Another Day, Another Chancellor Aug 28, 2020 20:55:04 GMT -5
Post by Mihail Rainecourt-Blackwater on Aug 28, 2020 20:55:04 GMT -5
At long last, the time had come for Mihail to do something which would genuinely flex his powers as Master of Law. With the loss of almost every counsellor they had had thus far, he had been assigned the arduous task of interviewing new candidates for the coveted positions, a prospect which appealed immensely. The man had always liked judging others (he particularly excelled at it by now, having enjoyed years of practice), and this was the ideal opportunity to do precisely that, and have the fate of the nation practically rest on his shoulders as a result. It was one of his power-desiring dreams come true.
This particular afternoon, the candidate for the role being brought to his attention was one of the countless Eldouirs, who had been previously recommended during the last court meeting. Mihail knew little about her other than the fact that she would allegedly fill the gap for a military mind among the counsellors, something to which he could not object, for he had no skill in that area himself. Besides, though they had not had all that much chance to interact thus far, he had some faith in Severine's ability, so he was willing to accept her suggestion for the job as likely being acceptable. It was the interview, after all, that would answer whether or not that was the case.
He had appointed a guard to hover outside the entrance to his office with the intention that the man would suitably filter those who came to visit, but with an added instruction that he was expecting specific guests that day, and to let them in immediately on arrival. The Duke, meanwhile, was occupied skimming over a set of papers of debatable importance, and half wondering whether he could get away with doing almost anything else, when - finally - the door was pushed open, and he was informed of the appearance of both @severine and Myla Eldouir. Finally.
Mihail pulled himself up from his seat at his desk, brushing down the front of his black jacket as he stepped through the door to greet both women outside. "Marchionesses," he greeted the pair with a small tilt of his head, shifting his gaze towards Severine for a moment first. "Thank you for accompanying our guest here today. And, my lady..." The man turned back to Myla, an easy smile resting on his features. "I look forwards to us speaking. I am sure you shall make an excellent candidate for the position."