Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2021 16:28:34 GMT -5
[For @evander ]
It had been a long day. Hell, it’d been a long year. While the dust had long since settled from the royal takeover of Arynn Frey, the movement that stirred the dust had only picked up fervor. The queen was cautious, arguably paranoid, for the safety of her family and their rule. Choosing Cyrus to both lead and safeguard both was no small decision, and he knew it. All of it made things very difficult for the man to have any sort of direct relation with a lot of family; many of them being loyalists as it were. It had been well over six months since he had even set foot at the Blackwood Estate, and roughly the same amount since he had direct communication with most of his family. Letters and enchantments were the only way his voice or words were heard by any.
Playing things close to the chest was a Blackwood norm, keeping family in the dark during big moves was decidedly not. Things happened so quickly though, and with the nature of the royals, plans had to be taken in secret… and remain in secret. Even from the family if they were to work. With the accusations that it was Cyrus himself who made his father and other family members disappear in order to rise in power, he had been incredibly careful about when and how to return.
Tonight wasn’t the night for that return. As Crown, Cyrus would call a council soon enough and the family could weigh their opinions on him, he could plead his case, and hopefully everyone could move on to bigger things. For now, he simply wanted to meet with one family member in particular; Evander. There was a tension in Terra Nova that was palpable even in Elyusian. A tension that the Blackwoods could take advantage of. So, into the courtyard of the monolithic complex that was their estate, Cyrus teleported not for pleasure, but business.
He was careful to make his way down hallways that only had slaves, and no family. After all, he wasn’t actually here, yet. Into the awe-inspiring library, he strode. A room that seemed nearly endless, illuminated by floating enchanted lights and filled with ancient tomes, modern ravings, history, and fantasy collected over centuries from nearly every kingdom. Cyrus told the few slaves milling about to leave, sending a solitary one to let Evander know that ‘his brother’ was waiting for him. Though he was careful to leave out which, both for curiousity to see how quickly Evander would respond, but also to see if it would be a surprise. Evander was harder to surprise than Cyrus, and that of itself was no simple task. To him, it was a tiny victory to watch his little brother’s eyebrows twitch at being caught off guard.
Cyrus made his way to a small nook, surrounded by books with a cozy mahogany table and two chairs. On the table, open, was an old story book; one written by a Blackwood from a long-time passed. It detailed the adventures and intrigue of Atlas Blackwood. Cyrus made himself comfortable and sank into the words awaiting his brother’s response.
It had been a long day. Hell, it’d been a long year. While the dust had long since settled from the royal takeover of Arynn Frey, the movement that stirred the dust had only picked up fervor. The queen was cautious, arguably paranoid, for the safety of her family and their rule. Choosing Cyrus to both lead and safeguard both was no small decision, and he knew it. All of it made things very difficult for the man to have any sort of direct relation with a lot of family; many of them being loyalists as it were. It had been well over six months since he had even set foot at the Blackwood Estate, and roughly the same amount since he had direct communication with most of his family. Letters and enchantments were the only way his voice or words were heard by any.
Playing things close to the chest was a Blackwood norm, keeping family in the dark during big moves was decidedly not. Things happened so quickly though, and with the nature of the royals, plans had to be taken in secret… and remain in secret. Even from the family if they were to work. With the accusations that it was Cyrus himself who made his father and other family members disappear in order to rise in power, he had been incredibly careful about when and how to return.
Tonight wasn’t the night for that return. As Crown, Cyrus would call a council soon enough and the family could weigh their opinions on him, he could plead his case, and hopefully everyone could move on to bigger things. For now, he simply wanted to meet with one family member in particular; Evander. There was a tension in Terra Nova that was palpable even in Elyusian. A tension that the Blackwoods could take advantage of. So, into the courtyard of the monolithic complex that was their estate, Cyrus teleported not for pleasure, but business.
He was careful to make his way down hallways that only had slaves, and no family. After all, he wasn’t actually here, yet. Into the awe-inspiring library, he strode. A room that seemed nearly endless, illuminated by floating enchanted lights and filled with ancient tomes, modern ravings, history, and fantasy collected over centuries from nearly every kingdom. Cyrus told the few slaves milling about to leave, sending a solitary one to let Evander know that ‘his brother’ was waiting for him. Though he was careful to leave out which, both for curiousity to see how quickly Evander would respond, but also to see if it would be a surprise. Evander was harder to surprise than Cyrus, and that of itself was no simple task. To him, it was a tiny victory to watch his little brother’s eyebrows twitch at being caught off guard.
Cyrus made his way to a small nook, surrounded by books with a cozy mahogany table and two chairs. On the table, open, was an old story book; one written by a Blackwood from a long-time passed. It detailed the adventures and intrigue of Atlas Blackwood. Cyrus made himself comfortable and sank into the words awaiting his brother’s response.