Post by Aliana on Aug 15, 2019 12:01:43 GMT -5
4 Justinian, 9:44 Dragon - Midday
The teyrn sat calmly at his desk, reviewing sheet after sheet of vellum. Rather that which was written in ink upon each. Missives, reports, and other such matters that required his attention. One such letter caught his eye more than most. Fergus held the missive in his left hand, raising his right to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He shut his eyes and let out a hoarse sigh.
"Another one..." he thought to himself. They weren't a financial inconvenience, exactly. Highever was not a beggarly teyrnir. It was the risk of embarrassment to his late brother's legacy that vexed Fergus Cousland most of all. He crumpled the vellum into a ball and threw it at the closed door of his study, just as someone began to open it.
"Your Lordship?" asked the older man. Clearly, one of the servants of the castle. "Is... everything all right?"
"Ah," Fergus said, rising from his desk to collect the balled-up sheet of now-crinkled vellum - which he quickly pocketed, "Yes." He changed the subject at hand to the servant's arrival, "Am I needed?"
"No, Your Lordship," the servant blinked, "You... wanted me to fetch Ser Gilmore for you..."
Fergus blinked in return, but then remembered his prior request shortly after, "Ah, yes. I take it your presence here means he has already left to do as I have asked?"
"Yes, Your Lordship. Apologies, he was quick to depart for his duties. Do you wish to send a messenger ahead to have him recalled?"
The teyrn thought for a moment on that, before eventually deciding. "No," he sighed, "It is... for the best. See to it that I am notified as soon as Ser Gilmore returns, however."
"Yes, Your Lordship."
"Thank you," Fergus dismissed the servant, "That will be all."
"Another one..." he thought to himself. They weren't a financial inconvenience, exactly. Highever was not a beggarly teyrnir. It was the risk of embarrassment to his late brother's legacy that vexed Fergus Cousland most of all. He crumpled the vellum into a ball and threw it at the closed door of his study, just as someone began to open it.
"Your Lordship?" asked the older man. Clearly, one of the servants of the castle. "Is... everything all right?"
"Ah," Fergus said, rising from his desk to collect the balled-up sheet of now-crinkled vellum - which he quickly pocketed, "Yes." He changed the subject at hand to the servant's arrival, "Am I needed?"
"No, Your Lordship," the servant blinked, "You... wanted me to fetch Ser Gilmore for you..."
Fergus blinked in return, but then remembered his prior request shortly after, "Ah, yes. I take it your presence here means he has already left to do as I have asked?"
"Yes, Your Lordship. Apologies, he was quick to depart for his duties. Do you wish to send a messenger ahead to have him recalled?"
The teyrn thought for a moment on that, before eventually deciding. "No," he sighed, "It is... for the best. See to it that I am notified as soon as Ser Gilmore returns, however."
"Yes, Your Lordship."
"Thank you," Fergus dismissed the servant, "That will be all."