where the red fern grows
08-08-2013, 01:00 PM
The Esquire, now Grand Duke should he accept the position, explained that he had only been patrolling and that there had been no interruption. Good. The King allowed things to process, interested in Pontifex's reaction to the decision that had been made. Of course he expected there to be shock, as Pontifex really was several ranks below Grand Duke, but he also expected gratitude - of which Pontifex had always demonstrated. Both of these came as the Grand Duke thanked the King for his new position and bowed to him. Maverick dipped his head in unison with Pontifex's bow. You earned it, Pontifex. I couldn't imagine anyone better for the job. Every word was true. There were few that Seracia held in higher esteem than Pontifex, very few. He had labored long and hard, and had earned the title that was now being bestowed upon him. Lime eyes shifted over the darkened frame of the man. My father will be proud to hear of your promotion, it was a rather idle statement to make, one that had been rolling around in his head. But he felt it was justified to mention it, and so he had. Truthfully, he knew not when his father would hear of the change. He didn't know how long Gerhardt might tarry outside of the Kingdom, or if he'd ever return at all. The once-King had left in a sorrowed state, and even his son couldn't venture a guess as to whether or not he'd ever be the same again. Speech, |