Alaric folded his arms across his chest, and raised his left hand up to stroke his chin as he listened to her, though she may not of been a Ruler for long, it seemed her intentions were quite clear for not once did she mention the bearing of children or the raising of a family, perhaps she had become more like her Father then he had realised, when replied to her, his voice was soft, an almost serene tone,
"First let me begin with stating that there is far too much history between us to worry about being rude or disrespectful...we both control vast Kingdoms, the prosperity of which rests upon the decisions we make, therefore I would have us speak as openly and honest without fear of reprisal just as your Father and I once did". he paused a moment and shifted his weight before continuing,
"Second, if by taking his rightful place upon the throne, meaning the throne of Thirmos, I would have to say that, the Throne is already occupied and well be yet for some time to come, unless I'm to presume my demise has already been plotted not long after you both have said your vows...Now as for what I want for my Son...all that you have said would indeed be the logical direction of thought and at first was indeed my intention, and although it is my intention for him to one day rule Thirmos as well as Cylla, it will be neither him or "his" Army that conquers them".
He again paused pondering whether or not to reveal his true intentions in regards to Rowan as was his first thought to do so when he first brought her into the garden, but was now having second thoughts of doing so, after mulling over her own stated intentions as for the reason of the marriage. In the middle of thought the sound of a someone running towards the garden could be heard fast approaching, he turned toward the gate in time to see it flung open by one of the Castle guards who called out to him after taking a few deep gulps of air, " Sire...come quick, there is trouble in the Great hall".
"Oh bloody hell", he exclaimed with sudden resignation, "I'd of hope to at least made it past the first day". he move past the Guardsmen then turned to face him, "Stay with the Queen till more guards come then escort her to the Keep", then without waiting reply he sprinted for the Keep and reached the Great hall in time to spot a roguish looking man standing in his Chamberlains face, his anger raising as the closer he got to the pair and could hear the last few utterances of the mans words to the Chamberlain.Then to his shock and utter amazement he saw Rowan, draw his sword and place it at the Chamberlains throat.
"CEASE THIS MADDNESS, THIS VERY INSTANT", he shouted in a voice that boomed throughout the entire hall and seemed to shake the stone, he stopped next to Rowan and glared at him, his temper raising even higher, " SHEATH YOUR SWORD AND I MEAN DO SO NOW", he glared between the both of them until Rowan relented and lowered his sword, "BOTH OF YOU TO MY CHAMBERS...NOW". He then turned to the one who first accosted Robert and pointed him out the the Captain of the Guard now at his side, " Send a squad to the garden and escort the Queen back here to her quarters, then have this one brought to my Chambers as well".
Moments later Alaric spoke first with the Captain of the Guard and got a full account concerning the events that transpired prior to his barging in, then dismissed the Captain and sat in silence as the three men stood before him within his private chambers, still needing a moment to contain his anger, he leaned forward and beckoned to the wolf which hesitantly inched forward till he was able to place his hand on the magnificent creatures head to which he scratch for several minutes in silence before looking to the one the wolf belonged, his voice a controlled and angered tone,
"There is a little known fact about wolves, and that is each wolf seems to know and understand its place within the hierarchy of the pack and each wolf also seems to understand the consequence of turning upon one higher then its own status"
Alaric sat back in the chair, but his gaze still locked onto the eyes of the man, "The man beside you, whom you accosted, is a not only Chamberlain of my Court, but is also a Nobleman of Trimos, a man of Title and position and is well within his right to demand your head and I would be bound by my Oath as his Liege to grant it, for in your verbal assault of him, you as well assaulted myself...and I am the Alpha of this pack... What keeps your head upon your shoulders is the fact that you are a subject of Sevaiel, and since the Queen of Sevaiel is within these walls, I will leave it to her and Lord Davidson to determine the punishment for your insolence. But know you this, you actions have dishonored your Queen and shown disrespect to the hospitality I afforded you as host to a welcomed guest. Should such an incident happen again, I will not hesitate having you placed in irons and tossed into the dungeon".
without further word his eyes bypassed the Chamberlain's and went directing to the eyes of Rowan and ignoring the look of impertinence upon the young mans face, he continued, "I did not think there would be need of me reminding you that you are the Crown Prince and not the Crown King", he said with a voice still laced with anger.
Lord Davidson is a blood born Noble of Trimos, who's Fealty is sworn to ME making ME his Liege...not only is he invaluable as Chamberlain to this Castle but he is also an Officer of MY Royal Court, therefore making him subject to MY authority...on the day you become King, then you may take his head but until that day any problems arising from his conduct is for ME to deal with....five barrels of the best wine will be subtracted from your accounts and given to Lord Davidson".
Again without further word, he cast his eyes to Robert, who's apparent look of exasperation only angered him more, "And you Lord Davidson are not without blame, though I have said your services are invaluable, I find myself once again insisting that you take into consideration that there are none outside of these Castle walls that are accustomed to your brashness of tone nor your abrasive demeanour and I strongly suggest you find some way to curb your disdain or remove yourself from the post of Chamberlain for you have now forced my hand and left me with no other recourse...and I expect you to issue an apology to the Queen of Sevaiels entourage for your behavior post haste.
Alaric paused, casting his eyes now to each man before him, judging they're thoughts by the looks upon their faces, after a few moments of tense silence he spoke once more with finality in his still angered tone, "Now begone from my Chambers, the three of you". Alaric then rose from his seat and walked out onto the balcony and stared out over the western landscape of the Kingdom.
"First let me begin with stating that there is far too much history between us to worry about being rude or disrespectful...we both control vast Kingdoms, the prosperity of which rests upon the decisions we make, therefore I would have us speak as openly and honest without fear of reprisal just as your Father and I once did". he paused a moment and shifted his weight before continuing,
"Second, if by taking his rightful place upon the throne, meaning the throne of Thirmos, I would have to say that, the Throne is already occupied and well be yet for some time to come, unless I'm to presume my demise has already been plotted not long after you both have said your vows...Now as for what I want for my Son...all that you have said would indeed be the logical direction of thought and at first was indeed my intention, and although it is my intention for him to one day rule Thirmos as well as Cylla, it will be neither him or "his" Army that conquers them".
He again paused pondering whether or not to reveal his true intentions in regards to Rowan as was his first thought to do so when he first brought her into the garden, but was now having second thoughts of doing so, after mulling over her own stated intentions as for the reason of the marriage. In the middle of thought the sound of a someone running towards the garden could be heard fast approaching, he turned toward the gate in time to see it flung open by one of the Castle guards who called out to him after taking a few deep gulps of air, " Sire...come quick, there is trouble in the Great hall".
"Oh bloody hell", he exclaimed with sudden resignation, "I'd of hope to at least made it past the first day". he move past the Guardsmen then turned to face him, "Stay with the Queen till more guards come then escort her to the Keep", then without waiting reply he sprinted for the Keep and reached the Great hall in time to spot a roguish looking man standing in his Chamberlains face, his anger raising as the closer he got to the pair and could hear the last few utterances of the mans words to the Chamberlain.Then to his shock and utter amazement he saw Rowan, draw his sword and place it at the Chamberlains throat.
"CEASE THIS MADDNESS, THIS VERY INSTANT", he shouted in a voice that boomed throughout the entire hall and seemed to shake the stone, he stopped next to Rowan and glared at him, his temper raising even higher, " SHEATH YOUR SWORD AND I MEAN DO SO NOW", he glared between the both of them until Rowan relented and lowered his sword, "BOTH OF YOU TO MY CHAMBERS...NOW". He then turned to the one who first accosted Robert and pointed him out the the Captain of the Guard now at his side, " Send a squad to the garden and escort the Queen back here to her quarters, then have this one brought to my Chambers as well".
Moments later Alaric spoke first with the Captain of the Guard and got a full account concerning the events that transpired prior to his barging in, then dismissed the Captain and sat in silence as the three men stood before him within his private chambers, still needing a moment to contain his anger, he leaned forward and beckoned to the wolf which hesitantly inched forward till he was able to place his hand on the magnificent creatures head to which he scratch for several minutes in silence before looking to the one the wolf belonged, his voice a controlled and angered tone,
"There is a little known fact about wolves, and that is each wolf seems to know and understand its place within the hierarchy of the pack and each wolf also seems to understand the consequence of turning upon one higher then its own status"
Alaric sat back in the chair, but his gaze still locked onto the eyes of the man, "The man beside you, whom you accosted, is a not only Chamberlain of my Court, but is also a Nobleman of Trimos, a man of Title and position and is well within his right to demand your head and I would be bound by my Oath as his Liege to grant it, for in your verbal assault of him, you as well assaulted myself...and I am the Alpha of this pack... What keeps your head upon your shoulders is the fact that you are a subject of Sevaiel, and since the Queen of Sevaiel is within these walls, I will leave it to her and Lord Davidson to determine the punishment for your insolence. But know you this, you actions have dishonored your Queen and shown disrespect to the hospitality I afforded you as host to a welcomed guest. Should such an incident happen again, I will not hesitate having you placed in irons and tossed into the dungeon".
without further word his eyes bypassed the Chamberlain's and went directing to the eyes of Rowan and ignoring the look of impertinence upon the young mans face, he continued, "I did not think there would be need of me reminding you that you are the Crown Prince and not the Crown King", he said with a voice still laced with anger.
Lord Davidson is a blood born Noble of Trimos, who's Fealty is sworn to ME making ME his Liege...not only is he invaluable as Chamberlain to this Castle but he is also an Officer of MY Royal Court, therefore making him subject to MY authority...on the day you become King, then you may take his head but until that day any problems arising from his conduct is for ME to deal with....five barrels of the best wine will be subtracted from your accounts and given to Lord Davidson".
Again without further word, he cast his eyes to Robert, who's apparent look of exasperation only angered him more, "And you Lord Davidson are not without blame, though I have said your services are invaluable, I find myself once again insisting that you take into consideration that there are none outside of these Castle walls that are accustomed to your brashness of tone nor your abrasive demeanour and I strongly suggest you find some way to curb your disdain or remove yourself from the post of Chamberlain for you have now forced my hand and left me with no other recourse...and I expect you to issue an apology to the Queen of Sevaiels entourage for your behavior post haste.
Alaric paused, casting his eyes now to each man before him, judging they're thoughts by the looks upon their faces, after a few moments of tense silence he spoke once more with finality in his still angered tone, "Now begone from my Chambers, the three of you". Alaric then rose from his seat and walked out onto the balcony and stared out over the western landscape of the Kingdom.