Post by Remy Blackthorne on Apr 12, 2015 21:05:35 GMT -5
Several days passed since the Blackthorne family arrived in the royal capitol, taking possession of their Bordelaix accommodations and settling themselves in anticipation of the King's Court, held a few days hence. Their traveling companions were delivered up safely to their own lodgings within the city and invited to share a meal at their convenience, but elsewise, Remy had kept largely to himself within the townhouse the family occupied.
Meetings with his brothers and sister were in order, garnering reports and information from their various operatives scattered throughout the realm, and engaging his apprentice in new tasks served to keep him occupied. Business waited on no man's leisure, Remy had cause to know better than most, and the five days spent in travel left a backlog that needed resolution before he could turn his attention to the future. Now that he had tended to the most vital of these affairs, the Lord of Oria deemed it time to speak with each of his siblings, separately and together, to decide their agenda and how the items on it would be prioritized.
Hélèna would be the first, he decided. His sister returned from Treveno a widow, her son not in her care but left in the hands of the Sforza. The eldest of the females named herself Regent for him, implying the boy would - in time - be hailed as the Count, yet Remy doubted that. If that were the case, his sister would still be in the city, and she would be the Regent for her son. He did not know where Hélèna stood, and needed to.
A servant was dispatched to invite her to join him on the veranda for discussion and the pleasure of tea. Stepping out into late summer sunshine, he breathed in the delicate scent of climbing roses and took in the view of the city with a neutral expression. Bordelaix was virgin ground for the Blackthornes...
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