Post by Jean-Luc Deveraux on Dec 24, 2014 14:06:14 GMT -5
The woman was determined to stand her ground, that much was obvious. It was in her firm belief that Stephane was up to no good. That was a quality that Jean-Luc could admire greatly and it was something that he instilled in his own family when he could. That was the only reason he did not dismiss her from the room right then and there. That she was facing him down in face of his shock and anger was commendable. And, if he were honest with himself, attractive. “I will not dispute that,” Jean-Luc had no interest in being a stubborn fool.
“Nicolette will have to strike while the iron is hot. She will have to execute a number of orders and edicts with the confidence of one who has been in charge all along. It will show the Council that she is serious in her role and if it is done quickly enough, they will not deign to question them. After all, orders come much more slowly right now and the Council, you could say, is very frustrated. They want something done. They are desperate for anything at this point.”
When Aneira issued her answer, Jean-Luc was studying her closely to see if she was prevaricating in any way. It quickly became evident that she was not and there was a great deal of wisdom in her words. It made him wonder just what she had been through to gain such wisdom at a relatively young age. “And yourself? What do you wish for yourself?” Jean-Luc eased back a little to give her some space, but not too much.
At the question of Stephane, he grumbled quietly. “I took it upon myself to teach him everything I know about military matters and styles of leadership. I thought I had instilled him a sense of duty and self-sacrifice. Perhaps Benoit’s influence was stronger than my own in the end.” This did not please Jean-Luc. The implications were quite severe.
Aneira Trevelyan
“Nicolette will have to strike while the iron is hot. She will have to execute a number of orders and edicts with the confidence of one who has been in charge all along. It will show the Council that she is serious in her role and if it is done quickly enough, they will not deign to question them. After all, orders come much more slowly right now and the Council, you could say, is very frustrated. They want something done. They are desperate for anything at this point.”
When Aneira issued her answer, Jean-Luc was studying her closely to see if she was prevaricating in any way. It quickly became evident that she was not and there was a great deal of wisdom in her words. It made him wonder just what she had been through to gain such wisdom at a relatively young age. “And yourself? What do you wish for yourself?” Jean-Luc eased back a little to give her some space, but not too much.
At the question of Stephane, he grumbled quietly. “I took it upon myself to teach him everything I know about military matters and styles of leadership. I thought I had instilled him a sense of duty and self-sacrifice. Perhaps Benoit’s influence was stronger than my own in the end.” This did not please Jean-Luc. The implications were quite severe.
Aneira Trevelyan