A man sits at a desk surrounded by piles of books, letters, and other paperwork. Rather than doing anything with it, he currently has his hands pressed to his head as he stares blankly forward. He doesn't even seem to notice when Vicious slides in a window.
"Still ain't got that whole government mess worked out, Knight-Regent Aegis~?" When Vicious sing-songs from over his shoulder, though, Aegis drops his hands to look at him without much surprise.
"I have not. We'd come close to general agreement among the council of nobles that we needed to appoint an experienced leader regardless of their pedigree. But today someone introduced a claim that Duke Fabre has a distant blood tie to the throne that derailed the whole discussion." Aegis flips through an open book next to him. "Supposedly there's something explicitly in the succession rules around distance of relation that would make the whole thing a moot point, which would certainly be the easiest way to deal with it, but none of this has been referenced in decades..."
Vicious leans against the back of Aegis's chair. "For all the women King Gadel was apparently keepin', you'd think he'd've turned out an heir or two." He grins. "Think he was shootin' blanks? That'd explain some o' the insecurity complex. Though you're way prettier than him too, 'course."
"I would prefer not to speculate on that topic," Aegis says in a tone of deep exhaustion.
Vicious shrugs, and then offers casually: "Well, you could always eliminate the complainers by killin' 'em. Pretty sure that's the traditional way to consolidate power when stuff's all up in the air, and it's gotta be way faster than workin' through all those books."
Aegis does not seem put off by this, just responding dryly: "As tempting as that is after ten hours of arguments with entitled nobility, I will pass. I intend to prove I can resolve the situation my own way."
"Figured as much," Vicious says, approvingly. Then, teasing: "Should I leave ya to it, then?"
Aegis rises from his chair. "Absolutely not." He grabs Vicious by the collar and pushes him firmly back against the door. "Actually, I was just thinking I wanted to take a brief break."
"'Brief', huh?" Vicious slides his thigh between Aegis's and presses it upwards, grinning.
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Knight-Regent
"Still ain't got that whole government mess worked out, Knight-Regent Aegis~?" When Vicious sing-songs from over his shoulder, though, Aegis drops his hands to look at him without much surprise.
"I have not. We'd come close to general agreement among the council of nobles that we needed to appoint an experienced leader regardless of their pedigree. But today someone introduced a claim that Duke Fabre has a distant blood tie to the throne that derailed the whole discussion." Aegis flips through an open book next to him. "Supposedly there's something explicitly in the succession rules around distance of relation that would make the whole thing a moot point, which would certainly be the easiest way to deal with it, but none of this has been referenced in decades..."
Vicious leans against the back of Aegis's chair. "For all the women King Gadel was apparently keepin', you'd think he'd've turned out an heir or two." He grins. "Think he was shootin' blanks? That'd explain some o' the insecurity complex. Though you're way prettier than him too, 'course."
"I would prefer not to speculate on that topic," Aegis says in a tone of deep exhaustion.
Vicious shrugs, and then offers casually: "Well, you could always eliminate the complainers by killin' 'em. Pretty sure that's the traditional way to consolidate power when stuff's all up in the air, and it's gotta be way faster than workin' through all those books."
Aegis does not seem put off by this, just responding dryly: "As tempting as that is after ten hours of arguments with entitled nobility, I will pass. I intend to prove I can resolve the situation my own way."
"Figured as much," Vicious says, approvingly. Then, teasing: "Should I leave ya to it, then?"
Aegis rises from his chair. "Absolutely not." He grabs Vicious by the collar and pushes him firmly back against the door. "Actually, I was just thinking I wanted to take a brief break."
"'Brief', huh?" Vicious slides his thigh between Aegis's and presses it upwards, grinning.
"Relatively brief."