Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 21:31:20 GMT -5
Finding the time to speak privately with his brother and father was no easy feat when both were so damned determined to prove themselves the embodiment of diligence, duty and... Anton was better off not finishing that thought, he decided, hoping to capture both in his father's office for a long overdue, deadly serious chat about some information he'd obtained prior to his ship docking on Faucheux's eastern shore. There was no one else to whom he could speak about this, he knew, not and be taken seriously.
Sighing, he pried himself out of bed at an unconscionably early hour, pulling on a tunic and trousers, along with low boots. Anton opted to forego breakfast for a change, deeming this much more important for the good of the State. His father, he knew, would burst into flames; his brother would hopefully be more calm. Regardless, he needed to keep his head clear, the better to speak concisely and to the point. With that in mind, Anton set off for his father's office, navigating the maze of corridors with the ease of a skilled pilot.
His hands shoved into his pockets, he exuded a casual air amplified by the whistle emanating from his lips until he turned into the hall where the Lord Marshal made his office. Reaching the door, Anton knocked firmly, trusting that at least his father was within. If Pierre was also there, so much the better; he could kill two birds with one proverbial stone. Lowering his hand, he waited for permission to enter, already thinking on how to explain himself and what he'd learned.
Jean-Luc Deveraux, @pierredeveraux