Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 11:06:38 GMT -5
A letter was sent on behalf of Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess of Archades, Nicolette Deveraux. It was delivered, by hand, to the leaders of each region on the Twelfth of September. It was addressed personally, given with individual times and dates for the following meeting slot. Each man, for they were all men, was given the option of bringing company in the form of their family or their vassal leaders or could even send an advisor in their stead, but all were expected to have representation attend at the correct date and time. After all, they had sworn loyalty to the throne – to his cousin, so Julien was not going to be patience in face of excuses or tardiness.
So, what was this all about?
Julien’s first big and important task since his cousin’s coronation had passed was to create something of a census. He would be talking business, finance, family, alliance and disputes with each of those he met with. He would want to know everything, and all of it would be recorded down. This was important, it was a clinical organisation of the attributes of the country. It satisfied his curiosity in many ways, and he had already formulated several sticky questions to ask.
Today began the last and Julien had a head so full of information at this current moment that he was glad of his decision to leave Vulcanis to the end. Already tied to the crown, though the bloodline was a generation or so old, they were the less of trouble – in appearance. The Vulcanis clans tended to themselves, in a manner that was ancient to kingdom lore. But today he would be greeting the High Liard, a man Julien had heard much about and see little of in his time advising Nicolette. The meeting would be enlightening, of course, but he was also of the opinion that it would be the easiest. What possibly holds could the man bar?
Immaculately turned out, he glanced over his notes before the knock came at the door. Julien stood one final time to greet his guest, Royal Steward and man with many titles; Merthen Cadag.
@merthencadag
So, what was this all about?
Julien’s first big and important task since his cousin’s coronation had passed was to create something of a census. He would be talking business, finance, family, alliance and disputes with each of those he met with. He would want to know everything, and all of it would be recorded down. This was important, it was a clinical organisation of the attributes of the country. It satisfied his curiosity in many ways, and he had already formulated several sticky questions to ask.
Today began the last and Julien had a head so full of information at this current moment that he was glad of his decision to leave Vulcanis to the end. Already tied to the crown, though the bloodline was a generation or so old, they were the less of trouble – in appearance. The Vulcanis clans tended to themselves, in a manner that was ancient to kingdom lore. But today he would be greeting the High Liard, a man Julien had heard much about and see little of in his time advising Nicolette. The meeting would be enlightening, of course, but he was also of the opinion that it would be the easiest. What possibly holds could the man bar?
Immaculately turned out, he glanced over his notes before the knock came at the door. Julien stood one final time to greet his guest, Royal Steward and man with many titles; Merthen Cadag.
@merthencadag