Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 22:00:55 GMT -5
Dinner was just about coming to a head. Many of his family members had already departed leaving a smattering of a few in particular finishing up along with Marcus. The meal was particularly well prepared tonight: A succulent quail paired with summer greens and a delicate mash. Everything was seasoned well, and the conversation during the meal was fairly enjoyable too. Claudia was still excited about the aftermath of the Congregation of Scholars, so occasionally it was brought up time and time again. But after a while the conversation died down and soon it was left to the scant few who were taking their time.
Marcus was leaning back comfortably in his chair and indulging in a goblet of wine as Brent ruminated on the fact that he suspected he might be a father once again. “You seem to be an unstoppable force, cousin.”
Brent simply chuckled and replied, “Either that or I am just lucky.”
“Or blessed by Nashala in some fashion, much like Grigore.”
The conversation was simply light banter before Brent had to excuse himself to follow his wife and tend to his children. Not moments after his departure a page came running in out of breath. The poor lad had sprinted the entire way through the castle as he brought forth a piece of parchment that was sealed in wax. “My Lord, a rider from Sütherholf beg I give you this immediately. It’s of grave importance.”
For a moment Marcus raised a brow in curiosity and confusion. Something of grave importance coming from Sütherholf? Now that was something he hadn’t heard in a long time.
Quietly he gestured acceptance to be handed the parchment and with eyes of other family members upon him he cracked the wax seal from the Baron of the stronghold and read through the letter. After a while his brow furrowed in displeasure before reaching up and firmly rubbing at his temples as though a headache had suddenly overcome him.
“Ah, this is lovely…” He groaned. Clearly that was sarcasm coming from his tone of voice before looking over at the young lad and nodding. “Give the messenger food and shelter for the night. I will speak with him in the morning. There is nothing that can be done tonight so there is no point pushing me to have an audience with him now.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
With a casual flick of his hand, he dismissed the page and glanced at the parchment again. It appeared as though his first real test as a Duke of Vasile was about to come forth sooner than he thought.
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@wilhelmromanov Alexander Romanov @elsaromanov
Marcus was leaning back comfortably in his chair and indulging in a goblet of wine as Brent ruminated on the fact that he suspected he might be a father once again. “You seem to be an unstoppable force, cousin.”
Brent simply chuckled and replied, “Either that or I am just lucky.”
“Or blessed by Nashala in some fashion, much like Grigore.”
The conversation was simply light banter before Brent had to excuse himself to follow his wife and tend to his children. Not moments after his departure a page came running in out of breath. The poor lad had sprinted the entire way through the castle as he brought forth a piece of parchment that was sealed in wax. “My Lord, a rider from Sütherholf beg I give you this immediately. It’s of grave importance.”
For a moment Marcus raised a brow in curiosity and confusion. Something of grave importance coming from Sütherholf? Now that was something he hadn’t heard in a long time.
Quietly he gestured acceptance to be handed the parchment and with eyes of other family members upon him he cracked the wax seal from the Baron of the stronghold and read through the letter. After a while his brow furrowed in displeasure before reaching up and firmly rubbing at his temples as though a headache had suddenly overcome him.
“Ah, this is lovely…” He groaned. Clearly that was sarcasm coming from his tone of voice before looking over at the young lad and nodding. “Give the messenger food and shelter for the night. I will speak with him in the morning. There is nothing that can be done tonight so there is no point pushing me to have an audience with him now.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
With a casual flick of his hand, he dismissed the page and glanced at the parchment again. It appeared as though his first real test as a Duke of Vasile was about to come forth sooner than he thought.
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@wilhelmromanov Alexander Romanov @elsaromanov