Post by Antonin Deliambre on May 16, 2015 20:51:34 GMT -5
The coronation was a scant few days away, bringing fresh plans to mind for the Duke that required implementation, and to do so meant that he needed a word with his sister Sophia. Requesting that she join him in the library of their Bordelaix townhouse, the invitation was also extended to his lady if she was of a mind to join him. Antonin preceded both ladies into the study, pouring a brandy for himself and setting out snifters for his sister, if she wished to partake. He did not discriminate in the matter of liquors, though he sent for tea for Catalina if she too joined them; the brandy was not good for the child she carried.
Sipping the smoky, fiery brew, he gazed thoughtfully out the window across the darkened city. So much to accomplish, so much to plan and prepare for in a brief time that Antonin occasionally felt that time worked openly against him. He had no desire to remain in the capital longer than necessary, yet he could not deny the opportunities that their presence in the city afforded them. Of all his siblings, he felt Sophia understood that best.
Cradling the snifter in his hand, allowing his skin to warm the brew as he considered how best to discuss the plan forming in his mind with his sister. Sophia was a clever young woman, one possessed with a sensibility and the gift of recognizing matters as they formed. The choice was hers, however; he would not force anything upon his siblings, as he'd reassured Rizio some weeks ago. Antonin had faith that she would see the purpose in his plan, and accept... but prepared himself if she did not, or if Catalina objected.
They would be along shortly, he was sure. He was patient.
@sophia, Catalina Sandoval