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A moth landed on the window sill, observing the conversation taking place in the council chambers. It was a warm night, and the smell of rain still lingered, though the drops had discontinued falling a little while earlier. It left the chambers humid and uncomfortable, even with the shutters closed. The night itself looked as bleak and dark as usual, and the moon was only a thin crescent. It would be even darker tomorrow when the moon disappeared for a night, possibly longer if the heavy clouds continued to find their way to Sarvayl.
This was the third council meeting of the day. One was normally enough to set Avram in a less than pleasant mood, but three? Luckily this was probably the last one, as there was no way most of the members were not heading straight off to their beds as soon as this was done. Of course they would have been able to leave much sooner had they not insisted on continuing to discuss this wedding. The prince was getting married to Lyanna Eburhart, daughter of Corlan "The Mighty". He knew it was an important agreement, but the more time they spent discussing this event the more frustrated Avram grew.
"Are we done with this part yet? There are more pressing matters to be discussed," General Byron grunted from his seat. Avram could not have said it any better himself. They were in danger of losing the crown if they did not stabilize the kingdom soon. Yaryk, however, seemed adamant about discussing the wedding ceremonies in full detail. The old man had been the royal scribe for nearly twenty-two years now, so he certainly knew what he was doing. He peered up from his numerous scrolls and gave the general a scornful look. "It is important that the crown displays its power in ways that do not involve bloodshed. That is why this wedding must be a success. Lords from all over the kingdom will be present and need to see that the house of Barkwer is as glorious as ever." Avram huffed at the response, knowing fully well that his father would look less than glorious to anyone who saw him now. The king was absent for the meeting yet again. It had been that way for years now, and the prince had taken to seating himself in his father's spot during council meetings.
They discussed the wedding arrangements for what seemed like a lifetime. It was well into the night by the time they had finished the meeting, and as usual nothing was decided or finalized. Avram was still confused as to why the council had to spend so much time discussing the wedding. More than half the castle was already busy working on the arrangements. Surely his mother already had everything under control. The prince was more than relieved to be away from that room, even if he would be back in there the very next morning. His squire Belin fell in beside him as he meandered back to his bed chamber. "Have my armor ready extra early tomorrow," he ordered the lad. "I want to get in a few rounds before I am forced to sit in a chair all day."
This was the third council meeting of the day. One was normally enough to set Avram in a less than pleasant mood, but three? Luckily this was probably the last one, as there was no way most of the members were not heading straight off to their beds as soon as this was done. Of course they would have been able to leave much sooner had they not insisted on continuing to discuss this wedding. The prince was getting married to Lyanna Eburhart, daughter of Corlan "The Mighty". He knew it was an important agreement, but the more time they spent discussing this event the more frustrated Avram grew.
"Are we done with this part yet? There are more pressing matters to be discussed," General Byron grunted from his seat. Avram could not have said it any better himself. They were in danger of losing the crown if they did not stabilize the kingdom soon. Yaryk, however, seemed adamant about discussing the wedding ceremonies in full detail. The old man had been the royal scribe for nearly twenty-two years now, so he certainly knew what he was doing. He peered up from his numerous scrolls and gave the general a scornful look. "It is important that the crown displays its power in ways that do not involve bloodshed. That is why this wedding must be a success. Lords from all over the kingdom will be present and need to see that the house of Barkwer is as glorious as ever." Avram huffed at the response, knowing fully well that his father would look less than glorious to anyone who saw him now. The king was absent for the meeting yet again. It had been that way for years now, and the prince had taken to seating himself in his father's spot during council meetings.
They discussed the wedding arrangements for what seemed like a lifetime. It was well into the night by the time they had finished the meeting, and as usual nothing was decided or finalized. Avram was still confused as to why the council had to spend so much time discussing the wedding. More than half the castle was already busy working on the arrangements. Surely his mother already had everything under control. The prince was more than relieved to be away from that room, even if he would be back in there the very next morning. His squire Belin fell in beside him as he meandered back to his bed chamber. "Have my armor ready extra early tomorrow," he ordered the lad. "I want to get in a few rounds before I am forced to sit in a chair all day."