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Persephone felt rage starting to burn. A feeling she was not altogether familiar with. And yet she seemed to be harbouring it a lot over the last few weeks. First with the gladiator who she refused to name, even in her own head, and now with the miserable excuse of a noble before her. His words came out harried, arrogant… determined to impress upon the Senate that Stravos had more land, that Xanthos were in a weakened position… that people were jealous of both their family and himself specifically to be framing him of all things. Elias was getting desperate and Persephone hoped that it looked that way to the rest of the nobles too. One who was confident in their own innocence did not power play against the current monarch. They did not try to shoo down their importance through childish claims to land that had been given to Stravos simply through the marriage into House Xanthos itself.
Persephone swallowed, determined to speak but knowing that she shouldn’t. Her pragmatism kept her at bay and the King was able to speak without her interference - as it should be.
As was his regal and wise self, Minas of Xanthos have no response or legitimacy to Elias’ claims of the crown’s inferiority. Instead, he simply made short work of his decision, his power evident in his actions over his words.
”Lord Elias, no vows or words are being taken over any other in this room. This is no trial. This is no execution of justice. This is an accusation of treason. Which, even if it were merely words - from anyone - would be taken seriously under any circumstances.”
The king’s voice, for once that day, came out powerful and strong with emotion, but the effect was dimmed slightly when the respected and beloved king started to cough into his hand. The entire Senate - even Elias - was quiet as the shakes and coughing from the regent echoed around the room.
It took every piece of self control that Persephone had to stop herself reaching to him. To stop the comforting gestures that she had been taught years ago only showed weakness. Within a few moments, the king had his words and voice (harsher now from its exertion but still strong) back under control.
”The evidence presented to this Senate, Elias of Stravos is severe and damning. You will be given the chance to stand trial against such allegations. At which time you will be permitted and encouraged to show evidence to support your innocence and will be given the time to arrange such matters.” The king swallowed in order to keep the croak from his tone. ”However, this Senate cannot permit any individual who may be a traitor to his kingdom to be present during the discussions and decisions that promote Athenia’s future. When that individual is the leader of the House, with the well deserved privileges and powers such a role affords, the situation is even more dangerous.”
The king’s brow lowered as he scowled and made his verdict.
”The assets and arrangements of the House of Stravos - including their status as a noble family within Athenia- and the options available to them as such - are hereby suspended until a trial for these allegations can be arranged. Until then, you will be-” The king was forced to pause again as he coughed once more into his hand, his frame bending forward harder this time. Persephone’s brow furrowed just slightly as she restrained her features from wincing, and Lord Votis stepped forwards below with raised arms as the room had started up with noise as soon as the King paused for the breath he couldn’t catch - their reactions to his verdict being allowed to seep through due to his ill health.
When the king returned to his upright position and moved his hand from his mouth to the arm of his throne once more, Persephone’s eyes widened only on instinct instead of beneath her control as she noticed bright crimson in the palm of his hand.
Minas was careful and controlled even in his illness, as he moved his hand so that the palm was always facing his chest or his lap before being placed on the side of his chair. No-one but Persephone - seated right next to him - would notice the stain and crimson liquid that now seeped a little from beneath his fingers.
”- Until then…” The king continued, in a louder tone, the noise of the room dying down as he spoke up again; as if nothing was wrong, despite his heavy breathing. ”The affairs of the House of Stravos will be handled by the stewards of the crown. Lord Elias, you are, until such a time that your innocence is proved, to be under house arrest and your presence no longer permitted in this Senate. You will be given the support of the royal treasury and resources in order to afford and arrange your own defense, but your management of your House and their affairs are no longer yours to command until such a time when it is proved your are entitled to the same power and rights as other men in this room.”
Minas turned his shrewd and discerning gaze towards his advisor Lord Aimias, speaking to the lord rather than the pirate.
”Lord Aimais, escort the witness from the room. He will be supported and protected by the Athenian Guard until the date of the trial. He will attend to bear against questioning at that time.”
Persephone watched, her spirit suddenly energised and her heart pounding as Aimias escorted the pirate captain from the room and the guards that framed the door to the Senate hall marched over, bowed to the Head of the Stravos House and then made clear that they were to escort the man from the room.
Despite his clear intention to say more, Elias was silent as he was instructed and aided in leaving, but Persephone suspected that was less to do with the royal proclamation and more to do with the scowl Lord Keikelius was directing at his son.
One thing was for sure. The die had now been cast. Where it went from here, Persephone just had to hope for favourable results...
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Persephone felt rage starting to burn. A feeling she was not altogether familiar with. And yet she seemed to be harbouring it a lot over the last few weeks. First with the gladiator who she refused to name, even in her own head, and now with the miserable excuse of a noble before her. His words came out harried, arrogant… determined to impress upon the Senate that Stravos had more land, that Xanthos were in a weakened position… that people were jealous of both their family and himself specifically to be framing him of all things. Elias was getting desperate and Persephone hoped that it looked that way to the rest of the nobles too. One who was confident in their own innocence did not power play against the current monarch. They did not try to shoo down their importance through childish claims to land that had been given to Stravos simply through the marriage into House Xanthos itself.
Persephone swallowed, determined to speak but knowing that she shouldn’t. Her pragmatism kept her at bay and the King was able to speak without her interference - as it should be.
As was his regal and wise self, Minas of Xanthos have no response or legitimacy to Elias’ claims of the crown’s inferiority. Instead, he simply made short work of his decision, his power evident in his actions over his words.
”Lord Elias, no vows or words are being taken over any other in this room. This is no trial. This is no execution of justice. This is an accusation of treason. Which, even if it were merely words - from anyone - would be taken seriously under any circumstances.”
The king’s voice, for once that day, came out powerful and strong with emotion, but the effect was dimmed slightly when the respected and beloved king started to cough into his hand. The entire Senate - even Elias - was quiet as the shakes and coughing from the regent echoed around the room.
It took every piece of self control that Persephone had to stop herself reaching to him. To stop the comforting gestures that she had been taught years ago only showed weakness. Within a few moments, the king had his words and voice (harsher now from its exertion but still strong) back under control.
”The evidence presented to this Senate, Elias of Stravos is severe and damning. You will be given the chance to stand trial against such allegations. At which time you will be permitted and encouraged to show evidence to support your innocence and will be given the time to arrange such matters.” The king swallowed in order to keep the croak from his tone. ”However, this Senate cannot permit any individual who may be a traitor to his kingdom to be present during the discussions and decisions that promote Athenia’s future. When that individual is the leader of the House, with the well deserved privileges and powers such a role affords, the situation is even more dangerous.”
The king’s brow lowered as he scowled and made his verdict.
”The assets and arrangements of the House of Stravos - including their status as a noble family within Athenia- and the options available to them as such - are hereby suspended until a trial for these allegations can be arranged. Until then, you will be-” The king was forced to pause again as he coughed once more into his hand, his frame bending forward harder this time. Persephone’s brow furrowed just slightly as she restrained her features from wincing, and Lord Votis stepped forwards below with raised arms as the room had started up with noise as soon as the King paused for the breath he couldn’t catch - their reactions to his verdict being allowed to seep through due to his ill health.
When the king returned to his upright position and moved his hand from his mouth to the arm of his throne once more, Persephone’s eyes widened only on instinct instead of beneath her control as she noticed bright crimson in the palm of his hand.
Minas was careful and controlled even in his illness, as he moved his hand so that the palm was always facing his chest or his lap before being placed on the side of his chair. No-one but Persephone - seated right next to him - would notice the stain and crimson liquid that now seeped a little from beneath his fingers.
”- Until then…” The king continued, in a louder tone, the noise of the room dying down as he spoke up again; as if nothing was wrong, despite his heavy breathing. ”The affairs of the House of Stravos will be handled by the stewards of the crown. Lord Elias, you are, until such a time that your innocence is proved, to be under house arrest and your presence no longer permitted in this Senate. You will be given the support of the royal treasury and resources in order to afford and arrange your own defense, but your management of your House and their affairs are no longer yours to command until such a time when it is proved your are entitled to the same power and rights as other men in this room.”
Minas turned his shrewd and discerning gaze towards his advisor Lord Aimias, speaking to the lord rather than the pirate.
”Lord Aimais, escort the witness from the room. He will be supported and protected by the Athenian Guard until the date of the trial. He will attend to bear against questioning at that time.”
Persephone watched, her spirit suddenly energised and her heart pounding as Aimias escorted the pirate captain from the room and the guards that framed the door to the Senate hall marched over, bowed to the Head of the Stravos House and then made clear that they were to escort the man from the room.
Despite his clear intention to say more, Elias was silent as he was instructed and aided in leaving, but Persephone suspected that was less to do with the royal proclamation and more to do with the scowl Lord Keikelius was directing at his son.
One thing was for sure. The die had now been cast. Where it went from here, Persephone just had to hope for favourable results...
Persephone felt rage starting to burn. A feeling she was not altogether familiar with. And yet she seemed to be harbouring it a lot over the last few weeks. First with the gladiator who she refused to name, even in her own head, and now with the miserable excuse of a noble before her. His words came out harried, arrogant… determined to impress upon the Senate that Stravos had more land, that Xanthos were in a weakened position… that people were jealous of both their family and himself specifically to be framing him of all things. Elias was getting desperate and Persephone hoped that it looked that way to the rest of the nobles too. One who was confident in their own innocence did not power play against the current monarch. They did not try to shoo down their importance through childish claims to land that had been given to Stravos simply through the marriage into House Xanthos itself.
Persephone swallowed, determined to speak but knowing that she shouldn’t. Her pragmatism kept her at bay and the King was able to speak without her interference - as it should be.
As was his regal and wise self, Minas of Xanthos have no response or legitimacy to Elias’ claims of the crown’s inferiority. Instead, he simply made short work of his decision, his power evident in his actions over his words.
”Lord Elias, no vows or words are being taken over any other in this room. This is no trial. This is no execution of justice. This is an accusation of treason. Which, even if it were merely words - from anyone - would be taken seriously under any circumstances.”
The king’s voice, for once that day, came out powerful and strong with emotion, but the effect was dimmed slightly when the respected and beloved king started to cough into his hand. The entire Senate - even Elias - was quiet as the shakes and coughing from the regent echoed around the room.
It took every piece of self control that Persephone had to stop herself reaching to him. To stop the comforting gestures that she had been taught years ago only showed weakness. Within a few moments, the king had his words and voice (harsher now from its exertion but still strong) back under control.
”The evidence presented to this Senate, Elias of Stravos is severe and damning. You will be given the chance to stand trial against such allegations. At which time you will be permitted and encouraged to show evidence to support your innocence and will be given the time to arrange such matters.” The king swallowed in order to keep the croak from his tone. ”However, this Senate cannot permit any individual who may be a traitor to his kingdom to be present during the discussions and decisions that promote Athenia’s future. When that individual is the leader of the House, with the well deserved privileges and powers such a role affords, the situation is even more dangerous.”
The king’s brow lowered as he scowled and made his verdict.
”The assets and arrangements of the House of Stravos - including their status as a noble family within Athenia- and the options available to them as such - are hereby suspended until a trial for these allegations can be arranged. Until then, you will be-” The king was forced to pause again as he coughed once more into his hand, his frame bending forward harder this time. Persephone’s brow furrowed just slightly as she restrained her features from wincing, and Lord Votis stepped forwards below with raised arms as the room had started up with noise as soon as the King paused for the breath he couldn’t catch - their reactions to his verdict being allowed to seep through due to his ill health.
When the king returned to his upright position and moved his hand from his mouth to the arm of his throne once more, Persephone’s eyes widened only on instinct instead of beneath her control as she noticed bright crimson in the palm of his hand.
Minas was careful and controlled even in his illness, as he moved his hand so that the palm was always facing his chest or his lap before being placed on the side of his chair. No-one but Persephone - seated right next to him - would notice the stain and crimson liquid that now seeped a little from beneath his fingers.
”- Until then…” The king continued, in a louder tone, the noise of the room dying down as he spoke up again; as if nothing was wrong, despite his heavy breathing. ”The affairs of the House of Stravos will be handled by the stewards of the crown. Lord Elias, you are, until such a time that your innocence is proved, to be under house arrest and your presence no longer permitted in this Senate. You will be given the support of the royal treasury and resources in order to afford and arrange your own defense, but your management of your House and their affairs are no longer yours to command until such a time when it is proved your are entitled to the same power and rights as other men in this room.”
Minas turned his shrewd and discerning gaze towards his advisor Lord Aimias, speaking to the lord rather than the pirate.
”Lord Aimais, escort the witness from the room. He will be supported and protected by the Athenian Guard until the date of the trial. He will attend to bear against questioning at that time.”
Persephone watched, her spirit suddenly energised and her heart pounding as Aimias escorted the pirate captain from the room and the guards that framed the door to the Senate hall marched over, bowed to the Head of the Stravos House and then made clear that they were to escort the man from the room.
Despite his clear intention to say more, Elias was silent as he was instructed and aided in leaving, but Persephone suspected that was less to do with the royal proclamation and more to do with the scowl Lord Keikelius was directing at his son.
One thing was for sure. The die had now been cast. Where it went from here, Persephone just had to hope for favourable results...
They all were so very self-pleased with themselves. Understandably, if he were honest; he too would look upon this day with great joy were in their position. It was a masterstroke of betrayal and gamesmanship. They won this round, and even the King seemed to have so much joy at punishing his nephew that he had risen from the grave to speak his condemnations. Their house was innocent, their house was merely to be investigated for the potential of guilt, or so was the story. And yet they were to have the doors of power, and even their methods of enrichment, ripped from them.
It would only be a matter of time, left unchecked, that they would take the rest of their world. The court would be a formality; they would find him guilty, even in the absence of condemning evidence. Which he would ensure they had nothing more to use against him than that damnable letter. It would not be enough. They had made their decisions, and he was certain they would thrill to spread his wealth, tributaries, influence, and votes out amongst themselves with such utter joy.
Guards approached him with clear intent. As if he were a common hoodlum, he was to be dragged out of this august chamber if he made even the slightest effort to resist their desire to see him and his entire family expelled. Today was to be a day of triumph. It had turned to such ash in his mouth. The sneer could not leave his handsome features, contemptuous beyond words at the way he was being so firmly removed from these halls. Yet he was smarter than some gave him credit for: he was smart enough to both stop speaking, and to exit under his own power.
This would be a disgrace that would be answered in short order. But today was not the day for that answer. He stepped with authority free of these chambers, even if the dikastirio had seen to the removal of what true authority that remained within his control. He offered no word, and only cast his eyes for the shock or pleasure on the faces of each important face present. There would be a reckoning, and there would be allies needed; both of these things must be secured even in this brisk moment. The words of Dysmas echoed his ears, giving him one of his only hints of a smile as he stepped free of this place that had become a home, that he had taken for granted for so very long.
There were voices here who questioned their cruelty. Voices who could be heard louder, and used to rise up anew, once the flames burning out the last of the house of Xanthos had died down. He would have allies, whether they knew it now or not, when the time came. For now, a carriage awaited to ferry him and his family homeward, to try to deduce how best to salvage the insult and disenfranchisement placed so absolutely upon their House, all for the foolishness of a single letter.
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They all were so very self-pleased with themselves. Understandably, if he were honest; he too would look upon this day with great joy were in their position. It was a masterstroke of betrayal and gamesmanship. They won this round, and even the King seemed to have so much joy at punishing his nephew that he had risen from the grave to speak his condemnations. Their house was innocent, their house was merely to be investigated for the potential of guilt, or so was the story. And yet they were to have the doors of power, and even their methods of enrichment, ripped from them.
It would only be a matter of time, left unchecked, that they would take the rest of their world. The court would be a formality; they would find him guilty, even in the absence of condemning evidence. Which he would ensure they had nothing more to use against him than that damnable letter. It would not be enough. They had made their decisions, and he was certain they would thrill to spread his wealth, tributaries, influence, and votes out amongst themselves with such utter joy.
Guards approached him with clear intent. As if he were a common hoodlum, he was to be dragged out of this august chamber if he made even the slightest effort to resist their desire to see him and his entire family expelled. Today was to be a day of triumph. It had turned to such ash in his mouth. The sneer could not leave his handsome features, contemptuous beyond words at the way he was being so firmly removed from these halls. Yet he was smarter than some gave him credit for: he was smart enough to both stop speaking, and to exit under his own power.
This would be a disgrace that would be answered in short order. But today was not the day for that answer. He stepped with authority free of these chambers, even if the dikastirio had seen to the removal of what true authority that remained within his control. He offered no word, and only cast his eyes for the shock or pleasure on the faces of each important face present. There would be a reckoning, and there would be allies needed; both of these things must be secured even in this brisk moment. The words of Dysmas echoed his ears, giving him one of his only hints of a smile as he stepped free of this place that had become a home, that he had taken for granted for so very long.
There were voices here who questioned their cruelty. Voices who could be heard louder, and used to rise up anew, once the flames burning out the last of the house of Xanthos had died down. He would have allies, whether they knew it now or not, when the time came. For now, a carriage awaited to ferry him and his family homeward, to try to deduce how best to salvage the insult and disenfranchisement placed so absolutely upon their House, all for the foolishness of a single letter.
They all were so very self-pleased with themselves. Understandably, if he were honest; he too would look upon this day with great joy were in their position. It was a masterstroke of betrayal and gamesmanship. They won this round, and even the King seemed to have so much joy at punishing his nephew that he had risen from the grave to speak his condemnations. Their house was innocent, their house was merely to be investigated for the potential of guilt, or so was the story. And yet they were to have the doors of power, and even their methods of enrichment, ripped from them.
It would only be a matter of time, left unchecked, that they would take the rest of their world. The court would be a formality; they would find him guilty, even in the absence of condemning evidence. Which he would ensure they had nothing more to use against him than that damnable letter. It would not be enough. They had made their decisions, and he was certain they would thrill to spread his wealth, tributaries, influence, and votes out amongst themselves with such utter joy.
Guards approached him with clear intent. As if he were a common hoodlum, he was to be dragged out of this august chamber if he made even the slightest effort to resist their desire to see him and his entire family expelled. Today was to be a day of triumph. It had turned to such ash in his mouth. The sneer could not leave his handsome features, contemptuous beyond words at the way he was being so firmly removed from these halls. Yet he was smarter than some gave him credit for: he was smart enough to both stop speaking, and to exit under his own power.
This would be a disgrace that would be answered in short order. But today was not the day for that answer. He stepped with authority free of these chambers, even if the dikastirio had seen to the removal of what true authority that remained within his control. He offered no word, and only cast his eyes for the shock or pleasure on the faces of each important face present. There would be a reckoning, and there would be allies needed; both of these things must be secured even in this brisk moment. The words of Dysmas echoed his ears, giving him one of his only hints of a smile as he stepped free of this place that had become a home, that he had taken for granted for so very long.
There were voices here who questioned their cruelty. Voices who could be heard louder, and used to rise up anew, once the flames burning out the last of the house of Xanthos had died down. He would have allies, whether they knew it now or not, when the time came. For now, a carriage awaited to ferry him and his family homeward, to try to deduce how best to salvage the insult and disenfranchisement placed so absolutely upon their House, all for the foolishness of a single letter.
Papa may not have appreciated the work Rafail put into looking his best at each event - something which confused the youngest Marikas son to no end, given how adamant he was about looking one's most elegant and creating an excellent first impression - but Elias had not once let him down. He, at least, knew when was appropriate to offer up a compliment and, besides, he of all people would understand the sheer effort that had been made with his outfit regarding how Rafail was showing both his status and support that day. "I thought you might appreciate my chosen colours. The very finest I had for such an occasion."
He followed his favoured cousin further into the Senate with a nod of understanding towards his words. All things came at a price, after all, that much was a lesson that his family had tried to instil in him from a young age, despite his habit of getting what he willed without much consequence. But not all were so generous, and one had to be prepared for every eventuality. Speaking of which, 'twas better to ensure everything was well-organised now to prevent later failure, and as he noted the princess's arrival and Elias indicated he wished to leave and attend to other matters, Rafail felt in no way put out as he might have had someone else rejected his presence. This was no ordinary senate meeting, after all, and all had to plan differently to the usual. Reaching to pat him gently on the arm, equally proud smirk on his face as Elias turned away. "I wish you luck."
Persephone's presence was a signal that events were to begin, so Rafail returned to where his father and brother were, positioning himself beside Panos, barely sparing a glance for the man who actually called himself his brother. As far as he was concerned, such an annoying man should not have the right to call himself sibling to the sybarite that was Rafail. At least he was of use in some regard, as he was quick to speak and silence any rumours surrounding his actions. The younger of the pair of brothers didn't entirely understand why anyone cared: he was proud of his exploits, and he wholeheartedly believed all should be impressed by his deeds rather than offended. Resentment caused by lack of sexual prowess was both ridiculous and pathetic.
At last, it appeared that these minor issues were dying down and they were coming to the main event. It had seemed the vote was taking an aeon to get started and, now that Lord Votis was raising a matter that involved the entirety of Athenia, he sat himself up in his seat the slightest bit further, eager to hear what was to say. It was not, however, what he had expected and, instead, some peasant appeared in the room, flanked by a man who seemed to have no business in the Senate. If Rafail had his way, he would not have allowed any of this rabble to infiltrate any a place for the nobility, and most certainly not the Senate house. But, he supposed, he could place some trust in the ruling family and whatever they were playing at, and he listened to the claims of treason and naval attack. He could not understand why the King would ever have allowed the man mercy for such grievous acts - criminals deserved to be disciplined, and punished heavily - but what he struggled to comprehend was why Elias would have done such a thing. It was not as though his friend didn't have a reasonable grasp on the throne already, nor as if Stravos did not already rule the seas with their vessels. Rafail couldn't help but agree with the exclamations that it seemed unreasonable to believe a pirate's word against a Stravos's, little though he might have cared for the dynasteía. It seemed all too possible that another could have sought to darken their name.
It was only a surprise then that Stravos were stripped of their status. Rafail was not even sure how he felt about the ordeal, left wholly speechless as he attempted to come up with any reaction other than just pure shock. He may have gathered the gravity of the situation, but he had not imagined anything so drastic before the trial had even taken place, despite his own beliefs about crime and punishment. Nonetheless, he saw one particular benefit from the case, and that was that, without Stravos in the equation, Papa was that one step closer to the throne, as he should have been, and that placed Rafail in quite the pleasant position indeed.
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Papa may not have appreciated the work Rafail put into looking his best at each event - something which confused the youngest Marikas son to no end, given how adamant he was about looking one's most elegant and creating an excellent first impression - but Elias had not once let him down. He, at least, knew when was appropriate to offer up a compliment and, besides, he of all people would understand the sheer effort that had been made with his outfit regarding how Rafail was showing both his status and support that day. "I thought you might appreciate my chosen colours. The very finest I had for such an occasion."
He followed his favoured cousin further into the Senate with a nod of understanding towards his words. All things came at a price, after all, that much was a lesson that his family had tried to instil in him from a young age, despite his habit of getting what he willed without much consequence. But not all were so generous, and one had to be prepared for every eventuality. Speaking of which, 'twas better to ensure everything was well-organised now to prevent later failure, and as he noted the princess's arrival and Elias indicated he wished to leave and attend to other matters, Rafail felt in no way put out as he might have had someone else rejected his presence. This was no ordinary senate meeting, after all, and all had to plan differently to the usual. Reaching to pat him gently on the arm, equally proud smirk on his face as Elias turned away. "I wish you luck."
Persephone's presence was a signal that events were to begin, so Rafail returned to where his father and brother were, positioning himself beside Panos, barely sparing a glance for the man who actually called himself his brother. As far as he was concerned, such an annoying man should not have the right to call himself sibling to the sybarite that was Rafail. At least he was of use in some regard, as he was quick to speak and silence any rumours surrounding his actions. The younger of the pair of brothers didn't entirely understand why anyone cared: he was proud of his exploits, and he wholeheartedly believed all should be impressed by his deeds rather than offended. Resentment caused by lack of sexual prowess was both ridiculous and pathetic.
At last, it appeared that these minor issues were dying down and they were coming to the main event. It had seemed the vote was taking an aeon to get started and, now that Lord Votis was raising a matter that involved the entirety of Athenia, he sat himself up in his seat the slightest bit further, eager to hear what was to say. It was not, however, what he had expected and, instead, some peasant appeared in the room, flanked by a man who seemed to have no business in the Senate. If Rafail had his way, he would not have allowed any of this rabble to infiltrate any a place for the nobility, and most certainly not the Senate house. But, he supposed, he could place some trust in the ruling family and whatever they were playing at, and he listened to the claims of treason and naval attack. He could not understand why the King would ever have allowed the man mercy for such grievous acts - criminals deserved to be disciplined, and punished heavily - but what he struggled to comprehend was why Elias would have done such a thing. It was not as though his friend didn't have a reasonable grasp on the throne already, nor as if Stravos did not already rule the seas with their vessels. Rafail couldn't help but agree with the exclamations that it seemed unreasonable to believe a pirate's word against a Stravos's, little though he might have cared for the dynasteía. It seemed all too possible that another could have sought to darken their name.
It was only a surprise then that Stravos were stripped of their status. Rafail was not even sure how he felt about the ordeal, left wholly speechless as he attempted to come up with any reaction other than just pure shock. He may have gathered the gravity of the situation, but he had not imagined anything so drastic before the trial had even taken place, despite his own beliefs about crime and punishment. Nonetheless, he saw one particular benefit from the case, and that was that, without Stravos in the equation, Papa was that one step closer to the throne, as he should have been, and that placed Rafail in quite the pleasant position indeed.
Papa may not have appreciated the work Rafail put into looking his best at each event - something which confused the youngest Marikas son to no end, given how adamant he was about looking one's most elegant and creating an excellent first impression - but Elias had not once let him down. He, at least, knew when was appropriate to offer up a compliment and, besides, he of all people would understand the sheer effort that had been made with his outfit regarding how Rafail was showing both his status and support that day. "I thought you might appreciate my chosen colours. The very finest I had for such an occasion."
He followed his favoured cousin further into the Senate with a nod of understanding towards his words. All things came at a price, after all, that much was a lesson that his family had tried to instil in him from a young age, despite his habit of getting what he willed without much consequence. But not all were so generous, and one had to be prepared for every eventuality. Speaking of which, 'twas better to ensure everything was well-organised now to prevent later failure, and as he noted the princess's arrival and Elias indicated he wished to leave and attend to other matters, Rafail felt in no way put out as he might have had someone else rejected his presence. This was no ordinary senate meeting, after all, and all had to plan differently to the usual. Reaching to pat him gently on the arm, equally proud smirk on his face as Elias turned away. "I wish you luck."
Persephone's presence was a signal that events were to begin, so Rafail returned to where his father and brother were, positioning himself beside Panos, barely sparing a glance for the man who actually called himself his brother. As far as he was concerned, such an annoying man should not have the right to call himself sibling to the sybarite that was Rafail. At least he was of use in some regard, as he was quick to speak and silence any rumours surrounding his actions. The younger of the pair of brothers didn't entirely understand why anyone cared: he was proud of his exploits, and he wholeheartedly believed all should be impressed by his deeds rather than offended. Resentment caused by lack of sexual prowess was both ridiculous and pathetic.
At last, it appeared that these minor issues were dying down and they were coming to the main event. It had seemed the vote was taking an aeon to get started and, now that Lord Votis was raising a matter that involved the entirety of Athenia, he sat himself up in his seat the slightest bit further, eager to hear what was to say. It was not, however, what he had expected and, instead, some peasant appeared in the room, flanked by a man who seemed to have no business in the Senate. If Rafail had his way, he would not have allowed any of this rabble to infiltrate any a place for the nobility, and most certainly not the Senate house. But, he supposed, he could place some trust in the ruling family and whatever they were playing at, and he listened to the claims of treason and naval attack. He could not understand why the King would ever have allowed the man mercy for such grievous acts - criminals deserved to be disciplined, and punished heavily - but what he struggled to comprehend was why Elias would have done such a thing. It was not as though his friend didn't have a reasonable grasp on the throne already, nor as if Stravos did not already rule the seas with their vessels. Rafail couldn't help but agree with the exclamations that it seemed unreasonable to believe a pirate's word against a Stravos's, little though he might have cared for the dynasteía. It seemed all too possible that another could have sought to darken their name.
It was only a surprise then that Stravos were stripped of their status. Rafail was not even sure how he felt about the ordeal, left wholly speechless as he attempted to come up with any reaction other than just pure shock. He may have gathered the gravity of the situation, but he had not imagined anything so drastic before the trial had even taken place, despite his own beliefs about crime and punishment. Nonetheless, he saw one particular benefit from the case, and that was that, without Stravos in the equation, Papa was that one step closer to the throne, as he should have been, and that placed Rafail in quite the pleasant position indeed.
Persephone watched the faces of the men in the room. Some of them were shocked, unable to process quickly what was happening around them. That was to be expected. Others expressions had turned dark with anger, mostly directed at the Stravos House for, of the man who had testified was proven true - as his vow to the Gods most likely proved that they were - then it was of Stravos intend and blame that so many Houses within the room had lost ships, men, money and trade. Others held expressions of disbelief, of suspicious intent on the head of Lukos of Magnemea who was escorted from the room under the watchful gaze of those less trusting in pirates - vow or no vow.
This was all to be expected. Persephone and Aimias knew that their plan to bring this to the Senate's attention before the legislative vote was a calculated risk - that it would turn some against the crown for accepting the word of a low-life against that of a House member. It was why they were making it very clear that a formal trial would be presented soon. It wasn't that they were taking the word of a pirate over a man of Stravos. It was that they were taking it as potentially true - enough so that a formal trial was required. Even if all that trial did was prove the man's innocence. Not that Persephone hoped it would. Treason and deceit in the Senate were punishable offences and she held no empathy any longer for the man that had callously dictated the deaths of dozens for the sake of claiming a throne he would have been entitled to either way.
Whilst Persephone and Aimias had known that the legislative vote would - more than likely - end in their defeat, due to the numbers they had worked out through discussions with the nobles, Elias had clearly decided that that small margin of error - that small chance of Xanthos supremacy was too much to risk. And so, he had enacted his plans to discredit the family and their method of rule. It was a card he had given Persephone that she had no intention on allowing to remain out of play when it could aid in widening the margin of error still further.
Once the room had quietened down once more - for the nobles were understandably shocked and chattering amongst themselves at what they had just witnessed, Lord Votis raised his arms once more.
"The final issue to be discussed this afternoon, nobles of Athenia." He commented, as if a cataclysmic event had not just occurred, bringing order and stability back to the proceedings. "Is a matter of legislation that the king would like to address."
Persephone looked to her father as he was now required to openly speak - not just in terms of a ruling or judgement, but in his own case and plans. She felt her heart quicken and her breath stop as she noted his hands tighten on the arms of his chair. She tried to keep her face impartial and plain as her father used what energy he had to push himself up to standing, his head held high and his crown catching the light from the opening in the ceiling.
"Good men of the Senate..." The king began, as Persephone watched. "I bring to you a matter of uniqueness that I hope you will offer your open minds to." He paused for effect - or perhaps just to catch his breath - as a ripple went around the room. For this was the vote that everyone had been waiting for. "I believe that our kingdom has been most fortunate." He began, his gaze sweeping the room. "Not only have we had great kings of old... from Marikas... from Antonis... but also great Queens. Our people have created and bred a fine race of Athenian - be they of any gender. I look to Lord Panos, in reference to his aunt." The king looked towards the gentleman, bowing his head in respect for both he and Lady Ivra. "To Lord Lacides for his sister, Lady Lysta." He repeated the action. "And to the numerous women of our future generations who hold such intelligence, power and breeding that we already accept them as our Queens when the time is appropriate." Now the king had to take a comment to breathe before continuing. "The law of the land of Athenia states that a female of royal birth may be crowned Queen once all male relatives have been lost. There is no law to stipulate that a woman cannot rule and rule alone should she be unmarried. But the order of inheritance has led our throne away from strong and courageous Dynasteias before. It has supplied our crown to those far removed from royal lines, bestowed on those whom history has dictated to have once been unworthy. Simply due to their gender."
The men in the room seemed to shift in their seats. Persephone knew that some would be remembering great Kings and Queens, others the not so effective ones. Athenia had not always been blessed in their rulers. And while most of the men in the room would have known no ruler besides King Minas, history books were part of the foundation of any nobleman's learning.
"As such, I propose a change in the inheritance law of our crowns. As is right and just, male heirs will inherit before all else. But I move that female heirs of immediate rulers should be considered next in the line of succession, prior to the crown moving to other families or parties." The king glanced towards Lord Alehandros. "While we are currently fortunate that the choice of male heir at this time is a brave, noble and benevolent one..." He turned back to look at the rest of the room, before glancing down at where Elias of Stravos had been standing. "We cannot be assured that that will always be the case..." He did not need to make further his point - for Alehandros had only daughters.
Minas paused for a moment before continuing.
"The daughters of Athenian nobility are strong and vibrant." He told the hall, Persephone impressed that his voice had yet to waver. "And they have proven in our history that they make fine Queens; whether accompanied by their Kings or not."
The King cleared his throat.
"I ask that the men of this room look to their daughters and sisters and decide whether the women of the royal line should be permitted the power second to that of their male counterparts, but above that of those removed from the royal line. It is this that I offer for discussion and eventual vote."
And with that, the King settled back into his throne. Persephone suspected she was the only one close enough to notice the slight thump with which he did so as his knees clearly ran out of energy at the last moment.
Persephone felt her heart swell with pride. Not just from the king's ability to stand up and deliver such a powerful testimony in his current stages of health, but also from the words he spoke. It was strange that she had never, until he spoke them out loud, considered that her father's determination to award women a change in position in the line of succession had just as much to do with her ability as a woman to rule, as it did with him determination to keep the royal line within the House of Xanthos.
He had, in fact, mentioned Xanthos not at all in his speech, though anyone whom could work out birth order would know that Persephone was next to be crowned should the law pass. Instead, he had focused on this being a way of moving forward and keeping the crown in the hands of those trained and worthy to take it, rather than allowing it to slip further from the hands of those most capable into those that were unable to handle such a position, simply because they happened to be born the correct gender.
Persephone wondered how many of the nobles in the room with impressive daughters, sisters or female relatives, would be moved by such a plea. And to what extent their values of tradition would override everything else.
Lord Votis stepped forward as was his role, his hands raised in a universal sign that opened the floor for all others to speak...
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Persephone watched the faces of the men in the room. Some of them were shocked, unable to process quickly what was happening around them. That was to be expected. Others expressions had turned dark with anger, mostly directed at the Stravos House for, of the man who had testified was proven true - as his vow to the Gods most likely proved that they were - then it was of Stravos intend and blame that so many Houses within the room had lost ships, men, money and trade. Others held expressions of disbelief, of suspicious intent on the head of Lukos of Magnemea who was escorted from the room under the watchful gaze of those less trusting in pirates - vow or no vow.
This was all to be expected. Persephone and Aimias knew that their plan to bring this to the Senate's attention before the legislative vote was a calculated risk - that it would turn some against the crown for accepting the word of a low-life against that of a House member. It was why they were making it very clear that a formal trial would be presented soon. It wasn't that they were taking the word of a pirate over a man of Stravos. It was that they were taking it as potentially true - enough so that a formal trial was required. Even if all that trial did was prove the man's innocence. Not that Persephone hoped it would. Treason and deceit in the Senate were punishable offences and she held no empathy any longer for the man that had callously dictated the deaths of dozens for the sake of claiming a throne he would have been entitled to either way.
Whilst Persephone and Aimias had known that the legislative vote would - more than likely - end in their defeat, due to the numbers they had worked out through discussions with the nobles, Elias had clearly decided that that small margin of error - that small chance of Xanthos supremacy was too much to risk. And so, he had enacted his plans to discredit the family and their method of rule. It was a card he had given Persephone that she had no intention on allowing to remain out of play when it could aid in widening the margin of error still further.
Once the room had quietened down once more - for the nobles were understandably shocked and chattering amongst themselves at what they had just witnessed, Lord Votis raised his arms once more.
"The final issue to be discussed this afternoon, nobles of Athenia." He commented, as if a cataclysmic event had not just occurred, bringing order and stability back to the proceedings. "Is a matter of legislation that the king would like to address."
Persephone looked to her father as he was now required to openly speak - not just in terms of a ruling or judgement, but in his own case and plans. She felt her heart quicken and her breath stop as she noted his hands tighten on the arms of his chair. She tried to keep her face impartial and plain as her father used what energy he had to push himself up to standing, his head held high and his crown catching the light from the opening in the ceiling.
"Good men of the Senate..." The king began, as Persephone watched. "I bring to you a matter of uniqueness that I hope you will offer your open minds to." He paused for effect - or perhaps just to catch his breath - as a ripple went around the room. For this was the vote that everyone had been waiting for. "I believe that our kingdom has been most fortunate." He began, his gaze sweeping the room. "Not only have we had great kings of old... from Marikas... from Antonis... but also great Queens. Our people have created and bred a fine race of Athenian - be they of any gender. I look to Lord Panos, in reference to his aunt." The king looked towards the gentleman, bowing his head in respect for both he and Lady Ivra. "To Lord Lacides for his sister, Lady Lysta." He repeated the action. "And to the numerous women of our future generations who hold such intelligence, power and breeding that we already accept them as our Queens when the time is appropriate." Now the king had to take a comment to breathe before continuing. "The law of the land of Athenia states that a female of royal birth may be crowned Queen once all male relatives have been lost. There is no law to stipulate that a woman cannot rule and rule alone should she be unmarried. But the order of inheritance has led our throne away from strong and courageous Dynasteias before. It has supplied our crown to those far removed from royal lines, bestowed on those whom history has dictated to have once been unworthy. Simply due to their gender."
The men in the room seemed to shift in their seats. Persephone knew that some would be remembering great Kings and Queens, others the not so effective ones. Athenia had not always been blessed in their rulers. And while most of the men in the room would have known no ruler besides King Minas, history books were part of the foundation of any nobleman's learning.
"As such, I propose a change in the inheritance law of our crowns. As is right and just, male heirs will inherit before all else. But I move that female heirs of immediate rulers should be considered next in the line of succession, prior to the crown moving to other families or parties." The king glanced towards Lord Alehandros. "While we are currently fortunate that the choice of male heir at this time is a brave, noble and benevolent one..." He turned back to look at the rest of the room, before glancing down at where Elias of Stravos had been standing. "We cannot be assured that that will always be the case..." He did not need to make further his point - for Alehandros had only daughters.
Minas paused for a moment before continuing.
"The daughters of Athenian nobility are strong and vibrant." He told the hall, Persephone impressed that his voice had yet to waver. "And they have proven in our history that they make fine Queens; whether accompanied by their Kings or not."
The King cleared his throat.
"I ask that the men of this room look to their daughters and sisters and decide whether the women of the royal line should be permitted the power second to that of their male counterparts, but above that of those removed from the royal line. It is this that I offer for discussion and eventual vote."
And with that, the King settled back into his throne. Persephone suspected she was the only one close enough to notice the slight thump with which he did so as his knees clearly ran out of energy at the last moment.
Persephone felt her heart swell with pride. Not just from the king's ability to stand up and deliver such a powerful testimony in his current stages of health, but also from the words he spoke. It was strange that she had never, until he spoke them out loud, considered that her father's determination to award women a change in position in the line of succession had just as much to do with her ability as a woman to rule, as it did with him determination to keep the royal line within the House of Xanthos.
He had, in fact, mentioned Xanthos not at all in his speech, though anyone whom could work out birth order would know that Persephone was next to be crowned should the law pass. Instead, he had focused on this being a way of moving forward and keeping the crown in the hands of those trained and worthy to take it, rather than allowing it to slip further from the hands of those most capable into those that were unable to handle such a position, simply because they happened to be born the correct gender.
Persephone wondered how many of the nobles in the room with impressive daughters, sisters or female relatives, would be moved by such a plea. And to what extent their values of tradition would override everything else.
Lord Votis stepped forward as was his role, his hands raised in a universal sign that opened the floor for all others to speak...
Persephone watched the faces of the men in the room. Some of them were shocked, unable to process quickly what was happening around them. That was to be expected. Others expressions had turned dark with anger, mostly directed at the Stravos House for, of the man who had testified was proven true - as his vow to the Gods most likely proved that they were - then it was of Stravos intend and blame that so many Houses within the room had lost ships, men, money and trade. Others held expressions of disbelief, of suspicious intent on the head of Lukos of Magnemea who was escorted from the room under the watchful gaze of those less trusting in pirates - vow or no vow.
This was all to be expected. Persephone and Aimias knew that their plan to bring this to the Senate's attention before the legislative vote was a calculated risk - that it would turn some against the crown for accepting the word of a low-life against that of a House member. It was why they were making it very clear that a formal trial would be presented soon. It wasn't that they were taking the word of a pirate over a man of Stravos. It was that they were taking it as potentially true - enough so that a formal trial was required. Even if all that trial did was prove the man's innocence. Not that Persephone hoped it would. Treason and deceit in the Senate were punishable offences and she held no empathy any longer for the man that had callously dictated the deaths of dozens for the sake of claiming a throne he would have been entitled to either way.
Whilst Persephone and Aimias had known that the legislative vote would - more than likely - end in their defeat, due to the numbers they had worked out through discussions with the nobles, Elias had clearly decided that that small margin of error - that small chance of Xanthos supremacy was too much to risk. And so, he had enacted his plans to discredit the family and their method of rule. It was a card he had given Persephone that she had no intention on allowing to remain out of play when it could aid in widening the margin of error still further.
Once the room had quietened down once more - for the nobles were understandably shocked and chattering amongst themselves at what they had just witnessed, Lord Votis raised his arms once more.
"The final issue to be discussed this afternoon, nobles of Athenia." He commented, as if a cataclysmic event had not just occurred, bringing order and stability back to the proceedings. "Is a matter of legislation that the king would like to address."
Persephone looked to her father as he was now required to openly speak - not just in terms of a ruling or judgement, but in his own case and plans. She felt her heart quicken and her breath stop as she noted his hands tighten on the arms of his chair. She tried to keep her face impartial and plain as her father used what energy he had to push himself up to standing, his head held high and his crown catching the light from the opening in the ceiling.
"Good men of the Senate..." The king began, as Persephone watched. "I bring to you a matter of uniqueness that I hope you will offer your open minds to." He paused for effect - or perhaps just to catch his breath - as a ripple went around the room. For this was the vote that everyone had been waiting for. "I believe that our kingdom has been most fortunate." He began, his gaze sweeping the room. "Not only have we had great kings of old... from Marikas... from Antonis... but also great Queens. Our people have created and bred a fine race of Athenian - be they of any gender. I look to Lord Panos, in reference to his aunt." The king looked towards the gentleman, bowing his head in respect for both he and Lady Ivra. "To Lord Lacides for his sister, Lady Lysta." He repeated the action. "And to the numerous women of our future generations who hold such intelligence, power and breeding that we already accept them as our Queens when the time is appropriate." Now the king had to take a comment to breathe before continuing. "The law of the land of Athenia states that a female of royal birth may be crowned Queen once all male relatives have been lost. There is no law to stipulate that a woman cannot rule and rule alone should she be unmarried. But the order of inheritance has led our throne away from strong and courageous Dynasteias before. It has supplied our crown to those far removed from royal lines, bestowed on those whom history has dictated to have once been unworthy. Simply due to their gender."
The men in the room seemed to shift in their seats. Persephone knew that some would be remembering great Kings and Queens, others the not so effective ones. Athenia had not always been blessed in their rulers. And while most of the men in the room would have known no ruler besides King Minas, history books were part of the foundation of any nobleman's learning.
"As such, I propose a change in the inheritance law of our crowns. As is right and just, male heirs will inherit before all else. But I move that female heirs of immediate rulers should be considered next in the line of succession, prior to the crown moving to other families or parties." The king glanced towards Lord Alehandros. "While we are currently fortunate that the choice of male heir at this time is a brave, noble and benevolent one..." He turned back to look at the rest of the room, before glancing down at where Elias of Stravos had been standing. "We cannot be assured that that will always be the case..." He did not need to make further his point - for Alehandros had only daughters.
Minas paused for a moment before continuing.
"The daughters of Athenian nobility are strong and vibrant." He told the hall, Persephone impressed that his voice had yet to waver. "And they have proven in our history that they make fine Queens; whether accompanied by their Kings or not."
The King cleared his throat.
"I ask that the men of this room look to their daughters and sisters and decide whether the women of the royal line should be permitted the power second to that of their male counterparts, but above that of those removed from the royal line. It is this that I offer for discussion and eventual vote."
And with that, the King settled back into his throne. Persephone suspected she was the only one close enough to notice the slight thump with which he did so as his knees clearly ran out of energy at the last moment.
Persephone felt her heart swell with pride. Not just from the king's ability to stand up and deliver such a powerful testimony in his current stages of health, but also from the words he spoke. It was strange that she had never, until he spoke them out loud, considered that her father's determination to award women a change in position in the line of succession had just as much to do with her ability as a woman to rule, as it did with him determination to keep the royal line within the House of Xanthos.
He had, in fact, mentioned Xanthos not at all in his speech, though anyone whom could work out birth order would know that Persephone was next to be crowned should the law pass. Instead, he had focused on this being a way of moving forward and keeping the crown in the hands of those trained and worthy to take it, rather than allowing it to slip further from the hands of those most capable into those that were unable to handle such a position, simply because they happened to be born the correct gender.
Persephone wondered how many of the nobles in the room with impressive daughters, sisters or female relatives, would be moved by such a plea. And to what extent their values of tradition would override everything else.
Lord Votis stepped forward as was his role, his hands raised in a universal sign that opened the floor for all others to speak...
Keikelius couldn’t properly describe the mixture of emotions that had long settled in the pit of his stomach. The moment that the pirate, Lukos, had stepped into the room, the Master of Trade had faltered, his mind already trailing full speed ahead with ideas as to the true purpose and culprit of the treasonous act one of their own senators had enacted. Who in this room had sunk those ships with a command?
Hands braced calmly, stoically behind his back, Keikelius kept his gaze settled on the king, the pirate and the advisor that took turns giving their account of the crime and the punishments. The word treason was mentioned multiple times, but Keikelius remained calm, sure beyond reason that his family, his son, would be free from suspicion.
The letter presented, however, was damning. The moment Elias’ name left the advisor’s lips, everything stopped. Keikelius’ mind faltered. Ever gear, wheel, and trail of thought ceased, his expression a cool mask that would not reveal the unbridled rage that had settled, leaden in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, his mind shifted back to the words spoken previously, connecting with the accusations further made between Lukos and the king’s advisors.
Gaze flicking briefly to his child, his son, beside him, Keikelius silently debated what had possessed him to be such…
A gods-damned idiot.
It certainly wasn’t from Keikelius’ side of the family, nor the Xanthos line his wife presented. No, Elias had apparently created a breed all of his own with the amount of sheer stupidity and unchecked power he had decided to abuse. And under Keikelius’ nose?
Keikelius was far from pleased.
The moment Elias started to open his mouth to speak without being invited, Keikelius’ hand had landed on the man’s shoulder, his gaze remaining on the proceedings rather than the treasonous child he, unfortunately, shared a name with. A name Keikelius had freely given him in letting him survive birth and childhood.
Thankfully, Elias remained silent, no doubt watching Keikelius’ face for a brief moment. Keikelius would betray nothing of the storm brewing in his mind. It was easier said than done when the punishment handed down by the king was revealed. Essentially stripping them of their positions. Their nobility. Their wealth.
Keikelius removed his hand from Elias’ shoulder as the man was lead out of the room by the guards. His expression fell into a sharp scowl directed at his son’s back.
A disgrace.
He’d be dealt with later.
Despite the loss of Keikelius’ noble titles only moments before, he still possessed the titles of the Master of Trade. The guards could not direct him from the Senate when he still held a vital vote in the palm of his hand. Nobility or not, Keikelius had taken the more intelligent route through life, placing himself in a position most would be hard pressed to remove him from.
The moment his son was fully removed from the premises, Keikelius’ expression returned to carefully contained neutrality. He still had a job, a position to utilize.
So Keikelius listened to the next words presented to the senate. His hands returned to settle behind his back, giving off the heir of contented attentiveness. He waited for the floor to be given the room to speak. No longer was he Lord Stravos. He was simply Keikelius. His own daughters would not benefit from the change of birth order, but that would not discredit the fact that there were numerous ladies of Athenia who would be forever better suited for the throne than some of the lords that frequented the senate.
Taking the beat of silence to step forward, Keikelius raised a hand to demonstrate that he, silent throughout the entirety of the previous proceedings, would take the floor first.
Ever the mask of composed neutrality and solid efficiency, Keikelius opened his mouth to speak. “Your Majesty, your words hold a deep truth to them,” he conceded firmly, “Having been witness to the growth of numerous noble ladies through the years, one must consider the environment in which daughters and sisters are being raised. We hand provinces to our sons and brothers to teach them to rule and command, but the ladies of Athenia have proven time and time again that they learn quickly with ever observant gazes and the political knowhow that can, and often does, rival our Lords.”
Straightening slightly, he thought momentarily of his own wife, the King’s sister, and his daughters. All had the presence and ability had the crown ever fallen to them, however unlikely.
“I think it unwise to discredit change and the possibility of moving our civilization into a new era of prosperity on the basis of sex,” Keikelius noted firmly, his gaze flicking from the King to Persephone. A slight nod of affirmation that he had placed himself in her corner with every intention of holding his ground.
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Keikelius couldn’t properly describe the mixture of emotions that had long settled in the pit of his stomach. The moment that the pirate, Lukos, had stepped into the room, the Master of Trade had faltered, his mind already trailing full speed ahead with ideas as to the true purpose and culprit of the treasonous act one of their own senators had enacted. Who in this room had sunk those ships with a command?
Hands braced calmly, stoically behind his back, Keikelius kept his gaze settled on the king, the pirate and the advisor that took turns giving their account of the crime and the punishments. The word treason was mentioned multiple times, but Keikelius remained calm, sure beyond reason that his family, his son, would be free from suspicion.
The letter presented, however, was damning. The moment Elias’ name left the advisor’s lips, everything stopped. Keikelius’ mind faltered. Ever gear, wheel, and trail of thought ceased, his expression a cool mask that would not reveal the unbridled rage that had settled, leaden in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, his mind shifted back to the words spoken previously, connecting with the accusations further made between Lukos and the king’s advisors.
Gaze flicking briefly to his child, his son, beside him, Keikelius silently debated what had possessed him to be such…
A gods-damned idiot.
It certainly wasn’t from Keikelius’ side of the family, nor the Xanthos line his wife presented. No, Elias had apparently created a breed all of his own with the amount of sheer stupidity and unchecked power he had decided to abuse. And under Keikelius’ nose?
Keikelius was far from pleased.
The moment Elias started to open his mouth to speak without being invited, Keikelius’ hand had landed on the man’s shoulder, his gaze remaining on the proceedings rather than the treasonous child he, unfortunately, shared a name with. A name Keikelius had freely given him in letting him survive birth and childhood.
Thankfully, Elias remained silent, no doubt watching Keikelius’ face for a brief moment. Keikelius would betray nothing of the storm brewing in his mind. It was easier said than done when the punishment handed down by the king was revealed. Essentially stripping them of their positions. Their nobility. Their wealth.
Keikelius removed his hand from Elias’ shoulder as the man was lead out of the room by the guards. His expression fell into a sharp scowl directed at his son’s back.
A disgrace.
He’d be dealt with later.
Despite the loss of Keikelius’ noble titles only moments before, he still possessed the titles of the Master of Trade. The guards could not direct him from the Senate when he still held a vital vote in the palm of his hand. Nobility or not, Keikelius had taken the more intelligent route through life, placing himself in a position most would be hard pressed to remove him from.
The moment his son was fully removed from the premises, Keikelius’ expression returned to carefully contained neutrality. He still had a job, a position to utilize.
So Keikelius listened to the next words presented to the senate. His hands returned to settle behind his back, giving off the heir of contented attentiveness. He waited for the floor to be given the room to speak. No longer was he Lord Stravos. He was simply Keikelius. His own daughters would not benefit from the change of birth order, but that would not discredit the fact that there were numerous ladies of Athenia who would be forever better suited for the throne than some of the lords that frequented the senate.
Taking the beat of silence to step forward, Keikelius raised a hand to demonstrate that he, silent throughout the entirety of the previous proceedings, would take the floor first.
Ever the mask of composed neutrality and solid efficiency, Keikelius opened his mouth to speak. “Your Majesty, your words hold a deep truth to them,” he conceded firmly, “Having been witness to the growth of numerous noble ladies through the years, one must consider the environment in which daughters and sisters are being raised. We hand provinces to our sons and brothers to teach them to rule and command, but the ladies of Athenia have proven time and time again that they learn quickly with ever observant gazes and the political knowhow that can, and often does, rival our Lords.”
Straightening slightly, he thought momentarily of his own wife, the King’s sister, and his daughters. All had the presence and ability had the crown ever fallen to them, however unlikely.
“I think it unwise to discredit change and the possibility of moving our civilization into a new era of prosperity on the basis of sex,” Keikelius noted firmly, his gaze flicking from the King to Persephone. A slight nod of affirmation that he had placed himself in her corner with every intention of holding his ground.
Keikelius couldn’t properly describe the mixture of emotions that had long settled in the pit of his stomach. The moment that the pirate, Lukos, had stepped into the room, the Master of Trade had faltered, his mind already trailing full speed ahead with ideas as to the true purpose and culprit of the treasonous act one of their own senators had enacted. Who in this room had sunk those ships with a command?
Hands braced calmly, stoically behind his back, Keikelius kept his gaze settled on the king, the pirate and the advisor that took turns giving their account of the crime and the punishments. The word treason was mentioned multiple times, but Keikelius remained calm, sure beyond reason that his family, his son, would be free from suspicion.
The letter presented, however, was damning. The moment Elias’ name left the advisor’s lips, everything stopped. Keikelius’ mind faltered. Ever gear, wheel, and trail of thought ceased, his expression a cool mask that would not reveal the unbridled rage that had settled, leaden in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, his mind shifted back to the words spoken previously, connecting with the accusations further made between Lukos and the king’s advisors.
Gaze flicking briefly to his child, his son, beside him, Keikelius silently debated what had possessed him to be such…
A gods-damned idiot.
It certainly wasn’t from Keikelius’ side of the family, nor the Xanthos line his wife presented. No, Elias had apparently created a breed all of his own with the amount of sheer stupidity and unchecked power he had decided to abuse. And under Keikelius’ nose?
Keikelius was far from pleased.
The moment Elias started to open his mouth to speak without being invited, Keikelius’ hand had landed on the man’s shoulder, his gaze remaining on the proceedings rather than the treasonous child he, unfortunately, shared a name with. A name Keikelius had freely given him in letting him survive birth and childhood.
Thankfully, Elias remained silent, no doubt watching Keikelius’ face for a brief moment. Keikelius would betray nothing of the storm brewing in his mind. It was easier said than done when the punishment handed down by the king was revealed. Essentially stripping them of their positions. Their nobility. Their wealth.
Keikelius removed his hand from Elias’ shoulder as the man was lead out of the room by the guards. His expression fell into a sharp scowl directed at his son’s back.
A disgrace.
He’d be dealt with later.
Despite the loss of Keikelius’ noble titles only moments before, he still possessed the titles of the Master of Trade. The guards could not direct him from the Senate when he still held a vital vote in the palm of his hand. Nobility or not, Keikelius had taken the more intelligent route through life, placing himself in a position most would be hard pressed to remove him from.
The moment his son was fully removed from the premises, Keikelius’ expression returned to carefully contained neutrality. He still had a job, a position to utilize.
So Keikelius listened to the next words presented to the senate. His hands returned to settle behind his back, giving off the heir of contented attentiveness. He waited for the floor to be given the room to speak. No longer was he Lord Stravos. He was simply Keikelius. His own daughters would not benefit from the change of birth order, but that would not discredit the fact that there were numerous ladies of Athenia who would be forever better suited for the throne than some of the lords that frequented the senate.
Taking the beat of silence to step forward, Keikelius raised a hand to demonstrate that he, silent throughout the entirety of the previous proceedings, would take the floor first.
Ever the mask of composed neutrality and solid efficiency, Keikelius opened his mouth to speak. “Your Majesty, your words hold a deep truth to them,” he conceded firmly, “Having been witness to the growth of numerous noble ladies through the years, one must consider the environment in which daughters and sisters are being raised. We hand provinces to our sons and brothers to teach them to rule and command, but the ladies of Athenia have proven time and time again that they learn quickly with ever observant gazes and the political knowhow that can, and often does, rival our Lords.”
Straightening slightly, he thought momentarily of his own wife, the King’s sister, and his daughters. All had the presence and ability had the crown ever fallen to them, however unlikely.
“I think it unwise to discredit change and the possibility of moving our civilization into a new era of prosperity on the basis of sex,” Keikelius noted firmly, his gaze flicking from the King to Persephone. A slight nod of affirmation that he had placed himself in her corner with every intention of holding his ground.
Persephone's mouth almost dropped open. It was only strong self-control, the fact that a room full of men were staring in her direction and years of training that had given her a second of pause in all of her reactions, allowing her that moment of clarity to decide on what emotions and feelings passed her features and which did not, that held her jaws shut. She had a sneaking suspicious that her eyes might have widened though. At least everyone was too far away to notice such a small change.
Keikelius of Stravos, openly encouraging the idea of a law change?
Persephone's mind ran through the possibilities, her political training moving into fast forward as it ricocheted around her head. Lord Keikelius was a master; he had to be shown as objective rather than supportive of any sway of action that benefited Stravos. He also may have been trying to detach himself from the scandal that had just occurred - clearly some of the Stravos reputation by default by offering support to a law change that would diminish the chances of his son taking the throne - a son who had just been accused of treason.
Perhaps this was the act of a man smart enough to cut his losses? His original point of women being inexperienced because men were given provinces with which to practice their skills of leadership made sense but if a change in law was to be passed, those women - specifically the ones in immediate line to the throne - might be allowed such positions in order to do just that. Which meant the only female who would be taking the throne unprepared - potentially - was Persephone. Provided she produced an heir... And she had been ruling in her father's stead for some time - at least half the room knew that. Perhaps that would be enough to sway such ideas and bring them around to Keikelius' final point of consideration. That change might be something that benefited the kingdom...
Persephone felt her heart quicken and her breathing become erratic but she kept herself outwardly calm.
She watched as Lord Votis thanked the Lord Keikelius for his contribution and opened the floor to others to speak...
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Persephone's mouth almost dropped open. It was only strong self-control, the fact that a room full of men were staring in her direction and years of training that had given her a second of pause in all of her reactions, allowing her that moment of clarity to decide on what emotions and feelings passed her features and which did not, that held her jaws shut. She had a sneaking suspicious that her eyes might have widened though. At least everyone was too far away to notice such a small change.
Keikelius of Stravos, openly encouraging the idea of a law change?
Persephone's mind ran through the possibilities, her political training moving into fast forward as it ricocheted around her head. Lord Keikelius was a master; he had to be shown as objective rather than supportive of any sway of action that benefited Stravos. He also may have been trying to detach himself from the scandal that had just occurred - clearly some of the Stravos reputation by default by offering support to a law change that would diminish the chances of his son taking the throne - a son who had just been accused of treason.
Perhaps this was the act of a man smart enough to cut his losses? His original point of women being inexperienced because men were given provinces with which to practice their skills of leadership made sense but if a change in law was to be passed, those women - specifically the ones in immediate line to the throne - might be allowed such positions in order to do just that. Which meant the only female who would be taking the throne unprepared - potentially - was Persephone. Provided she produced an heir... And she had been ruling in her father's stead for some time - at least half the room knew that. Perhaps that would be enough to sway such ideas and bring them around to Keikelius' final point of consideration. That change might be something that benefited the kingdom...
Persephone felt her heart quicken and her breathing become erratic but she kept herself outwardly calm.
She watched as Lord Votis thanked the Lord Keikelius for his contribution and opened the floor to others to speak...
Persephone's mouth almost dropped open. It was only strong self-control, the fact that a room full of men were staring in her direction and years of training that had given her a second of pause in all of her reactions, allowing her that moment of clarity to decide on what emotions and feelings passed her features and which did not, that held her jaws shut. She had a sneaking suspicious that her eyes might have widened though. At least everyone was too far away to notice such a small change.
Keikelius of Stravos, openly encouraging the idea of a law change?
Persephone's mind ran through the possibilities, her political training moving into fast forward as it ricocheted around her head. Lord Keikelius was a master; he had to be shown as objective rather than supportive of any sway of action that benefited Stravos. He also may have been trying to detach himself from the scandal that had just occurred - clearly some of the Stravos reputation by default by offering support to a law change that would diminish the chances of his son taking the throne - a son who had just been accused of treason.
Perhaps this was the act of a man smart enough to cut his losses? His original point of women being inexperienced because men were given provinces with which to practice their skills of leadership made sense but if a change in law was to be passed, those women - specifically the ones in immediate line to the throne - might be allowed such positions in order to do just that. Which meant the only female who would be taking the throne unprepared - potentially - was Persephone. Provided she produced an heir... And she had been ruling in her father's stead for some time - at least half the room knew that. Perhaps that would be enough to sway such ideas and bring them around to Keikelius' final point of consideration. That change might be something that benefited the kingdom...
Persephone felt her heart quicken and her breathing become erratic but she kept herself outwardly calm.
She watched as Lord Votis thanked the Lord Keikelius for his contribution and opened the floor to others to speak...
And so it was to begin.
Panos took his seat, Pavlos following to sit on his right, Rafail on Pavlos’ other side. All eyes were on the Princess, a din of chatter rippling around the vast room. All were likely discussing the highly anticipated legislation vote, that was surely to make this otherwise ordinary Senate meet one to remember, no matter the outcome. Panos’ eyes calmly assessed the princess, the King, wandered over to the Stravos clan, and back to the front when he saw Lord Votis stand to address the Lords. Silence fell. They were all well rehearsed in such procedure.
That being said, business as normal began, as it would any other Senate meet. There was an undeniable tension building, maybe an impatience, for everyone knew what awaited them at the end of the meet.
But other matters required addressing first.
A land dispute between a couple House Stravos and House Anthonis provinces was brought to attention, during which, and not for the first time Panos was embarrassed to acknowledge, an insult was directed toward Rafail. Pavlos, as Head of their house, wasted no time in more or less swatting the insult away, like water on a duck’s feathers, again, not for the first time. Panos allowed himself to feel a notion of pride toward his eldest son. He was every bit living up to the Marikas name.
The land disputes, the insults, the dealing with the insults and the taxes thereafter had all taken quite a while, as they typically did, but they were eventually, begrudgingly resolved.
And so once again, Lord Votis addressed them at the conclusion, and this time conceded the floor to Lord Aimias, who apparently had a concern regarding the welfare of the entire kingdom. That piqued Panos’ interest, and he’s eyes narrowed slightly as Lord Aimias stood to address the Lords, as silence befell the room once more. He felt Pavlos shoot a glance at him sideways, but he ignored it. He knew no more than his son about what this matter might be, but it wasn’t the legislation vote.
At first his words fell into silence, which didn't last long. The silence bubbled softly with questioning whispers. Lord Aimias paused for it, expected it. It was a serious matter he was bringing forth. An offense committed against everyone here, as he so stated. Before he could even finish stating what it was he had evidence for, the room had erupted at the nonspecific accusation. Blame was being thrown already in the shouting and the yelling; long and old rivalries flared. But it was clear to Panos what everyone was concerned and upset with, as he, too, was just as concerned; someone in this room was about to be accused of treason.
From there, Panos watched and listened in grave silence, his sons reacting on either side of him to varying degrees of distress and suspicion. Elias had, as it would seem, paid this man, this pirate, to sink not only Athenian ships, no matter the house, but also any Taengean and Colchis ships he came across. This was a serious accusation indeed, and Lord Aimias’ likely very well rehearsed questioning of the lowlife was painting a very damning picture of Elias.
Jaw clenched tightly, for he could not afford a break in composure here, no matter his feelings, he looked over at the Stravos clan. Elias was the picture of bottled anger, his father a close match. While it brought Panos some satisfaction to see them squirming in such a way, it brought nearly as much concern to his calculating mind.
As the proceedings went on, an incriminating letter was produced and its signature and seal confirmed by the King himself to be that of Elias of Stravos. Lord Votis called for confirmation on his part, that he indeed wrote that letter, though it was hardly necessary. The silence was almost deafening, which was an incredible feat in itself with so many men in one space, as all eyes fell on the Stravos heir.
Not a word needed to be spoken, and Panos could almost hear Keikelius’ palm slam into Elias’ back, could feel it as if it was his own hand. The boy had nodded, and indeed, a boy he was.
Panos clenched his jaw harder.
Lord Aimias continued on to share the details of the investigation that had been carried out over the last few days. As the Lord laid out what else they had to support the accusation, the room slowly began to bubble again around Panos. What started out as small whispers soon evolved to angry exchanges and shouting from various houses and families.
The King’s judgment was called upon.
Silence fell across the room like a tide of water on a shore, as all eyes looked to the king.
The verdict was long and drawn out, as the crowd could not help their reactions in between the King’s musings. In the end though, it was decided that House Stravos would be stripped of their titles and lands temporarily until a time a trail could be held, and Elias was to be put under house arrest.
All eyes watched as guards made for Elias and escorted him from the Senate. The fool… Panos thought. The boy deserved it; yes, it was treasonous, but he deserved it more simply because he could not cover his own damned tracks. No one was innocent in this room, but just better at hiding their guilt - and destroying incriminating letters and loose ends.
Of course, Panos had his own suspicions concerning these apparent ‘investigations’ that had and were being conducted, as claimed by Lord Aimias, but as also stated, they were thoughts and questions to be raised during the trial, and while the stripping of the Stravos’ family’s titles was jarring to say the least, it was deserved, and the grave accusation had left the King’s hands tied.
Panos exchanged a charged look with Pavlos. This meant a few things for the Marikas family, and he could already see his son making the necessary calculations, as Panos himself was.
Silence, again, though this time it took a moment or two longer to quench, as Lord Votis stood to speak again. Finally, the King was invited to address the Senate about the matter of legislation hotly anticipated.
Addressing the Lords present, he complimented the people, the Lords and the Kingdom which he ruled, paying respects to Panos and his aunt, Ivra, to which he bowed his head graciously.
From there, the King made clear the legislation he wished to change - the succession of women in the immediate Royal line. The King gave the floor to the Senate and any Lord who wished to speak. Panos watched Keikelius stand to take the floor first. After what had happened to his family, Panos could see Keikelius go one of two ways;
One: speak against the proposal, support his useless son. Two: try to slink the Stravos name back into some kind of good standing and throw his support, whatever that was worth anymore, behind the new legislation.
Somewhat to his surprise, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility, Keikelius chose the latter
Interesting.
Panos exchanged another look with his sons. This was an interesting turn of events as Keikelius’ support meant very little considering the Crown had assumed temporary control of his family’s lands. On the same token, however, it was clear all those provinces were now a secure vote in support of the legislation.
Very crafty for the Xanthos family. Very crafty, indeed. It was impressive, really, the timing of events, how everything was seemingly shifting their way like clockwork.
Panos was absolutely sure coincidence had nothing to do with it.
Keikelius’ pitiful vote cast, talk rippled among the room in the interim as houses spoke among themselves, weighing the pros and cons, thinking how best they might benefit, or indeed, lose out from such a legislation.
As Master of Law, Panos had no vote to cast, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t speak. He would say his piece, and then he would hand the floor over to his son, Pavlos, to cast his vote for the greater House Marikas.
Following Keikelius, Alehandros of House Antonis was next to address the Senate. House Antonis and House Marikas together were the oldest Athenian families, and as such have held a long, prosperous and ongoing support for one another through intermarriage. They were a House built on traditions as much as Marikas was.
Panos listened intently as Alehandros laid out his reasons, and his eventual vote against the proposed legislation. He made an excellent point regarding how this would affect the line of succession in the long term, and Panos had his own questions brewing in response. Do they intend to change the legislation regarding marriage and the taking of the male line name? If not, then Persephone will take the family name of whoever she marries. This legislation today doesn’t change that aspect of the law.
Alehandros took his seat again, and once more the room bubbled with deep private chatter and mumbling.
Panos had to speak very little with his sons. He trusted Pavlos to hold his own opinion, as he has done for quite some time, and vote for their great house. A few worded glances and side comments was all the communication that was required.
Panos waited an appropriate minute or so, before slowly rising from his seat. The room fell silent, starting with the houses closest to Marikas. Lord Votis acknowledged him and invited him down to speak before the Senate.
Hands clasped behind his back, he made his way down from the Marikas seats to where Lord Votis waited. He bowed to the King, ”Your Majesty…” the Princess, ”Your Royal Highness...” and then turned to face the Senate, ”Lords of the Senate.” He allowed the room a moment, making absolutely sure all attention was on him. The silence that followed spoke highly, as it were, of the power of his position.
”Before us today is a proposal to change the current legislation regarding the immediate line of succession. As Master of Law, it is the laws and traditions of this prosperous Kingdom that I am tasked with upholding and maintaining. Legislation changes are healthy for a Kingdom as bountiful and superior as ours; they ensure that this country and its King continue to provide for their people in the best possible way. In some cases, dated laws need to be amended for the good of the Kingdom. This is normal. This is what we are here for. If legislation changes were not a part of such a process, there would be little need for a Senate.
Changes in legislation are healthy - to a certain extent.”
Panos paused for effect. How he loved to do that.
”This law proposes to allow the Crown to pass to immediate female heirs if there are no immediate male heirs within that Royal family, before it passes to the next family in line. As the King already stated, there is great merit to this; the Crown has passed between many different families over many years according to the law as it currently stands, and this law would, in theory, create some stability in the Royal line, so to speak. Again, in theory. The reality is any female heirs will, of course, need to marry as well to further their Royal line. As such, the law of marriage in this country is that the wife should take the name of the husband; therefore, for example, should this legislation pass and Her Royal Highness Princess Persephone becomes our next ruler, when she marries, it is her husbands family name that will then became the Royal line.”
”As it would seem to me, this legislation is doing little save for extending House Xanthos rule by a few more years, at best. The stability with which His Majesty is insinuating will come about as a result is short lived. The Crown will pass to another House, another family, as soon as the Princess marries. This is an unnecessary and quite frankly, insulting disruption of the great traditions that this country has been built upon. There are reasons the Crown only passes down the line of male heirs. Reasons I will lay out as follows;
Females have the added complication of childbirth, and as such, have a higher rate of mortality, arguably, than their male heir counterparts. More to the point, women are not allowed to serve in Athenian militaries. Military experience and expertise is a defining trait when it comes to what constitutes a competent ruler, and one worthy of this Kingdom and its protection. This is something that no female heir has any first hand understanding of whatsoever and is quite precisely why the Crown, by tradition of old, passes down the male line. Can we trust the ruling of our beautiful country and the defense of this country, to someone who arguably cannot competently defend themselves, nor hold their own in a battle, nor lead their men into such a battle? As a military man myself, as a vast majority of us are in this room today, I find great discomfort in this simple, physiological and social difference.”
Panos’ eyes pierced the room with intent. The eyes he did lock on to in the crowd he held for a long moment before sweeping on, extending the silence, letting his words sink deep.
After a long minute or so, he breathed deep to speak again.
”Do we really want to cause complete upheaval and devalue our long standing and proud traditions, traditions all the men in this room can credit their existence to, all so a Princess can become a Queen? Do we want to destabilize our Kingdom in such a jarring way, causing some very major problems for the security of our country, as well as likely many more unforeseeable issues in the future? I pose these questions to you, My Lords. I hope this aids those of you who have yet to cast a vote today. As I ask myself these questions, my greatest concern is for the good of this Kingdom, and I do not feel this change in the law has the Kingdom's best interests at heart. Therefore, I will not support this legislation.“
Panos bowed deeply to this Lords, turning to face the Princess and The King again and reciprocating another deep, respectful bow. With his head held high, his hands clasped resolutely behind his back, he made his way back up to his seat as the private chatter picked up around him.
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Panos took his seat, Pavlos following to sit on his right, Rafail on Pavlos’ other side. All eyes were on the Princess, a din of chatter rippling around the vast room. All were likely discussing the highly anticipated legislation vote, that was surely to make this otherwise ordinary Senate meet one to remember, no matter the outcome. Panos’ eyes calmly assessed the princess, the King, wandered over to the Stravos clan, and back to the front when he saw Lord Votis stand to address the Lords. Silence fell. They were all well rehearsed in such procedure.
That being said, business as normal began, as it would any other Senate meet. There was an undeniable tension building, maybe an impatience, for everyone knew what awaited them at the end of the meet.
But other matters required addressing first.
A land dispute between a couple House Stravos and House Anthonis provinces was brought to attention, during which, and not for the first time Panos was embarrassed to acknowledge, an insult was directed toward Rafail. Pavlos, as Head of their house, wasted no time in more or less swatting the insult away, like water on a duck’s feathers, again, not for the first time. Panos allowed himself to feel a notion of pride toward his eldest son. He was every bit living up to the Marikas name.
The land disputes, the insults, the dealing with the insults and the taxes thereafter had all taken quite a while, as they typically did, but they were eventually, begrudgingly resolved.
And so once again, Lord Votis addressed them at the conclusion, and this time conceded the floor to Lord Aimias, who apparently had a concern regarding the welfare of the entire kingdom. That piqued Panos’ interest, and he’s eyes narrowed slightly as Lord Aimias stood to address the Lords, as silence befell the room once more. He felt Pavlos shoot a glance at him sideways, but he ignored it. He knew no more than his son about what this matter might be, but it wasn’t the legislation vote.
At first his words fell into silence, which didn't last long. The silence bubbled softly with questioning whispers. Lord Aimias paused for it, expected it. It was a serious matter he was bringing forth. An offense committed against everyone here, as he so stated. Before he could even finish stating what it was he had evidence for, the room had erupted at the nonspecific accusation. Blame was being thrown already in the shouting and the yelling; long and old rivalries flared. But it was clear to Panos what everyone was concerned and upset with, as he, too, was just as concerned; someone in this room was about to be accused of treason.
From there, Panos watched and listened in grave silence, his sons reacting on either side of him to varying degrees of distress and suspicion. Elias had, as it would seem, paid this man, this pirate, to sink not only Athenian ships, no matter the house, but also any Taengean and Colchis ships he came across. This was a serious accusation indeed, and Lord Aimias’ likely very well rehearsed questioning of the lowlife was painting a very damning picture of Elias.
Jaw clenched tightly, for he could not afford a break in composure here, no matter his feelings, he looked over at the Stravos clan. Elias was the picture of bottled anger, his father a close match. While it brought Panos some satisfaction to see them squirming in such a way, it brought nearly as much concern to his calculating mind.
As the proceedings went on, an incriminating letter was produced and its signature and seal confirmed by the King himself to be that of Elias of Stravos. Lord Votis called for confirmation on his part, that he indeed wrote that letter, though it was hardly necessary. The silence was almost deafening, which was an incredible feat in itself with so many men in one space, as all eyes fell on the Stravos heir.
Not a word needed to be spoken, and Panos could almost hear Keikelius’ palm slam into Elias’ back, could feel it as if it was his own hand. The boy had nodded, and indeed, a boy he was.
Panos clenched his jaw harder.
Lord Aimias continued on to share the details of the investigation that had been carried out over the last few days. As the Lord laid out what else they had to support the accusation, the room slowly began to bubble again around Panos. What started out as small whispers soon evolved to angry exchanges and shouting from various houses and families.
The King’s judgment was called upon.
Silence fell across the room like a tide of water on a shore, as all eyes looked to the king.
The verdict was long and drawn out, as the crowd could not help their reactions in between the King’s musings. In the end though, it was decided that House Stravos would be stripped of their titles and lands temporarily until a time a trail could be held, and Elias was to be put under house arrest.
All eyes watched as guards made for Elias and escorted him from the Senate. The fool… Panos thought. The boy deserved it; yes, it was treasonous, but he deserved it more simply because he could not cover his own damned tracks. No one was innocent in this room, but just better at hiding their guilt - and destroying incriminating letters and loose ends.
Of course, Panos had his own suspicions concerning these apparent ‘investigations’ that had and were being conducted, as claimed by Lord Aimias, but as also stated, they were thoughts and questions to be raised during the trial, and while the stripping of the Stravos’ family’s titles was jarring to say the least, it was deserved, and the grave accusation had left the King’s hands tied.
Panos exchanged a charged look with Pavlos. This meant a few things for the Marikas family, and he could already see his son making the necessary calculations, as Panos himself was.
Silence, again, though this time it took a moment or two longer to quench, as Lord Votis stood to speak again. Finally, the King was invited to address the Senate about the matter of legislation hotly anticipated.
Addressing the Lords present, he complimented the people, the Lords and the Kingdom which he ruled, paying respects to Panos and his aunt, Ivra, to which he bowed his head graciously.
From there, the King made clear the legislation he wished to change - the succession of women in the immediate Royal line. The King gave the floor to the Senate and any Lord who wished to speak. Panos watched Keikelius stand to take the floor first. After what had happened to his family, Panos could see Keikelius go one of two ways;
One: speak against the proposal, support his useless son. Two: try to slink the Stravos name back into some kind of good standing and throw his support, whatever that was worth anymore, behind the new legislation.
Somewhat to his surprise, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility, Keikelius chose the latter
Interesting.
Panos exchanged another look with his sons. This was an interesting turn of events as Keikelius’ support meant very little considering the Crown had assumed temporary control of his family’s lands. On the same token, however, it was clear all those provinces were now a secure vote in support of the legislation.
Very crafty for the Xanthos family. Very crafty, indeed. It was impressive, really, the timing of events, how everything was seemingly shifting their way like clockwork.
Panos was absolutely sure coincidence had nothing to do with it.
Keikelius’ pitiful vote cast, talk rippled among the room in the interim as houses spoke among themselves, weighing the pros and cons, thinking how best they might benefit, or indeed, lose out from such a legislation.
As Master of Law, Panos had no vote to cast, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t speak. He would say his piece, and then he would hand the floor over to his son, Pavlos, to cast his vote for the greater House Marikas.
Following Keikelius, Alehandros of House Antonis was next to address the Senate. House Antonis and House Marikas together were the oldest Athenian families, and as such have held a long, prosperous and ongoing support for one another through intermarriage. They were a House built on traditions as much as Marikas was.
Panos listened intently as Alehandros laid out his reasons, and his eventual vote against the proposed legislation. He made an excellent point regarding how this would affect the line of succession in the long term, and Panos had his own questions brewing in response. Do they intend to change the legislation regarding marriage and the taking of the male line name? If not, then Persephone will take the family name of whoever she marries. This legislation today doesn’t change that aspect of the law.
Alehandros took his seat again, and once more the room bubbled with deep private chatter and mumbling.
Panos had to speak very little with his sons. He trusted Pavlos to hold his own opinion, as he has done for quite some time, and vote for their great house. A few worded glances and side comments was all the communication that was required.
Panos waited an appropriate minute or so, before slowly rising from his seat. The room fell silent, starting with the houses closest to Marikas. Lord Votis acknowledged him and invited him down to speak before the Senate.
Hands clasped behind his back, he made his way down from the Marikas seats to where Lord Votis waited. He bowed to the King, ”Your Majesty…” the Princess, ”Your Royal Highness...” and then turned to face the Senate, ”Lords of the Senate.” He allowed the room a moment, making absolutely sure all attention was on him. The silence that followed spoke highly, as it were, of the power of his position.
”Before us today is a proposal to change the current legislation regarding the immediate line of succession. As Master of Law, it is the laws and traditions of this prosperous Kingdom that I am tasked with upholding and maintaining. Legislation changes are healthy for a Kingdom as bountiful and superior as ours; they ensure that this country and its King continue to provide for their people in the best possible way. In some cases, dated laws need to be amended for the good of the Kingdom. This is normal. This is what we are here for. If legislation changes were not a part of such a process, there would be little need for a Senate.
Changes in legislation are healthy - to a certain extent.”
Panos paused for effect. How he loved to do that.
”This law proposes to allow the Crown to pass to immediate female heirs if there are no immediate male heirs within that Royal family, before it passes to the next family in line. As the King already stated, there is great merit to this; the Crown has passed between many different families over many years according to the law as it currently stands, and this law would, in theory, create some stability in the Royal line, so to speak. Again, in theory. The reality is any female heirs will, of course, need to marry as well to further their Royal line. As such, the law of marriage in this country is that the wife should take the name of the husband; therefore, for example, should this legislation pass and Her Royal Highness Princess Persephone becomes our next ruler, when she marries, it is her husbands family name that will then became the Royal line.”
”As it would seem to me, this legislation is doing little save for extending House Xanthos rule by a few more years, at best. The stability with which His Majesty is insinuating will come about as a result is short lived. The Crown will pass to another House, another family, as soon as the Princess marries. This is an unnecessary and quite frankly, insulting disruption of the great traditions that this country has been built upon. There are reasons the Crown only passes down the line of male heirs. Reasons I will lay out as follows;
Females have the added complication of childbirth, and as such, have a higher rate of mortality, arguably, than their male heir counterparts. More to the point, women are not allowed to serve in Athenian militaries. Military experience and expertise is a defining trait when it comes to what constitutes a competent ruler, and one worthy of this Kingdom and its protection. This is something that no female heir has any first hand understanding of whatsoever and is quite precisely why the Crown, by tradition of old, passes down the male line. Can we trust the ruling of our beautiful country and the defense of this country, to someone who arguably cannot competently defend themselves, nor hold their own in a battle, nor lead their men into such a battle? As a military man myself, as a vast majority of us are in this room today, I find great discomfort in this simple, physiological and social difference.”
Panos’ eyes pierced the room with intent. The eyes he did lock on to in the crowd he held for a long moment before sweeping on, extending the silence, letting his words sink deep.
After a long minute or so, he breathed deep to speak again.
”Do we really want to cause complete upheaval and devalue our long standing and proud traditions, traditions all the men in this room can credit their existence to, all so a Princess can become a Queen? Do we want to destabilize our Kingdom in such a jarring way, causing some very major problems for the security of our country, as well as likely many more unforeseeable issues in the future? I pose these questions to you, My Lords. I hope this aids those of you who have yet to cast a vote today. As I ask myself these questions, my greatest concern is for the good of this Kingdom, and I do not feel this change in the law has the Kingdom's best interests at heart. Therefore, I will not support this legislation.“
Panos bowed deeply to this Lords, turning to face the Princess and The King again and reciprocating another deep, respectful bow. With his head held high, his hands clasped resolutely behind his back, he made his way back up to his seat as the private chatter picked up around him.
And so it was to begin.
Panos took his seat, Pavlos following to sit on his right, Rafail on Pavlos’ other side. All eyes were on the Princess, a din of chatter rippling around the vast room. All were likely discussing the highly anticipated legislation vote, that was surely to make this otherwise ordinary Senate meet one to remember, no matter the outcome. Panos’ eyes calmly assessed the princess, the King, wandered over to the Stravos clan, and back to the front when he saw Lord Votis stand to address the Lords. Silence fell. They were all well rehearsed in such procedure.
That being said, business as normal began, as it would any other Senate meet. There was an undeniable tension building, maybe an impatience, for everyone knew what awaited them at the end of the meet.
But other matters required addressing first.
A land dispute between a couple House Stravos and House Anthonis provinces was brought to attention, during which, and not for the first time Panos was embarrassed to acknowledge, an insult was directed toward Rafail. Pavlos, as Head of their house, wasted no time in more or less swatting the insult away, like water on a duck’s feathers, again, not for the first time. Panos allowed himself to feel a notion of pride toward his eldest son. He was every bit living up to the Marikas name.
The land disputes, the insults, the dealing with the insults and the taxes thereafter had all taken quite a while, as they typically did, but they were eventually, begrudgingly resolved.
And so once again, Lord Votis addressed them at the conclusion, and this time conceded the floor to Lord Aimias, who apparently had a concern regarding the welfare of the entire kingdom. That piqued Panos’ interest, and he’s eyes narrowed slightly as Lord Aimias stood to address the Lords, as silence befell the room once more. He felt Pavlos shoot a glance at him sideways, but he ignored it. He knew no more than his son about what this matter might be, but it wasn’t the legislation vote.
At first his words fell into silence, which didn't last long. The silence bubbled softly with questioning whispers. Lord Aimias paused for it, expected it. It was a serious matter he was bringing forth. An offense committed against everyone here, as he so stated. Before he could even finish stating what it was he had evidence for, the room had erupted at the nonspecific accusation. Blame was being thrown already in the shouting and the yelling; long and old rivalries flared. But it was clear to Panos what everyone was concerned and upset with, as he, too, was just as concerned; someone in this room was about to be accused of treason.
From there, Panos watched and listened in grave silence, his sons reacting on either side of him to varying degrees of distress and suspicion. Elias had, as it would seem, paid this man, this pirate, to sink not only Athenian ships, no matter the house, but also any Taengean and Colchis ships he came across. This was a serious accusation indeed, and Lord Aimias’ likely very well rehearsed questioning of the lowlife was painting a very damning picture of Elias.
Jaw clenched tightly, for he could not afford a break in composure here, no matter his feelings, he looked over at the Stravos clan. Elias was the picture of bottled anger, his father a close match. While it brought Panos some satisfaction to see them squirming in such a way, it brought nearly as much concern to his calculating mind.
As the proceedings went on, an incriminating letter was produced and its signature and seal confirmed by the King himself to be that of Elias of Stravos. Lord Votis called for confirmation on his part, that he indeed wrote that letter, though it was hardly necessary. The silence was almost deafening, which was an incredible feat in itself with so many men in one space, as all eyes fell on the Stravos heir.
Not a word needed to be spoken, and Panos could almost hear Keikelius’ palm slam into Elias’ back, could feel it as if it was his own hand. The boy had nodded, and indeed, a boy he was.
Panos clenched his jaw harder.
Lord Aimias continued on to share the details of the investigation that had been carried out over the last few days. As the Lord laid out what else they had to support the accusation, the room slowly began to bubble again around Panos. What started out as small whispers soon evolved to angry exchanges and shouting from various houses and families.
The King’s judgment was called upon.
Silence fell across the room like a tide of water on a shore, as all eyes looked to the king.
The verdict was long and drawn out, as the crowd could not help their reactions in between the King’s musings. In the end though, it was decided that House Stravos would be stripped of their titles and lands temporarily until a time a trail could be held, and Elias was to be put under house arrest.
All eyes watched as guards made for Elias and escorted him from the Senate. The fool… Panos thought. The boy deserved it; yes, it was treasonous, but he deserved it more simply because he could not cover his own damned tracks. No one was innocent in this room, but just better at hiding their guilt - and destroying incriminating letters and loose ends.
Of course, Panos had his own suspicions concerning these apparent ‘investigations’ that had and were being conducted, as claimed by Lord Aimias, but as also stated, they were thoughts and questions to be raised during the trial, and while the stripping of the Stravos’ family’s titles was jarring to say the least, it was deserved, and the grave accusation had left the King’s hands tied.
Panos exchanged a charged look with Pavlos. This meant a few things for the Marikas family, and he could already see his son making the necessary calculations, as Panos himself was.
Silence, again, though this time it took a moment or two longer to quench, as Lord Votis stood to speak again. Finally, the King was invited to address the Senate about the matter of legislation hotly anticipated.
Addressing the Lords present, he complimented the people, the Lords and the Kingdom which he ruled, paying respects to Panos and his aunt, Ivra, to which he bowed his head graciously.
From there, the King made clear the legislation he wished to change - the succession of women in the immediate Royal line. The King gave the floor to the Senate and any Lord who wished to speak. Panos watched Keikelius stand to take the floor first. After what had happened to his family, Panos could see Keikelius go one of two ways;
One: speak against the proposal, support his useless son. Two: try to slink the Stravos name back into some kind of good standing and throw his support, whatever that was worth anymore, behind the new legislation.
Somewhat to his surprise, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility, Keikelius chose the latter
Interesting.
Panos exchanged another look with his sons. This was an interesting turn of events as Keikelius’ support meant very little considering the Crown had assumed temporary control of his family’s lands. On the same token, however, it was clear all those provinces were now a secure vote in support of the legislation.
Very crafty for the Xanthos family. Very crafty, indeed. It was impressive, really, the timing of events, how everything was seemingly shifting their way like clockwork.
Panos was absolutely sure coincidence had nothing to do with it.
Keikelius’ pitiful vote cast, talk rippled among the room in the interim as houses spoke among themselves, weighing the pros and cons, thinking how best they might benefit, or indeed, lose out from such a legislation.
As Master of Law, Panos had no vote to cast, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t speak. He would say his piece, and then he would hand the floor over to his son, Pavlos, to cast his vote for the greater House Marikas.
Following Keikelius, Alehandros of House Antonis was next to address the Senate. House Antonis and House Marikas together were the oldest Athenian families, and as such have held a long, prosperous and ongoing support for one another through intermarriage. They were a House built on traditions as much as Marikas was.
Panos listened intently as Alehandros laid out his reasons, and his eventual vote against the proposed legislation. He made an excellent point regarding how this would affect the line of succession in the long term, and Panos had his own questions brewing in response. Do they intend to change the legislation regarding marriage and the taking of the male line name? If not, then Persephone will take the family name of whoever she marries. This legislation today doesn’t change that aspect of the law.
Alehandros took his seat again, and once more the room bubbled with deep private chatter and mumbling.
Panos had to speak very little with his sons. He trusted Pavlos to hold his own opinion, as he has done for quite some time, and vote for their great house. A few worded glances and side comments was all the communication that was required.
Panos waited an appropriate minute or so, before slowly rising from his seat. The room fell silent, starting with the houses closest to Marikas. Lord Votis acknowledged him and invited him down to speak before the Senate.
Hands clasped behind his back, he made his way down from the Marikas seats to where Lord Votis waited. He bowed to the King, ”Your Majesty…” the Princess, ”Your Royal Highness...” and then turned to face the Senate, ”Lords of the Senate.” He allowed the room a moment, making absolutely sure all attention was on him. The silence that followed spoke highly, as it were, of the power of his position.
”Before us today is a proposal to change the current legislation regarding the immediate line of succession. As Master of Law, it is the laws and traditions of this prosperous Kingdom that I am tasked with upholding and maintaining. Legislation changes are healthy for a Kingdom as bountiful and superior as ours; they ensure that this country and its King continue to provide for their people in the best possible way. In some cases, dated laws need to be amended for the good of the Kingdom. This is normal. This is what we are here for. If legislation changes were not a part of such a process, there would be little need for a Senate.
Changes in legislation are healthy - to a certain extent.”
Panos paused for effect. How he loved to do that.
”This law proposes to allow the Crown to pass to immediate female heirs if there are no immediate male heirs within that Royal family, before it passes to the next family in line. As the King already stated, there is great merit to this; the Crown has passed between many different families over many years according to the law as it currently stands, and this law would, in theory, create some stability in the Royal line, so to speak. Again, in theory. The reality is any female heirs will, of course, need to marry as well to further their Royal line. As such, the law of marriage in this country is that the wife should take the name of the husband; therefore, for example, should this legislation pass and Her Royal Highness Princess Persephone becomes our next ruler, when she marries, it is her husbands family name that will then became the Royal line.”
”As it would seem to me, this legislation is doing little save for extending House Xanthos rule by a few more years, at best. The stability with which His Majesty is insinuating will come about as a result is short lived. The Crown will pass to another House, another family, as soon as the Princess marries. This is an unnecessary and quite frankly, insulting disruption of the great traditions that this country has been built upon. There are reasons the Crown only passes down the line of male heirs. Reasons I will lay out as follows;
Females have the added complication of childbirth, and as such, have a higher rate of mortality, arguably, than their male heir counterparts. More to the point, women are not allowed to serve in Athenian militaries. Military experience and expertise is a defining trait when it comes to what constitutes a competent ruler, and one worthy of this Kingdom and its protection. This is something that no female heir has any first hand understanding of whatsoever and is quite precisely why the Crown, by tradition of old, passes down the male line. Can we trust the ruling of our beautiful country and the defense of this country, to someone who arguably cannot competently defend themselves, nor hold their own in a battle, nor lead their men into such a battle? As a military man myself, as a vast majority of us are in this room today, I find great discomfort in this simple, physiological and social difference.”
Panos’ eyes pierced the room with intent. The eyes he did lock on to in the crowd he held for a long moment before sweeping on, extending the silence, letting his words sink deep.
After a long minute or so, he breathed deep to speak again.
”Do we really want to cause complete upheaval and devalue our long standing and proud traditions, traditions all the men in this room can credit their existence to, all so a Princess can become a Queen? Do we want to destabilize our Kingdom in such a jarring way, causing some very major problems for the security of our country, as well as likely many more unforeseeable issues in the future? I pose these questions to you, My Lords. I hope this aids those of you who have yet to cast a vote today. As I ask myself these questions, my greatest concern is for the good of this Kingdom, and I do not feel this change in the law has the Kingdom's best interests at heart. Therefore, I will not support this legislation.“
Panos bowed deeply to this Lords, turning to face the Princess and The King again and reciprocating another deep, respectful bow. With his head held high, his hands clasped resolutely behind his back, he made his way back up to his seat as the private chatter picked up around him.
Pavlos' eyes did not follow his father as he climbed the stairs to take his sit beside him again. Instead, they swept the room, hovering over many familiar faces of varying degrees of certainty or confusion. What was he looking for? Well, he couldn't be certain until he found it.
There it was. On a few faces. Some nodding still even after his father has finished speaking and had now retaken his seat. That was what he was looking for - the confirmation that there were other houses and families, perhaps many more than what he could see, that agreed with the sentiments put forth by both Alehandros and his father.
This, in fact, was in little doubt. Both he and his father knew there were many if not most in the Senate who would not support such a proposal, but the events surrounding Elias most recently were a variable they had not expected.
A few rough minutes passed, discussion echoing around the room like a forceful wind. Two Masters of the Senate had spoken and one Lord had cast his vote. The time had come for Pavlos to cast his for his own House.
Standing slowly, his back straight and stiff as a board, his expression serious and strong, he strode from his seat and down toward the center of the room, as the others had done. He nodded to Lord Votis, who then proceeded to announce him to the floor. Pavlos bowed deeply and respectfully to both the King and the Princess as the room hushed around him, before turning to face the lords.
"His Majesty, Her Royal Highness and Lords of the Senate. I must confide in you that I concur with the concerns addressed by both Lord Alehandros and my father. The candid disregard for the significance of our traditions - and why they are traditions - is distressing. This is a great country. It is great because it has been built from the ground up by great families like House Antonis and my own. Traditions are what have made it possible for us to be here today, and become what we are today. All of us in this room have profited and prospered based of the traditions as they currently, and always have, stand, and therefore I fail to see why anyone in this room would want to see those traditions thrown by the way side, especially to immediately benefit a family that has only very recently became a part of the most significant and important one.
This legislation, as I see it, is a slight against perhaps the most respected Dynasteia in his this room - House Antonis. Lord Alehandros is next in line for the throne. He has proven himself many a time in all manners of his life to be a fit and just ruler, as is the standard of the men in his house. By right, the Crown should pass to him upon the unfortunate and, Gods will it, still far removed event of the passing of our gracious King Minas.
Pavlos paused and turned then, bowing respectfully once more to his King.
"It is deserved by no one more, and it is, in my humble opinion, the best thing for the future of this Kingdom."
If the current law regarding the line of succession is discarded, then I fear this would severely devalue the significance of everything this country is built on, undermining the achievements of the most respected families in this room. For these reasons, and the reasons previously stated by Lord Alehandros and my father, I do so declare, that House Marikas will not support this legislation."
The room erupted once again. Bowing a final time to the King and the Princess, Pavlos made his way up the stairs back to his seats.
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Pavlos' eyes did not follow his father as he climbed the stairs to take his sit beside him again. Instead, they swept the room, hovering over many familiar faces of varying degrees of certainty or confusion. What was he looking for? Well, he couldn't be certain until he found it.
There it was. On a few faces. Some nodding still even after his father has finished speaking and had now retaken his seat. That was what he was looking for - the confirmation that there were other houses and families, perhaps many more than what he could see, that agreed with the sentiments put forth by both Alehandros and his father.
This, in fact, was in little doubt. Both he and his father knew there were many if not most in the Senate who would not support such a proposal, but the events surrounding Elias most recently were a variable they had not expected.
A few rough minutes passed, discussion echoing around the room like a forceful wind. Two Masters of the Senate had spoken and one Lord had cast his vote. The time had come for Pavlos to cast his for his own House.
Standing slowly, his back straight and stiff as a board, his expression serious and strong, he strode from his seat and down toward the center of the room, as the others had done. He nodded to Lord Votis, who then proceeded to announce him to the floor. Pavlos bowed deeply and respectfully to both the King and the Princess as the room hushed around him, before turning to face the lords.
"His Majesty, Her Royal Highness and Lords of the Senate. I must confide in you that I concur with the concerns addressed by both Lord Alehandros and my father. The candid disregard for the significance of our traditions - and why they are traditions - is distressing. This is a great country. It is great because it has been built from the ground up by great families like House Antonis and my own. Traditions are what have made it possible for us to be here today, and become what we are today. All of us in this room have profited and prospered based of the traditions as they currently, and always have, stand, and therefore I fail to see why anyone in this room would want to see those traditions thrown by the way side, especially to immediately benefit a family that has only very recently became a part of the most significant and important one.
This legislation, as I see it, is a slight against perhaps the most respected Dynasteia in his this room - House Antonis. Lord Alehandros is next in line for the throne. He has proven himself many a time in all manners of his life to be a fit and just ruler, as is the standard of the men in his house. By right, the Crown should pass to him upon the unfortunate and, Gods will it, still far removed event of the passing of our gracious King Minas.
Pavlos paused and turned then, bowing respectfully once more to his King.
"It is deserved by no one more, and it is, in my humble opinion, the best thing for the future of this Kingdom."
If the current law regarding the line of succession is discarded, then I fear this would severely devalue the significance of everything this country is built on, undermining the achievements of the most respected families in this room. For these reasons, and the reasons previously stated by Lord Alehandros and my father, I do so declare, that House Marikas will not support this legislation."
The room erupted once again. Bowing a final time to the King and the Princess, Pavlos made his way up the stairs back to his seats.
Pavlos' eyes did not follow his father as he climbed the stairs to take his sit beside him again. Instead, they swept the room, hovering over many familiar faces of varying degrees of certainty or confusion. What was he looking for? Well, he couldn't be certain until he found it.
There it was. On a few faces. Some nodding still even after his father has finished speaking and had now retaken his seat. That was what he was looking for - the confirmation that there were other houses and families, perhaps many more than what he could see, that agreed with the sentiments put forth by both Alehandros and his father.
This, in fact, was in little doubt. Both he and his father knew there were many if not most in the Senate who would not support such a proposal, but the events surrounding Elias most recently were a variable they had not expected.
A few rough minutes passed, discussion echoing around the room like a forceful wind. Two Masters of the Senate had spoken and one Lord had cast his vote. The time had come for Pavlos to cast his for his own House.
Standing slowly, his back straight and stiff as a board, his expression serious and strong, he strode from his seat and down toward the center of the room, as the others had done. He nodded to Lord Votis, who then proceeded to announce him to the floor. Pavlos bowed deeply and respectfully to both the King and the Princess as the room hushed around him, before turning to face the lords.
"His Majesty, Her Royal Highness and Lords of the Senate. I must confide in you that I concur with the concerns addressed by both Lord Alehandros and my father. The candid disregard for the significance of our traditions - and why they are traditions - is distressing. This is a great country. It is great because it has been built from the ground up by great families like House Antonis and my own. Traditions are what have made it possible for us to be here today, and become what we are today. All of us in this room have profited and prospered based of the traditions as they currently, and always have, stand, and therefore I fail to see why anyone in this room would want to see those traditions thrown by the way side, especially to immediately benefit a family that has only very recently became a part of the most significant and important one.
This legislation, as I see it, is a slight against perhaps the most respected Dynasteia in his this room - House Antonis. Lord Alehandros is next in line for the throne. He has proven himself many a time in all manners of his life to be a fit and just ruler, as is the standard of the men in his house. By right, the Crown should pass to him upon the unfortunate and, Gods will it, still far removed event of the passing of our gracious King Minas.
Pavlos paused and turned then, bowing respectfully once more to his King.
"It is deserved by no one more, and it is, in my humble opinion, the best thing for the future of this Kingdom."
If the current law regarding the line of succession is discarded, then I fear this would severely devalue the significance of everything this country is built on, undermining the achievements of the most respected families in this room. For these reasons, and the reasons previously stated by Lord Alehandros and my father, I do so declare, that House Marikas will not support this legislation."
The room erupted once again. Bowing a final time to the King and the Princess, Pavlos made his way up the stairs back to his seats.
Persephone remained calm. Despite her personal feelings on the matter at hand and the fact that some of what the nobles were saying was valid and some decidedly not, she allowed her father to handle the situation through Lord Votis. His voice had completely failed him now and Lord Votis was forced to climb the steps to His Majesty's chair and then speak out his words.
When Keikelius spoke, it was a simple enough response. That the king appreciated his words of support on the subject but for his concerns to not be such; for women could be sent as baronesses to provinces too; such as Persephone herself or Sanasa of Antonis. He acquiesced to the Lord Stravos' words that such a practice was indeed less common than to send boys into such roles but that there was time enough for such practices to change and for the daughters of nobles to start taking up such roles - provided they were under the instruction, guidance and tutorship of a steward or male relative until able to handle the responsibilities themselves with their husbands.
When Lord Alehandros spoke, Persephone was the most surprised. The man had made it clear he had no ambition for the throne - had never had any such goals - and had spoken with her father at length on the legislation vote. They had been strongly believing the man to vote in their favour. Specifically, because of the strength of the female members of the House of Antonis. Her father had mentioned Lysta already but there was also Vasia - a confident young woman of military mind - and Lord Alehandros' daughters themselves. Including Sanasa, baroness to her own province.
If the law did change and something untoward happened to the current line, it was not such a large step for the inheritance to pass to Alehandros again. And with the new rules of inheritance, his daughters would then become Queen. He seemed to not care for such things and seemed instead focused on insult, despite the king having spoken to him on this subject at great length and made it clear insult had nothing to do with it. This was not a debate on whether Persephone or Alehandros should rule. It was a debate on whether the law should change for future generations and future families.
When Alehandros had finished speaking, the king gave no reaction to his apparent turn around on the subject and, instead, addressed his concerns in turn. First, stated that, once again, that this was not an insult to the Antonis family and he put forward the rhetorical question of whether Alehandros would have issue with the law change suggested if he were king and it were his daughters who had the chance to inherit the legacy he had forged. Minas then turned the subject back to that of hand by confirming that this was not a personal debate or issue between the current Houses -
"-this is a debate on whether or not future heirs who have learnt at the hand of their parents - who are arguably more equipped and well trained to handle the role of monarch - are given preference in the line of inheritance regardless of gender. We are currently in a position - as I said before - where we have a perfect male heir to our throne... This is not a suggestion against any of the heirs presented in our current time. But there have been times where this is not the case and there will be such times again. And during those dark times, I can assure you that such a policy change as this would be unlikely to be put to you for democratic discussion."
Translation: if a current law supports the ascension of a bad king, you cannot wait for that bad king to be ruling in order to realise this fault and change it. Only in times of peace can you make valid choices on how to stop a war. Whilst it would, obviously, affect the lives of many people within the room, it was not for the benefit of Persephone or Alehandros or even for Antonis or Xanthos that such a ruling was being suggested... That was what the king was saying.
When Alehandros spoke of the refusal for the line of succession to variate from the current Xanthos, Persephone worked hard to keep her expression calm. This was simply arrogance speaking. As far as she was concerned, the best person for the job should be placed on the throne. Alehandros could be that person. But Elias could not. And the current law supported each of them in equal measure - one after the other. It didn't matter what their name was or what House they belonged to. Persephone couldn't have cared less about becoming Queen if Alehandros had sons. All she intended to do was keep the rule of the kingdom out of the hands of people like the Stravos or other such power-hungry politicians. And the daughters of kings would have the training and benevolence to do that - in the same way their sons do. Because an heir who has always expected to take the throne, as child of a monarch, did not have to scheme to get it.
On the topic of names, Minas spoke up, thanking Alehandros for his contribution to the discussion and making a lenience and acceptance.
"Perhaps we should consider that all future female heirs, provided their betrotheds are of Athenian descent, will take their husband's name regardless of marital discussions?" The king suggested. "Such a process coincides with our current laws and would stop a singular family from - as you say - claiming the honour of being our monarch..."
Persephone disliked the suggestion - not because it was a bad one, it actually made a lot of sense. But because it pandered to the pride and arrogance of the men in the room who just wanted their Name on the throne - regardless of who it was attached to and whether they were right or appropriate.
When the conversation moved to Lord Panos, Persephone felt a flicker of panic in her gut. This was supposed to be the discussion portion of the Senate. The bit in which people talked back and forth, worked out the issues and the kinks in a plan, before finalising it into something to be voted on. And yet the Lords weren't waiting. They were voting straight away after expressing their opinions.
She knew it was childish but Persephone felt hurt. She had been running the country now for several months in her father's stead - most of the room were aware of this. And yet not a single person seemed to wish to show support for her efforts. Instead, focusing on the honour or pride of those males whom the law would cut out. One of whom had always expressed that he never wanted the throne and another just accused of treason.
She felt a little of her faith die. Amazing how these men could be purported to be calm, objective and able to see all sides of the argument... they could claim their faith in a king who had never led them astray before... and yet now - when push came to shove and they were asked to step a little outside of their comfort zone of tradition and support the horrendous and scandalous notion of a woman on their throne - a woman who had been handling matters for months anyway - when there was nothing in their laws to previously prohibit it? Well... shocker. Everyone had something to say.
Men.
Frustration started to gnaw when the Lord Panos stood and started to counter Alehandros regarding the name change. Suggesting that the law would only support Xanthos rule until Persephone married. Instead of this becoming a means of support for the law change, however, the man managed to turn it into yet another reason against it. How was a law supposedly wrong on both accounts?
When Panos talked of female mortality and lack of military experience, Persephone admitted to herself that these were interesting and good points, but she also highly supported her father when he - through Votis - spoke up against them
"Such an eventuality - death to a Queen in childbirth - is the same threat it has always been." Minas commented. "In which case her husband would rule and any living children would take the throne, as they do now. This should cause no disturbance or issue. As for the military expertise..." Minas paused to gain his breath as Votis spoke out his words. "This is again of no dissimilar issue as now. We have had Queens before, do not forget. And we have had Kings with no military experience. This is not something without precedent. Our proposal to change the law simply offers the opportunity for it to become less rare. But if this is a concern for you Lord Panos, we could always discuss the addition of any female heir being required to marry before her coronation?"
Persephone glanced at her father, frustrated at this suggestion but understanding its benefit. If these men couldn't get over their assumptions that a Queen could not rule alone - despite it not being illegal anyway - she knew that offering them this stipulation put many of their arguments to bed. As Kings and Queens ruled with equal power in Athenia, regardless of bloodline, a married female heir would be no different to a married male heir taking the throne. All it would do would ensure a more direct line of succession, down the divine bloodline.
There was little the King could say in reference to Nikolaos' comments. The man mentioned history and pointed out his own House's importance within it and then proceeded to vote against the law change after flattering their vassal to soften the blow.
It was not a blow of sorts, however, for Persephone knew the Nikolaos to be an independent House. The other Xanthos provinces were loyal to a fault and would each vote in favour of the law change, anyway.
What frustrated her the most was the lords use of emotive language. "Brothers against brothers"? This was the Senate. Where debate and discussion - sometimes angry and sometimes heated - was had. Where else were men supposed to trade words on this subject? The language was pure emotional blackmail and even Persephone saw it was weak. She thought nothing on the subject and the King simply thanks Nikolaos for their contribution, assuring them that they should absolutely vote in the way they most believed in, no matter their vassaldom.
By the time discussions had passed, the King had made two considerations to the law, to behove the nobles' concerns and alleviate their worries.
Firstly, he had agreed that a change in law should be made that, instead of it being a matter to be discussed during marital talks, any female heir marrying a male within a Royal Dynasteia had to take the name of her husband, allowing other Houses the chance to have their sigil fly on the royal banners. If it was a man of lower status or a foreign noble, however, then they would have to take the heir's name - in order to ensure that the throne did not fall out of Athenian hands.
Secondly, it was decided that woman had to be married to take the throne. This allowed for a male of equal power to rule beside her and effectively ensure that none of the aforementioned pitfalls were an issue in the early days of a Queen's reign, prior to marriage; she would already have her king in place. As no kingdom could be without a monarch, even in the current death of their current head, it was also decided that no woman who was neither married nor betrothed could be considered a true heir until such a time that she was. And she would be passed over at the time of succession if she was not married when her parents passed.
Such leniencies were made in a way that most in the room would recognise has having no effect on current lines - Persephone was already engaged - except to cancel out Princess Emilia from the line of succession until a time where she married or became betrothed. But it was an allowance by the king on the part of his own proposed law, specifically due to the concerns of the nobles.
That has the grant us some credit... Persephone had to hope.
With the first noble Varonos having spoken, the floodgates then opened to the noble levels of society. Lord Votis kept the hall calm so that everyone could speak when they should and Persephone was pleased to note that her and Aimias's research on everyone had not been inaccurate...
With the championing of Keikelius and the allegations against Elias, all of the Stravos provinces were on the side of the law change. This held zero surprises and was better than expected. Whilst they had hoped that some of the Stravos would be swayed to vote in their favour through a desire to be seen as separate from the accused traitor, it was Keikelius' words that had the rest of them following suit. Whether to cover their behinds or offer loyalty to either Xanthos or Stravos, it didn't matter. All of the provinces voted in their favour. Which was a third of the kingdom already.
The rest of the Xanthos provinces - Laconis' baron and Persephone's steward - voted as expected. And within Marikas, most sided loyally with the opinion of their Head of Dynasteia. Only a few - provinces known to be independent or who had impressive sons that could marry potential female heirs, or daughters who were highly respected in a way that swayed the minds of their fathers - voted for the change.
And when it came to the Antonis House, Aimias' intelligence was not wrong. The lands were divided. Antonis were well known for being a fair and devout beneficiary of their vassals which meant that many did not vote in fear or under concerns for Antonis' retribution. Some voted for the change. Some suggested additional edits that were denied. Some voted distinctly in favour of their patron House's wishes.
Persephone felt her breath quicken as she did the maths in her head. They already had Lord Votis and Lord Aimias's votes as Masters, as well as Keikelius' and all of the Stravos provinces. Two of the three Xanthos lands had voted in their favour and nearly half of Antonis...
That was it.
They had the majority, didn't they?!
Persephone thought she might break something - possibly a rib - if she wasn't able to speak to do something soon. But she also knew that if she was to show herself as emotional or excessive, it would only encourage those who were on the fence to vote against any vote that placed her in a position of higher power. So, she stayed quiet. She stayed firm. She remained in her mother's seat and did nothing as Lord Votis - despite everyone having followed the first noblemen's leads and voting with their comments - asked for the official show of hands.
There was a moment of deathly quiet around the hall as hands - scarily close in number - were lifted both in favour and against and Lord Votis was the man who stood at the front and counted. Then each of the scribes did the same. They conferred and wrote down the names of the men to whom each hand belonged... It was all a formal proceeding that was required and one that Persephone knew to be important but she could help wanting to run down there, shake them and tell them to hurry.
By the time Votis came back to the centre of the speaker's dais, Persephone's stomach was in notes and she thought her spine might snap. Then her world changed with four, simple words...
"The motion is passed." Confirmed Lord Votis.
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Persephone remained calm. Despite her personal feelings on the matter at hand and the fact that some of what the nobles were saying was valid and some decidedly not, she allowed her father to handle the situation through Lord Votis. His voice had completely failed him now and Lord Votis was forced to climb the steps to His Majesty's chair and then speak out his words.
When Keikelius spoke, it was a simple enough response. That the king appreciated his words of support on the subject but for his concerns to not be such; for women could be sent as baronesses to provinces too; such as Persephone herself or Sanasa of Antonis. He acquiesced to the Lord Stravos' words that such a practice was indeed less common than to send boys into such roles but that there was time enough for such practices to change and for the daughters of nobles to start taking up such roles - provided they were under the instruction, guidance and tutorship of a steward or male relative until able to handle the responsibilities themselves with their husbands.
When Lord Alehandros spoke, Persephone was the most surprised. The man had made it clear he had no ambition for the throne - had never had any such goals - and had spoken with her father at length on the legislation vote. They had been strongly believing the man to vote in their favour. Specifically, because of the strength of the female members of the House of Antonis. Her father had mentioned Lysta already but there was also Vasia - a confident young woman of military mind - and Lord Alehandros' daughters themselves. Including Sanasa, baroness to her own province.
If the law did change and something untoward happened to the current line, it was not such a large step for the inheritance to pass to Alehandros again. And with the new rules of inheritance, his daughters would then become Queen. He seemed to not care for such things and seemed instead focused on insult, despite the king having spoken to him on this subject at great length and made it clear insult had nothing to do with it. This was not a debate on whether Persephone or Alehandros should rule. It was a debate on whether the law should change for future generations and future families.
When Alehandros had finished speaking, the king gave no reaction to his apparent turn around on the subject and, instead, addressed his concerns in turn. First, stated that, once again, that this was not an insult to the Antonis family and he put forward the rhetorical question of whether Alehandros would have issue with the law change suggested if he were king and it were his daughters who had the chance to inherit the legacy he had forged. Minas then turned the subject back to that of hand by confirming that this was not a personal debate or issue between the current Houses -
"-this is a debate on whether or not future heirs who have learnt at the hand of their parents - who are arguably more equipped and well trained to handle the role of monarch - are given preference in the line of inheritance regardless of gender. We are currently in a position - as I said before - where we have a perfect male heir to our throne... This is not a suggestion against any of the heirs presented in our current time. But there have been times where this is not the case and there will be such times again. And during those dark times, I can assure you that such a policy change as this would be unlikely to be put to you for democratic discussion."
Translation: if a current law supports the ascension of a bad king, you cannot wait for that bad king to be ruling in order to realise this fault and change it. Only in times of peace can you make valid choices on how to stop a war. Whilst it would, obviously, affect the lives of many people within the room, it was not for the benefit of Persephone or Alehandros or even for Antonis or Xanthos that such a ruling was being suggested... That was what the king was saying.
When Alehandros spoke of the refusal for the line of succession to variate from the current Xanthos, Persephone worked hard to keep her expression calm. This was simply arrogance speaking. As far as she was concerned, the best person for the job should be placed on the throne. Alehandros could be that person. But Elias could not. And the current law supported each of them in equal measure - one after the other. It didn't matter what their name was or what House they belonged to. Persephone couldn't have cared less about becoming Queen if Alehandros had sons. All she intended to do was keep the rule of the kingdom out of the hands of people like the Stravos or other such power-hungry politicians. And the daughters of kings would have the training and benevolence to do that - in the same way their sons do. Because an heir who has always expected to take the throne, as child of a monarch, did not have to scheme to get it.
On the topic of names, Minas spoke up, thanking Alehandros for his contribution to the discussion and making a lenience and acceptance.
"Perhaps we should consider that all future female heirs, provided their betrotheds are of Athenian descent, will take their husband's name regardless of marital discussions?" The king suggested. "Such a process coincides with our current laws and would stop a singular family from - as you say - claiming the honour of being our monarch..."
Persephone disliked the suggestion - not because it was a bad one, it actually made a lot of sense. But because it pandered to the pride and arrogance of the men in the room who just wanted their Name on the throne - regardless of who it was attached to and whether they were right or appropriate.
When the conversation moved to Lord Panos, Persephone felt a flicker of panic in her gut. This was supposed to be the discussion portion of the Senate. The bit in which people talked back and forth, worked out the issues and the kinks in a plan, before finalising it into something to be voted on. And yet the Lords weren't waiting. They were voting straight away after expressing their opinions.
She knew it was childish but Persephone felt hurt. She had been running the country now for several months in her father's stead - most of the room were aware of this. And yet not a single person seemed to wish to show support for her efforts. Instead, focusing on the honour or pride of those males whom the law would cut out. One of whom had always expressed that he never wanted the throne and another just accused of treason.
She felt a little of her faith die. Amazing how these men could be purported to be calm, objective and able to see all sides of the argument... they could claim their faith in a king who had never led them astray before... and yet now - when push came to shove and they were asked to step a little outside of their comfort zone of tradition and support the horrendous and scandalous notion of a woman on their throne - a woman who had been handling matters for months anyway - when there was nothing in their laws to previously prohibit it? Well... shocker. Everyone had something to say.
Men.
Frustration started to gnaw when the Lord Panos stood and started to counter Alehandros regarding the name change. Suggesting that the law would only support Xanthos rule until Persephone married. Instead of this becoming a means of support for the law change, however, the man managed to turn it into yet another reason against it. How was a law supposedly wrong on both accounts?
When Panos talked of female mortality and lack of military experience, Persephone admitted to herself that these were interesting and good points, but she also highly supported her father when he - through Votis - spoke up against them
"Such an eventuality - death to a Queen in childbirth - is the same threat it has always been." Minas commented. "In which case her husband would rule and any living children would take the throne, as they do now. This should cause no disturbance or issue. As for the military expertise..." Minas paused to gain his breath as Votis spoke out his words. "This is again of no dissimilar issue as now. We have had Queens before, do not forget. And we have had Kings with no military experience. This is not something without precedent. Our proposal to change the law simply offers the opportunity for it to become less rare. But if this is a concern for you Lord Panos, we could always discuss the addition of any female heir being required to marry before her coronation?"
Persephone glanced at her father, frustrated at this suggestion but understanding its benefit. If these men couldn't get over their assumptions that a Queen could not rule alone - despite it not being illegal anyway - she knew that offering them this stipulation put many of their arguments to bed. As Kings and Queens ruled with equal power in Athenia, regardless of bloodline, a married female heir would be no different to a married male heir taking the throne. All it would do would ensure a more direct line of succession, down the divine bloodline.
There was little the King could say in reference to Nikolaos' comments. The man mentioned history and pointed out his own House's importance within it and then proceeded to vote against the law change after flattering their vassal to soften the blow.
It was not a blow of sorts, however, for Persephone knew the Nikolaos to be an independent House. The other Xanthos provinces were loyal to a fault and would each vote in favour of the law change, anyway.
What frustrated her the most was the lords use of emotive language. "Brothers against brothers"? This was the Senate. Where debate and discussion - sometimes angry and sometimes heated - was had. Where else were men supposed to trade words on this subject? The language was pure emotional blackmail and even Persephone saw it was weak. She thought nothing on the subject and the King simply thanks Nikolaos for their contribution, assuring them that they should absolutely vote in the way they most believed in, no matter their vassaldom.
By the time discussions had passed, the King had made two considerations to the law, to behove the nobles' concerns and alleviate their worries.
Firstly, he had agreed that a change in law should be made that, instead of it being a matter to be discussed during marital talks, any female heir marrying a male within a Royal Dynasteia had to take the name of her husband, allowing other Houses the chance to have their sigil fly on the royal banners. If it was a man of lower status or a foreign noble, however, then they would have to take the heir's name - in order to ensure that the throne did not fall out of Athenian hands.
Secondly, it was decided that woman had to be married to take the throne. This allowed for a male of equal power to rule beside her and effectively ensure that none of the aforementioned pitfalls were an issue in the early days of a Queen's reign, prior to marriage; she would already have her king in place. As no kingdom could be without a monarch, even in the current death of their current head, it was also decided that no woman who was neither married nor betrothed could be considered a true heir until such a time that she was. And she would be passed over at the time of succession if she was not married when her parents passed.
Such leniencies were made in a way that most in the room would recognise has having no effect on current lines - Persephone was already engaged - except to cancel out Princess Emilia from the line of succession until a time where she married or became betrothed. But it was an allowance by the king on the part of his own proposed law, specifically due to the concerns of the nobles.
That has the grant us some credit... Persephone had to hope.
With the first noble Varonos having spoken, the floodgates then opened to the noble levels of society. Lord Votis kept the hall calm so that everyone could speak when they should and Persephone was pleased to note that her and Aimias's research on everyone had not been inaccurate...
With the championing of Keikelius and the allegations against Elias, all of the Stravos provinces were on the side of the law change. This held zero surprises and was better than expected. Whilst they had hoped that some of the Stravos would be swayed to vote in their favour through a desire to be seen as separate from the accused traitor, it was Keikelius' words that had the rest of them following suit. Whether to cover their behinds or offer loyalty to either Xanthos or Stravos, it didn't matter. All of the provinces voted in their favour. Which was a third of the kingdom already.
The rest of the Xanthos provinces - Laconis' baron and Persephone's steward - voted as expected. And within Marikas, most sided loyally with the opinion of their Head of Dynasteia. Only a few - provinces known to be independent or who had impressive sons that could marry potential female heirs, or daughters who were highly respected in a way that swayed the minds of their fathers - voted for the change.
And when it came to the Antonis House, Aimias' intelligence was not wrong. The lands were divided. Antonis were well known for being a fair and devout beneficiary of their vassals which meant that many did not vote in fear or under concerns for Antonis' retribution. Some voted for the change. Some suggested additional edits that were denied. Some voted distinctly in favour of their patron House's wishes.
Persephone felt her breath quicken as she did the maths in her head. They already had Lord Votis and Lord Aimias's votes as Masters, as well as Keikelius' and all of the Stravos provinces. Two of the three Xanthos lands had voted in their favour and nearly half of Antonis...
That was it.
They had the majority, didn't they?!
Persephone thought she might break something - possibly a rib - if she wasn't able to speak to do something soon. But she also knew that if she was to show herself as emotional or excessive, it would only encourage those who were on the fence to vote against any vote that placed her in a position of higher power. So, she stayed quiet. She stayed firm. She remained in her mother's seat and did nothing as Lord Votis - despite everyone having followed the first noblemen's leads and voting with their comments - asked for the official show of hands.
There was a moment of deathly quiet around the hall as hands - scarily close in number - were lifted both in favour and against and Lord Votis was the man who stood at the front and counted. Then each of the scribes did the same. They conferred and wrote down the names of the men to whom each hand belonged... It was all a formal proceeding that was required and one that Persephone knew to be important but she could help wanting to run down there, shake them and tell them to hurry.
By the time Votis came back to the centre of the speaker's dais, Persephone's stomach was in notes and she thought her spine might snap. Then her world changed with four, simple words...
"The motion is passed." Confirmed Lord Votis.
Persephone remained calm. Despite her personal feelings on the matter at hand and the fact that some of what the nobles were saying was valid and some decidedly not, she allowed her father to handle the situation through Lord Votis. His voice had completely failed him now and Lord Votis was forced to climb the steps to His Majesty's chair and then speak out his words.
When Keikelius spoke, it was a simple enough response. That the king appreciated his words of support on the subject but for his concerns to not be such; for women could be sent as baronesses to provinces too; such as Persephone herself or Sanasa of Antonis. He acquiesced to the Lord Stravos' words that such a practice was indeed less common than to send boys into such roles but that there was time enough for such practices to change and for the daughters of nobles to start taking up such roles - provided they were under the instruction, guidance and tutorship of a steward or male relative until able to handle the responsibilities themselves with their husbands.
When Lord Alehandros spoke, Persephone was the most surprised. The man had made it clear he had no ambition for the throne - had never had any such goals - and had spoken with her father at length on the legislation vote. They had been strongly believing the man to vote in their favour. Specifically, because of the strength of the female members of the House of Antonis. Her father had mentioned Lysta already but there was also Vasia - a confident young woman of military mind - and Lord Alehandros' daughters themselves. Including Sanasa, baroness to her own province.
If the law did change and something untoward happened to the current line, it was not such a large step for the inheritance to pass to Alehandros again. And with the new rules of inheritance, his daughters would then become Queen. He seemed to not care for such things and seemed instead focused on insult, despite the king having spoken to him on this subject at great length and made it clear insult had nothing to do with it. This was not a debate on whether Persephone or Alehandros should rule. It was a debate on whether the law should change for future generations and future families.
When Alehandros had finished speaking, the king gave no reaction to his apparent turn around on the subject and, instead, addressed his concerns in turn. First, stated that, once again, that this was not an insult to the Antonis family and he put forward the rhetorical question of whether Alehandros would have issue with the law change suggested if he were king and it were his daughters who had the chance to inherit the legacy he had forged. Minas then turned the subject back to that of hand by confirming that this was not a personal debate or issue between the current Houses -
"-this is a debate on whether or not future heirs who have learnt at the hand of their parents - who are arguably more equipped and well trained to handle the role of monarch - are given preference in the line of inheritance regardless of gender. We are currently in a position - as I said before - where we have a perfect male heir to our throne... This is not a suggestion against any of the heirs presented in our current time. But there have been times where this is not the case and there will be such times again. And during those dark times, I can assure you that such a policy change as this would be unlikely to be put to you for democratic discussion."
Translation: if a current law supports the ascension of a bad king, you cannot wait for that bad king to be ruling in order to realise this fault and change it. Only in times of peace can you make valid choices on how to stop a war. Whilst it would, obviously, affect the lives of many people within the room, it was not for the benefit of Persephone or Alehandros or even for Antonis or Xanthos that such a ruling was being suggested... That was what the king was saying.
When Alehandros spoke of the refusal for the line of succession to variate from the current Xanthos, Persephone worked hard to keep her expression calm. This was simply arrogance speaking. As far as she was concerned, the best person for the job should be placed on the throne. Alehandros could be that person. But Elias could not. And the current law supported each of them in equal measure - one after the other. It didn't matter what their name was or what House they belonged to. Persephone couldn't have cared less about becoming Queen if Alehandros had sons. All she intended to do was keep the rule of the kingdom out of the hands of people like the Stravos or other such power-hungry politicians. And the daughters of kings would have the training and benevolence to do that - in the same way their sons do. Because an heir who has always expected to take the throne, as child of a monarch, did not have to scheme to get it.
On the topic of names, Minas spoke up, thanking Alehandros for his contribution to the discussion and making a lenience and acceptance.
"Perhaps we should consider that all future female heirs, provided their betrotheds are of Athenian descent, will take their husband's name regardless of marital discussions?" The king suggested. "Such a process coincides with our current laws and would stop a singular family from - as you say - claiming the honour of being our monarch..."
Persephone disliked the suggestion - not because it was a bad one, it actually made a lot of sense. But because it pandered to the pride and arrogance of the men in the room who just wanted their Name on the throne - regardless of who it was attached to and whether they were right or appropriate.
When the conversation moved to Lord Panos, Persephone felt a flicker of panic in her gut. This was supposed to be the discussion portion of the Senate. The bit in which people talked back and forth, worked out the issues and the kinks in a plan, before finalising it into something to be voted on. And yet the Lords weren't waiting. They were voting straight away after expressing their opinions.
She knew it was childish but Persephone felt hurt. She had been running the country now for several months in her father's stead - most of the room were aware of this. And yet not a single person seemed to wish to show support for her efforts. Instead, focusing on the honour or pride of those males whom the law would cut out. One of whom had always expressed that he never wanted the throne and another just accused of treason.
She felt a little of her faith die. Amazing how these men could be purported to be calm, objective and able to see all sides of the argument... they could claim their faith in a king who had never led them astray before... and yet now - when push came to shove and they were asked to step a little outside of their comfort zone of tradition and support the horrendous and scandalous notion of a woman on their throne - a woman who had been handling matters for months anyway - when there was nothing in their laws to previously prohibit it? Well... shocker. Everyone had something to say.
Men.
Frustration started to gnaw when the Lord Panos stood and started to counter Alehandros regarding the name change. Suggesting that the law would only support Xanthos rule until Persephone married. Instead of this becoming a means of support for the law change, however, the man managed to turn it into yet another reason against it. How was a law supposedly wrong on both accounts?
When Panos talked of female mortality and lack of military experience, Persephone admitted to herself that these were interesting and good points, but she also highly supported her father when he - through Votis - spoke up against them
"Such an eventuality - death to a Queen in childbirth - is the same threat it has always been." Minas commented. "In which case her husband would rule and any living children would take the throne, as they do now. This should cause no disturbance or issue. As for the military expertise..." Minas paused to gain his breath as Votis spoke out his words. "This is again of no dissimilar issue as now. We have had Queens before, do not forget. And we have had Kings with no military experience. This is not something without precedent. Our proposal to change the law simply offers the opportunity for it to become less rare. But if this is a concern for you Lord Panos, we could always discuss the addition of any female heir being required to marry before her coronation?"
Persephone glanced at her father, frustrated at this suggestion but understanding its benefit. If these men couldn't get over their assumptions that a Queen could not rule alone - despite it not being illegal anyway - she knew that offering them this stipulation put many of their arguments to bed. As Kings and Queens ruled with equal power in Athenia, regardless of bloodline, a married female heir would be no different to a married male heir taking the throne. All it would do would ensure a more direct line of succession, down the divine bloodline.
There was little the King could say in reference to Nikolaos' comments. The man mentioned history and pointed out his own House's importance within it and then proceeded to vote against the law change after flattering their vassal to soften the blow.
It was not a blow of sorts, however, for Persephone knew the Nikolaos to be an independent House. The other Xanthos provinces were loyal to a fault and would each vote in favour of the law change, anyway.
What frustrated her the most was the lords use of emotive language. "Brothers against brothers"? This was the Senate. Where debate and discussion - sometimes angry and sometimes heated - was had. Where else were men supposed to trade words on this subject? The language was pure emotional blackmail and even Persephone saw it was weak. She thought nothing on the subject and the King simply thanks Nikolaos for their contribution, assuring them that they should absolutely vote in the way they most believed in, no matter their vassaldom.
By the time discussions had passed, the King had made two considerations to the law, to behove the nobles' concerns and alleviate their worries.
Firstly, he had agreed that a change in law should be made that, instead of it being a matter to be discussed during marital talks, any female heir marrying a male within a Royal Dynasteia had to take the name of her husband, allowing other Houses the chance to have their sigil fly on the royal banners. If it was a man of lower status or a foreign noble, however, then they would have to take the heir's name - in order to ensure that the throne did not fall out of Athenian hands.
Secondly, it was decided that woman had to be married to take the throne. This allowed for a male of equal power to rule beside her and effectively ensure that none of the aforementioned pitfalls were an issue in the early days of a Queen's reign, prior to marriage; she would already have her king in place. As no kingdom could be without a monarch, even in the current death of their current head, it was also decided that no woman who was neither married nor betrothed could be considered a true heir until such a time that she was. And she would be passed over at the time of succession if she was not married when her parents passed.
Such leniencies were made in a way that most in the room would recognise has having no effect on current lines - Persephone was already engaged - except to cancel out Princess Emilia from the line of succession until a time where she married or became betrothed. But it was an allowance by the king on the part of his own proposed law, specifically due to the concerns of the nobles.
That has the grant us some credit... Persephone had to hope.
With the first noble Varonos having spoken, the floodgates then opened to the noble levels of society. Lord Votis kept the hall calm so that everyone could speak when they should and Persephone was pleased to note that her and Aimias's research on everyone had not been inaccurate...
With the championing of Keikelius and the allegations against Elias, all of the Stravos provinces were on the side of the law change. This held zero surprises and was better than expected. Whilst they had hoped that some of the Stravos would be swayed to vote in their favour through a desire to be seen as separate from the accused traitor, it was Keikelius' words that had the rest of them following suit. Whether to cover their behinds or offer loyalty to either Xanthos or Stravos, it didn't matter. All of the provinces voted in their favour. Which was a third of the kingdom already.
The rest of the Xanthos provinces - Laconis' baron and Persephone's steward - voted as expected. And within Marikas, most sided loyally with the opinion of their Head of Dynasteia. Only a few - provinces known to be independent or who had impressive sons that could marry potential female heirs, or daughters who were highly respected in a way that swayed the minds of their fathers - voted for the change.
And when it came to the Antonis House, Aimias' intelligence was not wrong. The lands were divided. Antonis were well known for being a fair and devout beneficiary of their vassals which meant that many did not vote in fear or under concerns for Antonis' retribution. Some voted for the change. Some suggested additional edits that were denied. Some voted distinctly in favour of their patron House's wishes.
Persephone felt her breath quicken as she did the maths in her head. They already had Lord Votis and Lord Aimias's votes as Masters, as well as Keikelius' and all of the Stravos provinces. Two of the three Xanthos lands had voted in their favour and nearly half of Antonis...
That was it.
They had the majority, didn't they?!
Persephone thought she might break something - possibly a rib - if she wasn't able to speak to do something soon. But she also knew that if she was to show herself as emotional or excessive, it would only encourage those who were on the fence to vote against any vote that placed her in a position of higher power. So, she stayed quiet. She stayed firm. She remained in her mother's seat and did nothing as Lord Votis - despite everyone having followed the first noblemen's leads and voting with their comments - asked for the official show of hands.
There was a moment of deathly quiet around the hall as hands - scarily close in number - were lifted both in favour and against and Lord Votis was the man who stood at the front and counted. Then each of the scribes did the same. They conferred and wrote down the names of the men to whom each hand belonged... It was all a formal proceeding that was required and one that Persephone knew to be important but she could help wanting to run down there, shake them and tell them to hurry.
By the time Votis came back to the centre of the speaker's dais, Persephone's stomach was in notes and she thought her spine might snap. Then her world changed with four, simple words...