beasts well.
Without waiting for an invitation, the male strode in the foyer of the mansion, straight to the familiar study where he always met Fotios. He visited often enough for the servants to know Irakles needed no guide nor permission - the second prince held himself with enough ego and pride that even approaching him would take a healthy dose of guts to start.
Sweeping down the corridor, his stride was purposeful when he finally pushed opened the door, eyes seeking and finding Fotios easily enough. The door closed behind with a light 'thud', before the Mikaelidas leader spoke, his voice a low baritone, "What is this matter in which you seek my counsel for, Fotios?" Never one to mince his words, Irakles jumped right to the point, fingers laced behind his back. "My nephew is a fool, and I spend half my day fixing his errors in the palace." the male scoffed, letting his weary body falling into one of Fotios's chairs in his study, and rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. "His coronation was a joke. He was drunk the day before. He will ruin us all one day."
It had not been an easy day for the Head of House, second prince to the throne and eldest of the Mikaelidas family at this current point in time. He had visited the palace in the morning as was his habit for the past month or so ever since the death of his brother and the ascension of Stephanos to the throne. More and more everyday, Elise would barge in to his study with some worry or the other. From Stephanos's behavior to Olympia's problems, Irakles has heard them all.
Now he usually was no patient man. Irakles was known as a general with a quick temper and an even quicker command, and his men knew better then to keep him waiting. Perhaps it was age that has mellowed him, or perhaps he just has more to gain when it came to placating his sister-in-law. Whatever it may be, Irakles has found that part of his duty each day involved speaking at length to the Queen Mother to appease her, before she would go on her way, and he could go back to dealing with the documents and parchments Ujarak would leave for him to deal with.
Frowning as he scratched off yet another conclusion that Stephanos had decided to draw on assistance to be sent to the northern provinces, before placing it on another pile that his scribe knew to be reverted back to Stephanos come morning. The whole stack was a bunch of corrections, amendments, most of which had been changed and changed again by Irakles. He refused to allow some of them pass to the hands of the senators, his pride rebelling against any part of the royal family being seen as incompetent.
His nephew was making him fight a losing battle at this point.
By noon, Irakles had to head to check on the preparations for the upcoming temple tour for the wedding of Theodora and Achilleas, slated to happen after the coronation. Both of which he had much to prepare and ready for. While he's tasked many of the servants in the Mikaelidas mansions, as well as his own two sons to oversee the preparations and ensured all was well with Georgios via correspondence, Irakles still liked checking on things himself occasionally.
It was evening by the time he returned home, bone weary but with one final appointment to handle for the day - Fotios had sent him a missive earlier in the week, the content of which seemed vague, if a little worrying. His friend had simply mentioned a need to catch up, and that Fotios needed advise on certain matters. The Leventi head of Household had not further expounded on his point, and that in itself was enough for Irakles to hastily scribble out a response scheduling a dinner for the night.
Garbed in a crimson red chiton that reached just below his knees, Irakles eschewed his crown for the simple dinner he was to share. Instead, he headed for the stables to ready Aeneus himself after briefly mentioning to the slaves to inform Meena he would not be returning till late. Atop his gelded warhorse, Irakles deftly guided the large horse to the main street of the Quarter, a quick ride to the Leventi Household. The cold wind that tossed his cropped, graying locks seem to also grasp its chilly fingers around his chest as he rode, causing a quick cough that Irakles quickly brushed off. Meena has scolded him for a while that when he worked late, he seemed to fall ill more often.
Upon arriving at the mansion, he handed off the reins of his spirited horse to the stablehands, confident in the ability of the family's servants. The Leventis did breed the most famous breed of horses in Greece, and Irakles trusted they trained their staff to handle the beautiful beasts well.
Without waiting for an invitation, the male strode in the foyer of the mansion, straight to the familiar study where he always met Fotios. He visited often enough for the servants to know Irakles needed no guide nor permission - the second prince held himself with enough ego and pride that even approaching him would take a healthy dose of guts to start.
Sweeping down the corridor, his stride was purposeful when he finally pushed opened the door, eyes seeking and finding Fotios easily enough. The door closed behind with a light 'thud', before the Mikaelidas leader spoke, his voice a low baritone, "What is this matter in which you seek my counsel for, Fotios?" Never one to mince his words, Irakles jumped right to the point, fingers laced behind his back. "My nephew is a fool, and I spend half my day fixing his errors in the palace." the male scoffed, letting his weary body falling into one of Fotios's chairs in his study, and rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. "His coronation was a joke. He was drunk the day before. He will ruin us all one day."
Fotios was a workaholic. A perfectionist to his core and a dedicated man in everything he chose to do (that which he considered not worth his time was given no such attention - for he was as efficient in his energies as he was devoted). So, when someone arrived at his home, Fotios was always working. He never set aside his tasks a few minutes before his guests were due. He never rearranged his day in order to accommodate meetings.
Such arrangements lost him precious minutes both before and after his engagements as he broke with his task and then would have to find his play again later.
Instead, he was gifted with having a large enough manor that all it took was for him to leave his work exactly where it was on his desk, move to another room of the House to entertain his planned visitor, and then return to his study after their departure in order to continue exactly where he left off.
And he didn't change his ways for his friend, neither.
The only difference he made with Irakles was that he allowed the man to enter and sit in his private study, his work and documents on display and his daily responsibilities interrupted on Irakles' schedule rather than his own. The man was Prince of the kingdom after all...
As the prince in question entered the room without so much as a knock and sat himself down in the high-backed chair that had essentially become his own personal seat in the Leventi mansion, Fotios smiled a little in chagrin at the anger that immediately dropped from Irakles' lips, his concerns moving from Fotios' issues to his distracting hostility towards his nephew.
Picking up a cloth with which to wipe off the end of his bone stylus, Fotios lent back in his chair and couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he flashed a glance at his long-term friend.
"It's a pleasure to see you too, Irakles..." He commented when the man ran out of steam for his initial verbal rampage. Fotios had a sneaking suspicion that more would be following in the not too distant future.
Cleaning the implement in his hands, Fotios glanced between it and the prince as he spoke in response.
"We always knew he was going to be useless, my friend." He commented with regards to Stephanos. "It's not his fault. He wasn't born to be king... Unlike some..." This last he glanced up at his friend and shared a secret smile.
Before he could say more, their conversation was interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.
"Enter." Fotios called without actually raising his voice, and a young maid popped her head around the door jam.
"My Lord, dinner is ready to be served."
With a nod of dismissal to the girl who glanced at Irakles in a frightened manner, suddenly realising who he was and how she should have probably bowed or addressed him, Fotios had more or less forgotten the girl the moment she had left.
"Come, my friend." He told Irakles with a gesture as he pushed himself up from his desk, shuffled his papers together so that only the top one - his own inheritance contract - was visible and then collated them into a pile on the side of his desk, turning them over so that none could be read at a simple glance. "My issues can wait until after dinner. Eirini is out tonight so it shall just be us."
As he led the Prince down the hall and into the main dining hall of the manor - a room large enough to seat four and twenty guests and yet Fotios refused to dine anywhere else, he was conscious of servants and slaves wandering the corridors and completing their business and so remained quiet until they were seated at the long ebony table, its surface polished to a high shine.
"Now," Fotios restarted the conversation, now that they were alone in the room prior to being served the first course. "Tell me how things are proceeding with regards to Meena. I have heard the whispers myself of several prominent Lords losing faith in the young king. Surely, that should offer you a glimmer of hope that all is not lost for the kingdom just yet?"
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Fotios was a workaholic. A perfectionist to his core and a dedicated man in everything he chose to do (that which he considered not worth his time was given no such attention - for he was as efficient in his energies as he was devoted). So, when someone arrived at his home, Fotios was always working. He never set aside his tasks a few minutes before his guests were due. He never rearranged his day in order to accommodate meetings.
Such arrangements lost him precious minutes both before and after his engagements as he broke with his task and then would have to find his play again later.
Instead, he was gifted with having a large enough manor that all it took was for him to leave his work exactly where it was on his desk, move to another room of the House to entertain his planned visitor, and then return to his study after their departure in order to continue exactly where he left off.
And he didn't change his ways for his friend, neither.
The only difference he made with Irakles was that he allowed the man to enter and sit in his private study, his work and documents on display and his daily responsibilities interrupted on Irakles' schedule rather than his own. The man was Prince of the kingdom after all...
As the prince in question entered the room without so much as a knock and sat himself down in the high-backed chair that had essentially become his own personal seat in the Leventi mansion, Fotios smiled a little in chagrin at the anger that immediately dropped from Irakles' lips, his concerns moving from Fotios' issues to his distracting hostility towards his nephew.
Picking up a cloth with which to wipe off the end of his bone stylus, Fotios lent back in his chair and couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he flashed a glance at his long-term friend.
"It's a pleasure to see you too, Irakles..." He commented when the man ran out of steam for his initial verbal rampage. Fotios had a sneaking suspicion that more would be following in the not too distant future.
Cleaning the implement in his hands, Fotios glanced between it and the prince as he spoke in response.
"We always knew he was going to be useless, my friend." He commented with regards to Stephanos. "It's not his fault. He wasn't born to be king... Unlike some..." This last he glanced up at his friend and shared a secret smile.
Before he could say more, their conversation was interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.
"Enter." Fotios called without actually raising his voice, and a young maid popped her head around the door jam.
"My Lord, dinner is ready to be served."
With a nod of dismissal to the girl who glanced at Irakles in a frightened manner, suddenly realising who he was and how she should have probably bowed or addressed him, Fotios had more or less forgotten the girl the moment she had left.
"Come, my friend." He told Irakles with a gesture as he pushed himself up from his desk, shuffled his papers together so that only the top one - his own inheritance contract - was visible and then collated them into a pile on the side of his desk, turning them over so that none could be read at a simple glance. "My issues can wait until after dinner. Eirini is out tonight so it shall just be us."
As he led the Prince down the hall and into the main dining hall of the manor - a room large enough to seat four and twenty guests and yet Fotios refused to dine anywhere else, he was conscious of servants and slaves wandering the corridors and completing their business and so remained quiet until they were seated at the long ebony table, its surface polished to a high shine.
"Now," Fotios restarted the conversation, now that they were alone in the room prior to being served the first course. "Tell me how things are proceeding with regards to Meena. I have heard the whispers myself of several prominent Lords losing faith in the young king. Surely, that should offer you a glimmer of hope that all is not lost for the kingdom just yet?"
Fotios was a workaholic. A perfectionist to his core and a dedicated man in everything he chose to do (that which he considered not worth his time was given no such attention - for he was as efficient in his energies as he was devoted). So, when someone arrived at his home, Fotios was always working. He never set aside his tasks a few minutes before his guests were due. He never rearranged his day in order to accommodate meetings.
Such arrangements lost him precious minutes both before and after his engagements as he broke with his task and then would have to find his play again later.
Instead, he was gifted with having a large enough manor that all it took was for him to leave his work exactly where it was on his desk, move to another room of the House to entertain his planned visitor, and then return to his study after their departure in order to continue exactly where he left off.
And he didn't change his ways for his friend, neither.
The only difference he made with Irakles was that he allowed the man to enter and sit in his private study, his work and documents on display and his daily responsibilities interrupted on Irakles' schedule rather than his own. The man was Prince of the kingdom after all...
As the prince in question entered the room without so much as a knock and sat himself down in the high-backed chair that had essentially become his own personal seat in the Leventi mansion, Fotios smiled a little in chagrin at the anger that immediately dropped from Irakles' lips, his concerns moving from Fotios' issues to his distracting hostility towards his nephew.
Picking up a cloth with which to wipe off the end of his bone stylus, Fotios lent back in his chair and couldn't help the quirk of his lips as he flashed a glance at his long-term friend.
"It's a pleasure to see you too, Irakles..." He commented when the man ran out of steam for his initial verbal rampage. Fotios had a sneaking suspicion that more would be following in the not too distant future.
Cleaning the implement in his hands, Fotios glanced between it and the prince as he spoke in response.
"We always knew he was going to be useless, my friend." He commented with regards to Stephanos. "It's not his fault. He wasn't born to be king... Unlike some..." This last he glanced up at his friend and shared a secret smile.
Before he could say more, their conversation was interrupted by a quiet knock on the door.
"Enter." Fotios called without actually raising his voice, and a young maid popped her head around the door jam.
"My Lord, dinner is ready to be served."
With a nod of dismissal to the girl who glanced at Irakles in a frightened manner, suddenly realising who he was and how she should have probably bowed or addressed him, Fotios had more or less forgotten the girl the moment she had left.
"Come, my friend." He told Irakles with a gesture as he pushed himself up from his desk, shuffled his papers together so that only the top one - his own inheritance contract - was visible and then collated them into a pile on the side of his desk, turning them over so that none could be read at a simple glance. "My issues can wait until after dinner. Eirini is out tonight so it shall just be us."
As he led the Prince down the hall and into the main dining hall of the manor - a room large enough to seat four and twenty guests and yet Fotios refused to dine anywhere else, he was conscious of servants and slaves wandering the corridors and completing their business and so remained quiet until they were seated at the long ebony table, its surface polished to a high shine.
"Now," Fotios restarted the conversation, now that they were alone in the room prior to being served the first course. "Tell me how things are proceeding with regards to Meena. I have heard the whispers myself of several prominent Lords losing faith in the young king. Surely, that should offer you a glimmer of hope that all is not lost for the kingdom just yet?"
His friend had always been the calm, more quiet one between the two of them. But that was why Irakles didn't mind his presence. Fotios of Leventi was one of the few who Irakles kept in is confidence. On paper, it was partially due to the royal connections between the houses. Behind doors however, Irakles has found much use for Fotios's incredibly memory and capability, as well as his pull in court. To Irakles, all of that complemented his ability to bring their kingdom to greatness, and as such he kept Fotios as one of his few advisers who actually knew of his greater plans.
Knowing Fotios would agree with his assessment of his good-for-nothing nephew, the elder military male simply shrugged and gave a dry chuckle when he looked up and met Fotios's gaze, recognizing the sly smile the other wore. They had plans, both of them, but the plans took time. Fotios was always reminding him to be patient, and Irakles had to remind himself to be the same.
The servant's announcement of dinner was quick to bring both of them to their feet, and the prince followed Fotios's lead. For a brief moment, his eyes glanced down at the papers that the other collected on his table, a natural reaction for his eyes to follow movement. Only managing to recognize a few words that indicated the parchment to be a will, he was quickly swept down to the dining hall where he took his seat. A pang of disappointment hit his chest, light and barely noticeable at Eirini's absence. Fotios's wife was a beautiful lady, and Irakles enjoyed her presence, for her mind was just as sharp as her husband.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be," Irakles scoffed, settling down to wait for the first course to be served. Waiting till a servant had poured the wine in the waiting chalice, he picked up the receptacle for liquid, taking a sip before he continued. "But Meena and Tasia are proceeding well. Elise has informed me of his recent entanglements with even more questionable ladies within the palace just the day before his coronation." A look of displeasure curled within his eyes, his fingers gripping the chalice a tad tighter. "It is unacceptable behavior for he who is supposed to be a monarch. But I have informed them, and they are sussing out who were the ladies Stephanos had in his chambers."
He had plenty of bone to pick with Stephanos, the first of which his nephew was simply not of the ilk to lead their kingdom. Filled with the want to simply enjoy life, the second son and spare was never meant to be a king, and Irakles wasted no chance in reminding him of that fact. "I managed to speak with Lord Nikos and Lord Konstanos on the day of the coronation, and am to speak with them further over a meal in a few days. They too, seems to have lost faith in the errant boy and his ways. I will let you know of the outcome of our discussions." he paused, and then flicked his gaze to Fotios with a lopsided smile. "But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
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His friend had always been the calm, more quiet one between the two of them. But that was why Irakles didn't mind his presence. Fotios of Leventi was one of the few who Irakles kept in is confidence. On paper, it was partially due to the royal connections between the houses. Behind doors however, Irakles has found much use for Fotios's incredibly memory and capability, as well as his pull in court. To Irakles, all of that complemented his ability to bring their kingdom to greatness, and as such he kept Fotios as one of his few advisers who actually knew of his greater plans.
Knowing Fotios would agree with his assessment of his good-for-nothing nephew, the elder military male simply shrugged and gave a dry chuckle when he looked up and met Fotios's gaze, recognizing the sly smile the other wore. They had plans, both of them, but the plans took time. Fotios was always reminding him to be patient, and Irakles had to remind himself to be the same.
The servant's announcement of dinner was quick to bring both of them to their feet, and the prince followed Fotios's lead. For a brief moment, his eyes glanced down at the papers that the other collected on his table, a natural reaction for his eyes to follow movement. Only managing to recognize a few words that indicated the parchment to be a will, he was quickly swept down to the dining hall where he took his seat. A pang of disappointment hit his chest, light and barely noticeable at Eirini's absence. Fotios's wife was a beautiful lady, and Irakles enjoyed her presence, for her mind was just as sharp as her husband.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be," Irakles scoffed, settling down to wait for the first course to be served. Waiting till a servant had poured the wine in the waiting chalice, he picked up the receptacle for liquid, taking a sip before he continued. "But Meena and Tasia are proceeding well. Elise has informed me of his recent entanglements with even more questionable ladies within the palace just the day before his coronation." A look of displeasure curled within his eyes, his fingers gripping the chalice a tad tighter. "It is unacceptable behavior for he who is supposed to be a monarch. But I have informed them, and they are sussing out who were the ladies Stephanos had in his chambers."
He had plenty of bone to pick with Stephanos, the first of which his nephew was simply not of the ilk to lead their kingdom. Filled with the want to simply enjoy life, the second son and spare was never meant to be a king, and Irakles wasted no chance in reminding him of that fact. "I managed to speak with Lord Nikos and Lord Konstanos on the day of the coronation, and am to speak with them further over a meal in a few days. They too, seems to have lost faith in the errant boy and his ways. I will let you know of the outcome of our discussions." he paused, and then flicked his gaze to Fotios with a lopsided smile. "But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
His friend had always been the calm, more quiet one between the two of them. But that was why Irakles didn't mind his presence. Fotios of Leventi was one of the few who Irakles kept in is confidence. On paper, it was partially due to the royal connections between the houses. Behind doors however, Irakles has found much use for Fotios's incredibly memory and capability, as well as his pull in court. To Irakles, all of that complemented his ability to bring their kingdom to greatness, and as such he kept Fotios as one of his few advisers who actually knew of his greater plans.
Knowing Fotios would agree with his assessment of his good-for-nothing nephew, the elder military male simply shrugged and gave a dry chuckle when he looked up and met Fotios's gaze, recognizing the sly smile the other wore. They had plans, both of them, but the plans took time. Fotios was always reminding him to be patient, and Irakles had to remind himself to be the same.
The servant's announcement of dinner was quick to bring both of them to their feet, and the prince followed Fotios's lead. For a brief moment, his eyes glanced down at the papers that the other collected on his table, a natural reaction for his eyes to follow movement. Only managing to recognize a few words that indicated the parchment to be a will, he was quickly swept down to the dining hall where he took his seat. A pang of disappointment hit his chest, light and barely noticeable at Eirini's absence. Fotios's wife was a beautiful lady, and Irakles enjoyed her presence, for her mind was just as sharp as her husband.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be," Irakles scoffed, settling down to wait for the first course to be served. Waiting till a servant had poured the wine in the waiting chalice, he picked up the receptacle for liquid, taking a sip before he continued. "But Meena and Tasia are proceeding well. Elise has informed me of his recent entanglements with even more questionable ladies within the palace just the day before his coronation." A look of displeasure curled within his eyes, his fingers gripping the chalice a tad tighter. "It is unacceptable behavior for he who is supposed to be a monarch. But I have informed them, and they are sussing out who were the ladies Stephanos had in his chambers."
He had plenty of bone to pick with Stephanos, the first of which his nephew was simply not of the ilk to lead their kingdom. Filled with the want to simply enjoy life, the second son and spare was never meant to be a king, and Irakles wasted no chance in reminding him of that fact. "I managed to speak with Lord Nikos and Lord Konstanos on the day of the coronation, and am to speak with them further over a meal in a few days. They too, seems to have lost faith in the errant boy and his ways. I will let you know of the outcome of our discussions." he paused, and then flicked his gaze to Fotios with a lopsided smile. "But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
While their conversation might have seemed awkward to keep track of by anyone with less sharp minds, as the two men stopped and started as servants entered or left the room, Fotios and Irakles conversed as if there was no issue, both practised in the art of noticing when a servant entered in their peripheral vision and knowing to snap their mouths shut at such a moment. Neither allowed such pauses to break the natural cadence and flow of their discussions.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be..."
Irakles lamented the traditions that had held the kingdom strong but also sent it down the wrong path, a time or two in the past.
"Tradition is a tree with deep roots, Irakles..." Fotios lamented with him, pausing to allow the first course to be settled before them in bowls of re-enforced gold. "But brothers have inherited before and they can inherit again. Even Uncles have been looked to in the past, I believe." He smiled as he took up a deep spoon in order to scoop the spiced root vegetable medley from his dish. The additional sauce was rich and vibrant.
Fotios rolled his eyes at the behaviour Irakles described of the new king. He chose to allow the gesture to be his only comment on the news, as he knew that his friend would notice and feel his empathy and synonymous thoughts regarding Stephanos' impractical appointment of king. At least Meena, Tasia and Eirini (when he informed his wife) would now have new information to gossip around the Courts...
A nod was his only comment on Irakles' speaking with Nikos and Konstanos. Fotios had already heard such news from his brother who had been seeking his "objective" advice on what Irakles had been encouraging the both of them to think. Fotios, of course, had given the appropriate response of pointing out many of the benefits to Stephanos' reign and how anyone should be careful when trying to depose a king. All of the benefits he had listed, of course, he knew his brother to have a personal hatred for...
"But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
Fotios paused for a moment at Irakles query as he continued to eat, his face turning thoughtful and almost one of chagrin. It was not an expression he often wore.
"In truth, Irakles, I feel almost foolish bringing the subject to your attention when you have so many concerns of your own - far greater concerns than that of my House. But I admit that our recent discussions of inheritance and legacy have led me to weep for my own..." Fotios shook his head sadly as he took up another mouthful of his starter course. He waited until he had swallowed before continuing again. "My wife, though I love her for all other reasons, has yet to produce me a son and I have yet to witness any of my daughters blooming into women who might attract a prominent husband. If something were to happen to myself, before I have a son - be they of blood or marriage - who am I supposed to leave my lands to? I care for my brothers as you care for your sons, my friend, but neither of us are ignorant of each of their faults. Konstanos is not capable of running large lands and Georgios is too kind to run as the Head of the House. He would have us all bankrupt within a year." His tone had, by this point, turned frustrated. "I cannot decide whom the title of Head is given to but if the majority of Leventi land - my own lands - were managed by someone with an actual head on their shoulders at least I could minimise the damage such a Head would do the Leventi name."
Fotios sighed in clear frustration and reached a hand up to rub at his eyes with thumb and fingers before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm sorry my friend, I should not be labouring you with these problems. Not when you have your own inheritance concerns regarding the whole-" He waved a hand in a circular motion in the air, indicating a whole load of ridiculousness. "-Achilleas, Emilios and Theodora situation..."
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While their conversation might have seemed awkward to keep track of by anyone with less sharp minds, as the two men stopped and started as servants entered or left the room, Fotios and Irakles conversed as if there was no issue, both practised in the art of noticing when a servant entered in their peripheral vision and knowing to snap their mouths shut at such a moment. Neither allowed such pauses to break the natural cadence and flow of their discussions.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be..."
Irakles lamented the traditions that had held the kingdom strong but also sent it down the wrong path, a time or two in the past.
"Tradition is a tree with deep roots, Irakles..." Fotios lamented with him, pausing to allow the first course to be settled before them in bowls of re-enforced gold. "But brothers have inherited before and they can inherit again. Even Uncles have been looked to in the past, I believe." He smiled as he took up a deep spoon in order to scoop the spiced root vegetable medley from his dish. The additional sauce was rich and vibrant.
Fotios rolled his eyes at the behaviour Irakles described of the new king. He chose to allow the gesture to be his only comment on the news, as he knew that his friend would notice and feel his empathy and synonymous thoughts regarding Stephanos' impractical appointment of king. At least Meena, Tasia and Eirini (when he informed his wife) would now have new information to gossip around the Courts...
A nod was his only comment on Irakles' speaking with Nikos and Konstanos. Fotios had already heard such news from his brother who had been seeking his "objective" advice on what Irakles had been encouraging the both of them to think. Fotios, of course, had given the appropriate response of pointing out many of the benefits to Stephanos' reign and how anyone should be careful when trying to depose a king. All of the benefits he had listed, of course, he knew his brother to have a personal hatred for...
"But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
Fotios paused for a moment at Irakles query as he continued to eat, his face turning thoughtful and almost one of chagrin. It was not an expression he often wore.
"In truth, Irakles, I feel almost foolish bringing the subject to your attention when you have so many concerns of your own - far greater concerns than that of my House. But I admit that our recent discussions of inheritance and legacy have led me to weep for my own..." Fotios shook his head sadly as he took up another mouthful of his starter course. He waited until he had swallowed before continuing again. "My wife, though I love her for all other reasons, has yet to produce me a son and I have yet to witness any of my daughters blooming into women who might attract a prominent husband. If something were to happen to myself, before I have a son - be they of blood or marriage - who am I supposed to leave my lands to? I care for my brothers as you care for your sons, my friend, but neither of us are ignorant of each of their faults. Konstanos is not capable of running large lands and Georgios is too kind to run as the Head of the House. He would have us all bankrupt within a year." His tone had, by this point, turned frustrated. "I cannot decide whom the title of Head is given to but if the majority of Leventi land - my own lands - were managed by someone with an actual head on their shoulders at least I could minimise the damage such a Head would do the Leventi name."
Fotios sighed in clear frustration and reached a hand up to rub at his eyes with thumb and fingers before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm sorry my friend, I should not be labouring you with these problems. Not when you have your own inheritance concerns regarding the whole-" He waved a hand in a circular motion in the air, indicating a whole load of ridiculousness. "-Achilleas, Emilios and Theodora situation..."
While their conversation might have seemed awkward to keep track of by anyone with less sharp minds, as the two men stopped and started as servants entered or left the room, Fotios and Irakles conversed as if there was no issue, both practised in the art of noticing when a servant entered in their peripheral vision and knowing to snap their mouths shut at such a moment. Neither allowed such pauses to break the natural cadence and flow of their discussions.
"Half of the kingdom is still entrenched in tradition of the son taking the place of his father, regardless of how incompetent he may be..."
Irakles lamented the traditions that had held the kingdom strong but also sent it down the wrong path, a time or two in the past.
"Tradition is a tree with deep roots, Irakles..." Fotios lamented with him, pausing to allow the first course to be settled before them in bowls of re-enforced gold. "But brothers have inherited before and they can inherit again. Even Uncles have been looked to in the past, I believe." He smiled as he took up a deep spoon in order to scoop the spiced root vegetable medley from his dish. The additional sauce was rich and vibrant.
Fotios rolled his eyes at the behaviour Irakles described of the new king. He chose to allow the gesture to be his only comment on the news, as he knew that his friend would notice and feel his empathy and synonymous thoughts regarding Stephanos' impractical appointment of king. At least Meena, Tasia and Eirini (when he informed his wife) would now have new information to gossip around the Courts...
A nod was his only comment on Irakles' speaking with Nikos and Konstanos. Fotios had already heard such news from his brother who had been seeking his "objective" advice on what Irakles had been encouraging the both of them to think. Fotios, of course, had given the appropriate response of pointing out many of the benefits to Stephanos' reign and how anyone should be careful when trying to depose a king. All of the benefits he had listed, of course, he knew his brother to have a personal hatred for...
"But that is not why you summoned me here today, is it not my friend? Come, let me know of the vague details you included in your missive to me. I must confess my curiosity on this."
Fotios paused for a moment at Irakles query as he continued to eat, his face turning thoughtful and almost one of chagrin. It was not an expression he often wore.
"In truth, Irakles, I feel almost foolish bringing the subject to your attention when you have so many concerns of your own - far greater concerns than that of my House. But I admit that our recent discussions of inheritance and legacy have led me to weep for my own..." Fotios shook his head sadly as he took up another mouthful of his starter course. He waited until he had swallowed before continuing again. "My wife, though I love her for all other reasons, has yet to produce me a son and I have yet to witness any of my daughters blooming into women who might attract a prominent husband. If something were to happen to myself, before I have a son - be they of blood or marriage - who am I supposed to leave my lands to? I care for my brothers as you care for your sons, my friend, but neither of us are ignorant of each of their faults. Konstanos is not capable of running large lands and Georgios is too kind to run as the Head of the House. He would have us all bankrupt within a year." His tone had, by this point, turned frustrated. "I cannot decide whom the title of Head is given to but if the majority of Leventi land - my own lands - were managed by someone with an actual head on their shoulders at least I could minimise the damage such a Head would do the Leventi name."
Fotios sighed in clear frustration and reached a hand up to rub at his eyes with thumb and fingers before he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm sorry my friend, I should not be labouring you with these problems. Not when you have your own inheritance concerns regarding the whole-" He waved a hand in a circular motion in the air, indicating a whole load of ridiculousness. "-Achilleas, Emilios and Theodora situation..."
Tree roots? Irakles wanted to scoff at his friend's likening of Taengea's frustratingly firm traditions of allowing the son to take upon the reins of his father's leadership, no matter how incompetent said son may be. Why could kings not be selected based upon their capabilities? Stephanos had none, and he would surely drive Taengea to ruin. Eyes flickered towards Fotios when the other made the comment on brothers. While it is true, the general who preferred efficiency above all else, found it frustrating to have to play such a long and mental game, which could be avoided had they simply went by the logical way of deciding based upon skills.
But lamenting upon spilt milk was not going to change circumstances.
Instead, the male simply made a non-comittal sound from the back of his throat, a half, wry smile on his lips as he continued to pierce the root vegetables he was served with. The male enjoyed his meals, heartily digging in to them, especially when it came to meats and roasted vegetables. Not one for fresh salads or raw fruits, a man of Ares's battlefield preferred hearty portions which would serve to fuel his battles. Even while he rarely wielded his battle axe in his days spent as prince instead of general, he ate much the same way as he would on the battlefield.
The careful royal watched Fotios as he asked is query, knowing full well his friend had his own set of worries when it came to his House, and Irakles was willing to help, if only to return the favor with all the advice Fotios had been dishing out to him. He knew of Fotios's frustration with his three daughters. Irakles himself had been lucky to have been blessed by the Gods with two sons, an heir and a spare who both did well by their houses, even if he sometimes wished they would be a little bit more ambitious, then contented with their lot in life.
Listening to his friend's words in silence as he worked on the food served to him, occasionally picking up the chalice to swish the wine in his mouth to wash down the food, the prince was rapt with attention until Fotios finished. The lord's concerns were a valid ones - technically upon his death, with none of his daughters married and should anything happen, the Head position would fall on the shoulders of one of his brothers, neither of which suited to run a decorated, well respected house such as the Leventi's. Already considered weak and only capable of producing beauties with nary any brain from the immense amount of daughters they had now, Irakles understood Fotios's frustration.
Having laid his utensils down by now, the prince observed his friend with concern when the other's tone turned frustrated, his mind turning before making a suggestion. "Perhaps your will could stipulate a... person to manage your House matters, the marriage of your daughters to suitable matches,and only then would the lands be returned to their hands?" Irakles paused, considering, before suggesting in a slow tone. "If you do not mind, Fotios... perhaps I could offer my watchful eye over your lands and your House, until a proper heir can be found? That is, upon your unlucky, and unlikely early demise, that is."
Picking up his chalice of wine again, he took a sip of the watered down wine, and then chuckled in his baritone when Fotios appeared to suddenly regret the sudden divulging of his own personal strife's. Cutting in when his friend waved his hand in the air, the general said "Do not fuss yourself Fotios, what are friends for if not-" only to pause, blinking in surprise when the other finished his sentence, in a manner and tone that indicated there was a lot more going on then Irakles knew about. He set his chalice down, narrowing his eyes in a frown. "What is going on? Achilleas and Theodora just had their temple tour the other day. Their wedding is due in a few weeks time." His tone was firm, but it was obvious Irakles knew something was up, and his concentrated stare on Fotios was almost demanding the other to tell him what he knew.
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Tree roots? Irakles wanted to scoff at his friend's likening of Taengea's frustratingly firm traditions of allowing the son to take upon the reins of his father's leadership, no matter how incompetent said son may be. Why could kings not be selected based upon their capabilities? Stephanos had none, and he would surely drive Taengea to ruin. Eyes flickered towards Fotios when the other made the comment on brothers. While it is true, the general who preferred efficiency above all else, found it frustrating to have to play such a long and mental game, which could be avoided had they simply went by the logical way of deciding based upon skills.
But lamenting upon spilt milk was not going to change circumstances.
Instead, the male simply made a non-comittal sound from the back of his throat, a half, wry smile on his lips as he continued to pierce the root vegetables he was served with. The male enjoyed his meals, heartily digging in to them, especially when it came to meats and roasted vegetables. Not one for fresh salads or raw fruits, a man of Ares's battlefield preferred hearty portions which would serve to fuel his battles. Even while he rarely wielded his battle axe in his days spent as prince instead of general, he ate much the same way as he would on the battlefield.
The careful royal watched Fotios as he asked is query, knowing full well his friend had his own set of worries when it came to his House, and Irakles was willing to help, if only to return the favor with all the advice Fotios had been dishing out to him. He knew of Fotios's frustration with his three daughters. Irakles himself had been lucky to have been blessed by the Gods with two sons, an heir and a spare who both did well by their houses, even if he sometimes wished they would be a little bit more ambitious, then contented with their lot in life.
Listening to his friend's words in silence as he worked on the food served to him, occasionally picking up the chalice to swish the wine in his mouth to wash down the food, the prince was rapt with attention until Fotios finished. The lord's concerns were a valid ones - technically upon his death, with none of his daughters married and should anything happen, the Head position would fall on the shoulders of one of his brothers, neither of which suited to run a decorated, well respected house such as the Leventi's. Already considered weak and only capable of producing beauties with nary any brain from the immense amount of daughters they had now, Irakles understood Fotios's frustration.
Having laid his utensils down by now, the prince observed his friend with concern when the other's tone turned frustrated, his mind turning before making a suggestion. "Perhaps your will could stipulate a... person to manage your House matters, the marriage of your daughters to suitable matches,and only then would the lands be returned to their hands?" Irakles paused, considering, before suggesting in a slow tone. "If you do not mind, Fotios... perhaps I could offer my watchful eye over your lands and your House, until a proper heir can be found? That is, upon your unlucky, and unlikely early demise, that is."
Picking up his chalice of wine again, he took a sip of the watered down wine, and then chuckled in his baritone when Fotios appeared to suddenly regret the sudden divulging of his own personal strife's. Cutting in when his friend waved his hand in the air, the general said "Do not fuss yourself Fotios, what are friends for if not-" only to pause, blinking in surprise when the other finished his sentence, in a manner and tone that indicated there was a lot more going on then Irakles knew about. He set his chalice down, narrowing his eyes in a frown. "What is going on? Achilleas and Theodora just had their temple tour the other day. Their wedding is due in a few weeks time." His tone was firm, but it was obvious Irakles knew something was up, and his concentrated stare on Fotios was almost demanding the other to tell him what he knew.
Tree roots? Irakles wanted to scoff at his friend's likening of Taengea's frustratingly firm traditions of allowing the son to take upon the reins of his father's leadership, no matter how incompetent said son may be. Why could kings not be selected based upon their capabilities? Stephanos had none, and he would surely drive Taengea to ruin. Eyes flickered towards Fotios when the other made the comment on brothers. While it is true, the general who preferred efficiency above all else, found it frustrating to have to play such a long and mental game, which could be avoided had they simply went by the logical way of deciding based upon skills.
But lamenting upon spilt milk was not going to change circumstances.
Instead, the male simply made a non-comittal sound from the back of his throat, a half, wry smile on his lips as he continued to pierce the root vegetables he was served with. The male enjoyed his meals, heartily digging in to them, especially when it came to meats and roasted vegetables. Not one for fresh salads or raw fruits, a man of Ares's battlefield preferred hearty portions which would serve to fuel his battles. Even while he rarely wielded his battle axe in his days spent as prince instead of general, he ate much the same way as he would on the battlefield.
The careful royal watched Fotios as he asked is query, knowing full well his friend had his own set of worries when it came to his House, and Irakles was willing to help, if only to return the favor with all the advice Fotios had been dishing out to him. He knew of Fotios's frustration with his three daughters. Irakles himself had been lucky to have been blessed by the Gods with two sons, an heir and a spare who both did well by their houses, even if he sometimes wished they would be a little bit more ambitious, then contented with their lot in life.
Listening to his friend's words in silence as he worked on the food served to him, occasionally picking up the chalice to swish the wine in his mouth to wash down the food, the prince was rapt with attention until Fotios finished. The lord's concerns were a valid ones - technically upon his death, with none of his daughters married and should anything happen, the Head position would fall on the shoulders of one of his brothers, neither of which suited to run a decorated, well respected house such as the Leventi's. Already considered weak and only capable of producing beauties with nary any brain from the immense amount of daughters they had now, Irakles understood Fotios's frustration.
Having laid his utensils down by now, the prince observed his friend with concern when the other's tone turned frustrated, his mind turning before making a suggestion. "Perhaps your will could stipulate a... person to manage your House matters, the marriage of your daughters to suitable matches,and only then would the lands be returned to their hands?" Irakles paused, considering, before suggesting in a slow tone. "If you do not mind, Fotios... perhaps I could offer my watchful eye over your lands and your House, until a proper heir can be found? That is, upon your unlucky, and unlikely early demise, that is."
Picking up his chalice of wine again, he took a sip of the watered down wine, and then chuckled in his baritone when Fotios appeared to suddenly regret the sudden divulging of his own personal strife's. Cutting in when his friend waved his hand in the air, the general said "Do not fuss yourself Fotios, what are friends for if not-" only to pause, blinking in surprise when the other finished his sentence, in a manner and tone that indicated there was a lot more going on then Irakles knew about. He set his chalice down, narrowing his eyes in a frown. "What is going on? Achilleas and Theodora just had their temple tour the other day. Their wedding is due in a few weeks time." His tone was firm, but it was obvious Irakles knew something was up, and his concentrated stare on Fotios was almost demanding the other to tell him what he knew.
Fotios smiled at his friend as he offered him all kinds of help and then paused with a considering look on his face when the man suggested a place holder. Someone to take control - if not of the title of Head of House, then at least the power that resided behind it. Controlling it until an appropriate Leventi could show themselves as worthy to do so... But other than Irakles himself, Fotios would hardly trust his House to the likes of anyone - and his friend had enough to deal with... which brought them back to the current terms of conversation.
"I thought you were already aware, my friend..." He told Irakles with an expression of apology that he had been an accidental participant in keeping the information hidden from him. "I discovered just over a week ago that my lovely niece has been involved with your son for some time prior to the engagement. Just... the wrong son. She fancies herself in love with your youngest, despite being engaged to the elder." Fotios shrugged and waved a hand, clearly indicating that it was of no major concern. "It is of minimal import, Irakles. I have already spoken to the both of them and ensured that nothing with disturb the marriage between Theodora and Achilleas. They are young, and simply do not understand that marriage is not some romantic fantasy, but a meeting of lineage. Their feelings change nothing."
Fotios paused in his speech as the servants re-entered the room to remove their now empty dishes and replace them with the main course of their meal. When the attendants had left the room and the doors were shut firmly behind them, Fotios continued...
"The only concern that such silliness raises in my eyes is what you will do, after your passing? When both of your sons appear entirely infantile?"
Fotios's words were in no way insulting and merely Irakles' own lamentations spoken back at him. They had each confided in the other the uselessness of their offspring and it was a topic that they both held empathy in for the other.
About to start into his next course, Fotios paused for a moment as if an idea had just struck him and then glanced at Irakles, before using his eating utensil to make a point, poking the air in front of him as he spoke.
"Wait..." He commented. "What of an exchange?" He asked his friend. "Your idea, Irakles... It's brilliant. I would not trust anyone with my own lands besides Eirini or yourself. Eirini cannot inherit as a woman which leaves only you. I could set up terms... When either of my brothers achieves or shows his merit, the lands could be returned. Or given to my daughters' husbands. You need no wield them as power and their current stewards would manage them." Fotios was speaking quickly and earnestly now - clearly excited by Irakles' idea. "It would not be an inconvenience to you or an additional power play - it would simply keep them out of the hands of my idiot brothers until you believed that they would meet my stipulations for being worthy..." Fotios smiled. "If you are concerned for your sons, I could do the same for yourself. You make the stipulations and should something untoward happen to you, I will see them carried out after your death."
Fotios waved a hand casually, coming back from his excitement - new plans and ways of maintaining power always got him excited - especially if they involved him still having a say in his family's business after his death.
"Obviously such a thing will hopefully not be needed - I would like to think my brothers will finally show sense before my death. And your sons of plenty of time to grow before your own I would hope." He grinned at his friend. "Though I confess I like the mirage of immortality such an idea generates... maintaining your own law after your death through a trusted overseer... It's like maintaining your grip beyond Hades, no?"
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Fotios smiled at his friend as he offered him all kinds of help and then paused with a considering look on his face when the man suggested a place holder. Someone to take control - if not of the title of Head of House, then at least the power that resided behind it. Controlling it until an appropriate Leventi could show themselves as worthy to do so... But other than Irakles himself, Fotios would hardly trust his House to the likes of anyone - and his friend had enough to deal with... which brought them back to the current terms of conversation.
"I thought you were already aware, my friend..." He told Irakles with an expression of apology that he had been an accidental participant in keeping the information hidden from him. "I discovered just over a week ago that my lovely niece has been involved with your son for some time prior to the engagement. Just... the wrong son. She fancies herself in love with your youngest, despite being engaged to the elder." Fotios shrugged and waved a hand, clearly indicating that it was of no major concern. "It is of minimal import, Irakles. I have already spoken to the both of them and ensured that nothing with disturb the marriage between Theodora and Achilleas. They are young, and simply do not understand that marriage is not some romantic fantasy, but a meeting of lineage. Their feelings change nothing."
Fotios paused in his speech as the servants re-entered the room to remove their now empty dishes and replace them with the main course of their meal. When the attendants had left the room and the doors were shut firmly behind them, Fotios continued...
"The only concern that such silliness raises in my eyes is what you will do, after your passing? When both of your sons appear entirely infantile?"
Fotios's words were in no way insulting and merely Irakles' own lamentations spoken back at him. They had each confided in the other the uselessness of their offspring and it was a topic that they both held empathy in for the other.
About to start into his next course, Fotios paused for a moment as if an idea had just struck him and then glanced at Irakles, before using his eating utensil to make a point, poking the air in front of him as he spoke.
"Wait..." He commented. "What of an exchange?" He asked his friend. "Your idea, Irakles... It's brilliant. I would not trust anyone with my own lands besides Eirini or yourself. Eirini cannot inherit as a woman which leaves only you. I could set up terms... When either of my brothers achieves or shows his merit, the lands could be returned. Or given to my daughters' husbands. You need no wield them as power and their current stewards would manage them." Fotios was speaking quickly and earnestly now - clearly excited by Irakles' idea. "It would not be an inconvenience to you or an additional power play - it would simply keep them out of the hands of my idiot brothers until you believed that they would meet my stipulations for being worthy..." Fotios smiled. "If you are concerned for your sons, I could do the same for yourself. You make the stipulations and should something untoward happen to you, I will see them carried out after your death."
Fotios waved a hand casually, coming back from his excitement - new plans and ways of maintaining power always got him excited - especially if they involved him still having a say in his family's business after his death.
"Obviously such a thing will hopefully not be needed - I would like to think my brothers will finally show sense before my death. And your sons of plenty of time to grow before your own I would hope." He grinned at his friend. "Though I confess I like the mirage of immortality such an idea generates... maintaining your own law after your death through a trusted overseer... It's like maintaining your grip beyond Hades, no?"
Fotios smiled at his friend as he offered him all kinds of help and then paused with a considering look on his face when the man suggested a place holder. Someone to take control - if not of the title of Head of House, then at least the power that resided behind it. Controlling it until an appropriate Leventi could show themselves as worthy to do so... But other than Irakles himself, Fotios would hardly trust his House to the likes of anyone - and his friend had enough to deal with... which brought them back to the current terms of conversation.
"I thought you were already aware, my friend..." He told Irakles with an expression of apology that he had been an accidental participant in keeping the information hidden from him. "I discovered just over a week ago that my lovely niece has been involved with your son for some time prior to the engagement. Just... the wrong son. She fancies herself in love with your youngest, despite being engaged to the elder." Fotios shrugged and waved a hand, clearly indicating that it was of no major concern. "It is of minimal import, Irakles. I have already spoken to the both of them and ensured that nothing with disturb the marriage between Theodora and Achilleas. They are young, and simply do not understand that marriage is not some romantic fantasy, but a meeting of lineage. Their feelings change nothing."
Fotios paused in his speech as the servants re-entered the room to remove their now empty dishes and replace them with the main course of their meal. When the attendants had left the room and the doors were shut firmly behind them, Fotios continued...
"The only concern that such silliness raises in my eyes is what you will do, after your passing? When both of your sons appear entirely infantile?"
Fotios's words were in no way insulting and merely Irakles' own lamentations spoken back at him. They had each confided in the other the uselessness of their offspring and it was a topic that they both held empathy in for the other.
About to start into his next course, Fotios paused for a moment as if an idea had just struck him and then glanced at Irakles, before using his eating utensil to make a point, poking the air in front of him as he spoke.
"Wait..." He commented. "What of an exchange?" He asked his friend. "Your idea, Irakles... It's brilliant. I would not trust anyone with my own lands besides Eirini or yourself. Eirini cannot inherit as a woman which leaves only you. I could set up terms... When either of my brothers achieves or shows his merit, the lands could be returned. Or given to my daughters' husbands. You need no wield them as power and their current stewards would manage them." Fotios was speaking quickly and earnestly now - clearly excited by Irakles' idea. "It would not be an inconvenience to you or an additional power play - it would simply keep them out of the hands of my idiot brothers until you believed that they would meet my stipulations for being worthy..." Fotios smiled. "If you are concerned for your sons, I could do the same for yourself. You make the stipulations and should something untoward happen to you, I will see them carried out after your death."
Fotios waved a hand casually, coming back from his excitement - new plans and ways of maintaining power always got him excited - especially if they involved him still having a say in his family's business after his death.
"Obviously such a thing will hopefully not be needed - I would like to think my brothers will finally show sense before my death. And your sons of plenty of time to grow before your own I would hope." He grinned at his friend. "Though I confess I like the mirage of immortality such an idea generates... maintaining your own law after your death through a trusted overseer... It's like maintaining your grip beyond Hades, no?"
He had always been aware of Achilleas holding an affection for the second daughter of Georgios of Leventi. There was no missing the way in which he would watch Theodora out of the corner of his eye at royal functions, nor the way his eldest son had not protested when Irakles had announed of the match between the two. Theodora and Emilios however... that was someting he had not known entirely, and his surprise showed on his expression.
Blinking as he listened to Fotios's explanation, his surprise deepened at the revelation that it has been going on for some time, even before the engagement. He remembered that it had been Emilios who pointed out that a joining of the Mikaelidas and Leventi families would be advantageous for both. Irakles hd commended his younger son's foresigt and the fact that he had considered the fact that the Leventi, a big and influential family, would be a great addition to the Mikaelidas family tree.
Yet had Emilios been thinking that he would be the one that Irakles would marry to a Leventi daugter? When his eldest son also remained unmarried?
Infantile was the right word. Emilios obviously had not reached the maturity he should if he had such fanciful thoughts of marrying for love. At his age, Irakles had already been married to Myrto and had Achilleas - all in the name of duty and lineage, and none of the nonsense of love. It was a fanciful notion, a feeling that had no place in the upperclass of royals and nobles - not if one wanted to succeed and achieve greatness in life.
"My thanks, Fotios." he murmured, dipping his head at his friend. "It appears that my youngest has much to learn and growth to do yet. I'll have a word with Emilios myself. He may carry on with Theodora as he prefers, so long as it does not stain the family name."
As the servants entered, Irakles's vision automatically followed their trail whilst they serve, a natural watchful nature he had picked up as a military trained male. Eyes flicking to Fotios as the door closed, Irakles sighed in response to his friend's words. It was a problem he would have to face either ways. Achilleas had a heart entirely too soft, and Emilios had just now, with what Fotios had informed him, proved that he did not have the maturity to step into the shoes as a Head of House. Meena and his daughters were not even in the picture, with the hierarcy of the realm.
He had no answer for his friend.
That is, until Fotios brought up his idea. Lighting up with interest showing in his eyes, his mind churned as he considered the suggestion of an exchange. It was an unconventional idea for sure, but there was merit in it. It was by no means a way that he wanted to gain power - Fotios had been advising him by his side long enough for Irakles to trust the man, and all of his advise had paid off in his quest to gain the throne so far, he saw no reason he should distrust the Leventi Head now. Besides, death was not in any way near for both of them now. Sure, his manservant commented that his hair was thinning, and his body could no longer take what it ued to, but was that not just any regular sign of aging? For him to still think he was a strapping young lad would just be a sign of denial. But as a well guarded royal with a hand for aweapon, he would not be getting a visit from Thanatos any time soon.
They were both at a point where they had to make plans on matters that would happen after their death anyway.
Irakles laughed at the idea of cheating a god's grasp. It was a blasphemous thought, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. It was obvious that Fotios seemed agreeable to such an idea, and while Irakles saw the merit, he also would take his own precautionary steps. Spooning the gamey meat in his mouth as his friend finished his pitch, the male nodded slowly, taking a swig of his wine before replying.
"That would be a boon of sorts, and we would ensure the safety of our lands out of the hands of foolish minds. The idea has merit, my friend." Irakles murmured. "My sons are not young, any growing up would have to be done soon, and fast. But yes, death is not on any of our books just yet, but that does not mean we cannot take precautionary steps. I shall return home to consider my stipulations before drawing up a contract then. You and I both know our families would contest such a contract, unless we come up with proper and fair limitations. None of them would be happy about it."
Picking up at his food again, he leveled his gaze at Fotios. "Does that help your worries then, Fotios? You seem quite happier now. I would hate to have you worried and not have been able to help, when you have offered much advise to me over the past few months."
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He had always been aware of Achilleas holding an affection for the second daughter of Georgios of Leventi. There was no missing the way in which he would watch Theodora out of the corner of his eye at royal functions, nor the way his eldest son had not protested when Irakles had announed of the match between the two. Theodora and Emilios however... that was someting he had not known entirely, and his surprise showed on his expression.
Blinking as he listened to Fotios's explanation, his surprise deepened at the revelation that it has been going on for some time, even before the engagement. He remembered that it had been Emilios who pointed out that a joining of the Mikaelidas and Leventi families would be advantageous for both. Irakles hd commended his younger son's foresigt and the fact that he had considered the fact that the Leventi, a big and influential family, would be a great addition to the Mikaelidas family tree.
Yet had Emilios been thinking that he would be the one that Irakles would marry to a Leventi daugter? When his eldest son also remained unmarried?
Infantile was the right word. Emilios obviously had not reached the maturity he should if he had such fanciful thoughts of marrying for love. At his age, Irakles had already been married to Myrto and had Achilleas - all in the name of duty and lineage, and none of the nonsense of love. It was a fanciful notion, a feeling that had no place in the upperclass of royals and nobles - not if one wanted to succeed and achieve greatness in life.
"My thanks, Fotios." he murmured, dipping his head at his friend. "It appears that my youngest has much to learn and growth to do yet. I'll have a word with Emilios myself. He may carry on with Theodora as he prefers, so long as it does not stain the family name."
As the servants entered, Irakles's vision automatically followed their trail whilst they serve, a natural watchful nature he had picked up as a military trained male. Eyes flicking to Fotios as the door closed, Irakles sighed in response to his friend's words. It was a problem he would have to face either ways. Achilleas had a heart entirely too soft, and Emilios had just now, with what Fotios had informed him, proved that he did not have the maturity to step into the shoes as a Head of House. Meena and his daughters were not even in the picture, with the hierarcy of the realm.
He had no answer for his friend.
That is, until Fotios brought up his idea. Lighting up with interest showing in his eyes, his mind churned as he considered the suggestion of an exchange. It was an unconventional idea for sure, but there was merit in it. It was by no means a way that he wanted to gain power - Fotios had been advising him by his side long enough for Irakles to trust the man, and all of his advise had paid off in his quest to gain the throne so far, he saw no reason he should distrust the Leventi Head now. Besides, death was not in any way near for both of them now. Sure, his manservant commented that his hair was thinning, and his body could no longer take what it ued to, but was that not just any regular sign of aging? For him to still think he was a strapping young lad would just be a sign of denial. But as a well guarded royal with a hand for aweapon, he would not be getting a visit from Thanatos any time soon.
They were both at a point where they had to make plans on matters that would happen after their death anyway.
Irakles laughed at the idea of cheating a god's grasp. It was a blasphemous thought, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. It was obvious that Fotios seemed agreeable to such an idea, and while Irakles saw the merit, he also would take his own precautionary steps. Spooning the gamey meat in his mouth as his friend finished his pitch, the male nodded slowly, taking a swig of his wine before replying.
"That would be a boon of sorts, and we would ensure the safety of our lands out of the hands of foolish minds. The idea has merit, my friend." Irakles murmured. "My sons are not young, any growing up would have to be done soon, and fast. But yes, death is not on any of our books just yet, but that does not mean we cannot take precautionary steps. I shall return home to consider my stipulations before drawing up a contract then. You and I both know our families would contest such a contract, unless we come up with proper and fair limitations. None of them would be happy about it."
Picking up at his food again, he leveled his gaze at Fotios. "Does that help your worries then, Fotios? You seem quite happier now. I would hate to have you worried and not have been able to help, when you have offered much advise to me over the past few months."
He had always been aware of Achilleas holding an affection for the second daughter of Georgios of Leventi. There was no missing the way in which he would watch Theodora out of the corner of his eye at royal functions, nor the way his eldest son had not protested when Irakles had announed of the match between the two. Theodora and Emilios however... that was someting he had not known entirely, and his surprise showed on his expression.
Blinking as he listened to Fotios's explanation, his surprise deepened at the revelation that it has been going on for some time, even before the engagement. He remembered that it had been Emilios who pointed out that a joining of the Mikaelidas and Leventi families would be advantageous for both. Irakles hd commended his younger son's foresigt and the fact that he had considered the fact that the Leventi, a big and influential family, would be a great addition to the Mikaelidas family tree.
Yet had Emilios been thinking that he would be the one that Irakles would marry to a Leventi daugter? When his eldest son also remained unmarried?
Infantile was the right word. Emilios obviously had not reached the maturity he should if he had such fanciful thoughts of marrying for love. At his age, Irakles had already been married to Myrto and had Achilleas - all in the name of duty and lineage, and none of the nonsense of love. It was a fanciful notion, a feeling that had no place in the upperclass of royals and nobles - not if one wanted to succeed and achieve greatness in life.
"My thanks, Fotios." he murmured, dipping his head at his friend. "It appears that my youngest has much to learn and growth to do yet. I'll have a word with Emilios myself. He may carry on with Theodora as he prefers, so long as it does not stain the family name."
As the servants entered, Irakles's vision automatically followed their trail whilst they serve, a natural watchful nature he had picked up as a military trained male. Eyes flicking to Fotios as the door closed, Irakles sighed in response to his friend's words. It was a problem he would have to face either ways. Achilleas had a heart entirely too soft, and Emilios had just now, with what Fotios had informed him, proved that he did not have the maturity to step into the shoes as a Head of House. Meena and his daughters were not even in the picture, with the hierarcy of the realm.
He had no answer for his friend.
That is, until Fotios brought up his idea. Lighting up with interest showing in his eyes, his mind churned as he considered the suggestion of an exchange. It was an unconventional idea for sure, but there was merit in it. It was by no means a way that he wanted to gain power - Fotios had been advising him by his side long enough for Irakles to trust the man, and all of his advise had paid off in his quest to gain the throne so far, he saw no reason he should distrust the Leventi Head now. Besides, death was not in any way near for both of them now. Sure, his manservant commented that his hair was thinning, and his body could no longer take what it ued to, but was that not just any regular sign of aging? For him to still think he was a strapping young lad would just be a sign of denial. But as a well guarded royal with a hand for aweapon, he would not be getting a visit from Thanatos any time soon.
They were both at a point where they had to make plans on matters that would happen after their death anyway.
Irakles laughed at the idea of cheating a god's grasp. It was a blasphemous thought, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. It was obvious that Fotios seemed agreeable to such an idea, and while Irakles saw the merit, he also would take his own precautionary steps. Spooning the gamey meat in his mouth as his friend finished his pitch, the male nodded slowly, taking a swig of his wine before replying.
"That would be a boon of sorts, and we would ensure the safety of our lands out of the hands of foolish minds. The idea has merit, my friend." Irakles murmured. "My sons are not young, any growing up would have to be done soon, and fast. But yes, death is not on any of our books just yet, but that does not mean we cannot take precautionary steps. I shall return home to consider my stipulations before drawing up a contract then. You and I both know our families would contest such a contract, unless we come up with proper and fair limitations. None of them would be happy about it."
Picking up at his food again, he leveled his gaze at Fotios. "Does that help your worries then, Fotios? You seem quite happier now. I would hate to have you worried and not have been able to help, when you have offered much advise to me over the past few months."
Fotios nodded sympathetically when Irakles mentioned upon his sons - specifically the younger of the two - being too emotional and childish to be trusted with the ruling of his House. Fotios could not help but feel the same - that his children and nieces were not only hindered by the sex they had been born as but were also inappropriate on a cerebral level to cope with the running of a House. His only true hope was that of Konstantinos. While still young and not even really able to be considered a man yet, the boy had yet to be mould and sculpted and if the child's damn mother was to move aside once in a while, he might still be able to shape him into an appropriate Leventi leader.
But one plan at a time... and Irakles' most certainly - as he said - had merit.
Fotios would have to consider his own terms carefully. Ensuring that they were both restrictive towards his brothers and final regarding his daughter's husbands. And yet... still had a fighting chance of being met before Irakles was no longer able to oversee the will. Not that he imagined that being a horrendously likely outcome. Fotios did not plan on meeting Hades any time soon...
When Irakles voiced thoughts of a similar nature to Fotios, the Head of the Leventi House smiled. It was always familiar when he and Irakles thought along the same lines.
"My mind is, indeed, at greater ease." He told his friend. "For while this arrangement would be unorthodox, I cannot help but feel that if tragedy struck, I would be content in the afterlife knowing my friend would be there to manage my affairs."
Finishing his mouthful of meat, Fotios then reached forward to take up his wine cup and held the goblet aloft.
"While childish to admit, Irakles, I feel as we have just made a second union between our Houses, considering the marriage soon to take place. And, I feel great confidence in this one." His chalice moved towards Irakles, clearly intent on tapping the vessel in a pseudo-handshake and completion of their agreement. "To future plans of unity between Mikaelidas and Leventi."
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Fotios nodded sympathetically when Irakles mentioned upon his sons - specifically the younger of the two - being too emotional and childish to be trusted with the ruling of his House. Fotios could not help but feel the same - that his children and nieces were not only hindered by the sex they had been born as but were also inappropriate on a cerebral level to cope with the running of a House. His only true hope was that of Konstantinos. While still young and not even really able to be considered a man yet, the boy had yet to be mould and sculpted and if the child's damn mother was to move aside once in a while, he might still be able to shape him into an appropriate Leventi leader.
But one plan at a time... and Irakles' most certainly - as he said - had merit.
Fotios would have to consider his own terms carefully. Ensuring that they were both restrictive towards his brothers and final regarding his daughter's husbands. And yet... still had a fighting chance of being met before Irakles was no longer able to oversee the will. Not that he imagined that being a horrendously likely outcome. Fotios did not plan on meeting Hades any time soon...
When Irakles voiced thoughts of a similar nature to Fotios, the Head of the Leventi House smiled. It was always familiar when he and Irakles thought along the same lines.
"My mind is, indeed, at greater ease." He told his friend. "For while this arrangement would be unorthodox, I cannot help but feel that if tragedy struck, I would be content in the afterlife knowing my friend would be there to manage my affairs."
Finishing his mouthful of meat, Fotios then reached forward to take up his wine cup and held the goblet aloft.
"While childish to admit, Irakles, I feel as we have just made a second union between our Houses, considering the marriage soon to take place. And, I feel great confidence in this one." His chalice moved towards Irakles, clearly intent on tapping the vessel in a pseudo-handshake and completion of their agreement. "To future plans of unity between Mikaelidas and Leventi."
Fotios nodded sympathetically when Irakles mentioned upon his sons - specifically the younger of the two - being too emotional and childish to be trusted with the ruling of his House. Fotios could not help but feel the same - that his children and nieces were not only hindered by the sex they had been born as but were also inappropriate on a cerebral level to cope with the running of a House. His only true hope was that of Konstantinos. While still young and not even really able to be considered a man yet, the boy had yet to be mould and sculpted and if the child's damn mother was to move aside once in a while, he might still be able to shape him into an appropriate Leventi leader.
But one plan at a time... and Irakles' most certainly - as he said - had merit.
Fotios would have to consider his own terms carefully. Ensuring that they were both restrictive towards his brothers and final regarding his daughter's husbands. And yet... still had a fighting chance of being met before Irakles was no longer able to oversee the will. Not that he imagined that being a horrendously likely outcome. Fotios did not plan on meeting Hades any time soon...
When Irakles voiced thoughts of a similar nature to Fotios, the Head of the Leventi House smiled. It was always familiar when he and Irakles thought along the same lines.
"My mind is, indeed, at greater ease." He told his friend. "For while this arrangement would be unorthodox, I cannot help but feel that if tragedy struck, I would be content in the afterlife knowing my friend would be there to manage my affairs."
Finishing his mouthful of meat, Fotios then reached forward to take up his wine cup and held the goblet aloft.
"While childish to admit, Irakles, I feel as we have just made a second union between our Houses, considering the marriage soon to take place. And, I feel great confidence in this one." His chalice moved towards Irakles, clearly intent on tapping the vessel in a pseudo-handshake and completion of their agreement. "To future plans of unity between Mikaelidas and Leventi."
It wouldn't be any random contract he would ask Ujarak to draw up - no, this one was something Irakles would put pen to paper himself, and then he'll get the scribe and the litigant serving Mikaelidas households to look through, before handing it to Fotios for his friend's signature. It wasn't that he did not trust his friend, but when it concerned lands and the heritage of the family he wanted nothing more then to protect, one could never be too careful. But it would be done in eventuality.
"As I, you, my friend. I would be able to cross the Styx if I know my affairs are in your hands." the general agreed congenially, taking another mouthful of meat, savoring the flavors.
Watching as Fotios reached for his chalice, Irakles chuckled and did the same as the other spoke. It was of no surprise, really. Fotios and himself shared much the same values, hopes and dreams for the kingdom of Taengea. It was why they worked well together, both as companions and as accomplices, and Irakles trusted in the advise of the former Master Informer.
Tapping his wine vessel with his friends, he raised it in salute of the Leventi Head, taking a swig of the tart liquid. "And to many more plans for the Taengean kingdom." he murmured, meaning hidden between his words, a knowing look exchanged between the two before they returned to their meals.
Leave it to them. They will restore Taengea to its supposed glory. Or he will die trying.
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It wouldn't be any random contract he would ask Ujarak to draw up - no, this one was something Irakles would put pen to paper himself, and then he'll get the scribe and the litigant serving Mikaelidas households to look through, before handing it to Fotios for his friend's signature. It wasn't that he did not trust his friend, but when it concerned lands and the heritage of the family he wanted nothing more then to protect, one could never be too careful. But it would be done in eventuality.
"As I, you, my friend. I would be able to cross the Styx if I know my affairs are in your hands." the general agreed congenially, taking another mouthful of meat, savoring the flavors.
Watching as Fotios reached for his chalice, Irakles chuckled and did the same as the other spoke. It was of no surprise, really. Fotios and himself shared much the same values, hopes and dreams for the kingdom of Taengea. It was why they worked well together, both as companions and as accomplices, and Irakles trusted in the advise of the former Master Informer.
Tapping his wine vessel with his friends, he raised it in salute of the Leventi Head, taking a swig of the tart liquid. "And to many more plans for the Taengean kingdom." he murmured, meaning hidden between his words, a knowing look exchanged between the two before they returned to their meals.
Leave it to them. They will restore Taengea to its supposed glory. Or he will die trying.
It wouldn't be any random contract he would ask Ujarak to draw up - no, this one was something Irakles would put pen to paper himself, and then he'll get the scribe and the litigant serving Mikaelidas households to look through, before handing it to Fotios for his friend's signature. It wasn't that he did not trust his friend, but when it concerned lands and the heritage of the family he wanted nothing more then to protect, one could never be too careful. But it would be done in eventuality.
"As I, you, my friend. I would be able to cross the Styx if I know my affairs are in your hands." the general agreed congenially, taking another mouthful of meat, savoring the flavors.
Watching as Fotios reached for his chalice, Irakles chuckled and did the same as the other spoke. It was of no surprise, really. Fotios and himself shared much the same values, hopes and dreams for the kingdom of Taengea. It was why they worked well together, both as companions and as accomplices, and Irakles trusted in the advise of the former Master Informer.
Tapping his wine vessel with his friends, he raised it in salute of the Leventi Head, taking a swig of the tart liquid. "And to many more plans for the Taengean kingdom." he murmured, meaning hidden between his words, a knowing look exchanged between the two before they returned to their meals.
Leave it to them. They will restore Taengea to its supposed glory. Or he will die trying.
