Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25418438-20170123130236

A tired looking Emeric looked over the city of Shornhelm from his balcony. The King hadn't had much sleep the night before due to the stressing news from the East. Roland deposed he thought ''by a bastard of Edgar Stentor, how could Perien have been so foolish to allow any pf the Stentors to remain alive. ''Emeric noticed that his people had returned to their ordinary lives now that the Blackwater District had been rebuilt. Peasants, they don't realise what i've done for them, what i've sacrificed, if the bastard came here they would turn on me like they turned on King Edgar after his arrest.

"Father." A voice spoke causing Emeric to turn around. The King noticed his son Rodwell had returned from the wedding of the High King in Daggerfall.

"Rodwell.... I am happy to see you." Emeric said as he hugged his son. "How was the wedding?"

"Dreadfully boring." Rodwell said breaking away from his father to pour a goblet of wine. "The Solances were looking rather mischevous though perhaps no more than usual. From what I learnt through the King's servants, the happily married couple have even yet to consumate their relationship."

"Perien has problems in bed perhaps?"

"More than likely especially at his age, but no from what I was told he doesn't want to risk a snake pretender to Crendal's inheritance. It almost makes one wonder what is wrong with the Solance girl, first King Rob refuses her, then her marriage to Eduard ends before it begins and now Perien turned her away from his bed."

"I imagine for a girl of such beauty to be continually passed over must get rather tiring, or perhaps she is used to it by now. Anyway enough of the High King's marital woes, I have to discuss important matters with you as my Castallen and not my son."

"Yes my King." Rodwell replied almost with an air of sarcasm.

"Due to the circumstances in the east, I have requested that your step mother and youngest brother remain in Cyrodiil. Now that Octavia's and Hyperion's safety is secure we can plan our future here. I have given orders for General Lux to slowly and discreetly begin to partially empty our treasury. The gold will be secured through our friends in Cyrodiil and will provide excellent financial security for us should the city come under assault and we have to leave."

"You mean you won't stay and at least defend the city father?"

"If Jovron turns his force towards this city I cannot risk being captured. With the bad blood between our families I would surely go to the block just like Duke Roland did."

"But we could fight, Tiberius could defeat them."

"I'm sure he could, but this is not the battlefield to fight them on, don't worry my son you will still inherit the throne of Shornhelm. Maybe just a little bit later than you expected."

Or maybe a little bit sooner than you expect father, Rodwell thought.