“I swear to god Dimas I told you to escort her not to.” He stopped his sentence and made an frustrated hand gesture. “It's the easiest job possible in this godsdamned house and you fucked it absolute pieces.” His hand not engaged in berating rested on the hilt of his blade. He paused for dramatic effect, gripping the hilt of the blade and drawing it a half inch out of it's scabbard, “As long as I am Executus of this house we will not fraternize on the job Ser. If I catch you galivanting around.” He didn't get to finish the threat as the double door into the barracks swung open with attention demanding force. He winced slightly as silver hit stone with a expensive sounding ring, and Tiberius strode in like it hadn't been years.
The door had broken the seal on his command and all authority was leaking out into the street. He quickly dismissed the troops around him and fired off a salute and a confused “Milord” he stood there in a ready position mentally running through all that could go wrong in that exact second. He had been thrust into this Majordomo position with the sudden and bizarre passing of Lukios and now suddenly he was to receive his grade on his work for the past few years. In a position where doing too well is a coup and too poor is perhaps even worse. Tiberius was indifferent at best at the politics of the house before his indefinite sojourn, but six years was a long time and change was inevitable.
A second later it hit Tacitus, he doesn't know. How to break it to him that he was now lead of the house. Any second later than now felt like a lie, so best to do so on the spot. “I can have a report of the long term goals and assets of the house prepared for you by the morrow, so as head of the house you can direct us as you see fit Milord.” He bowed neatly and returned to the ready state. “With your leave I can announce your return to Calpernia and we can get started on your formal return.”
The door had broken the seal on his command and all authority was leaking out into the street. He quickly dismissed the troops around him and fired off a salute and a confused “Milord” he stood there in a ready position mentally running through all that could go wrong in that exact second. He had been thrust into this Majordomo position with the sudden and bizarre passing of Lukios and now suddenly he was to receive his grade on his work for the past few years. In a position where doing too well is a coup and too poor is perhaps even worse. Tiberius was indifferent at best at the politics of the house before his indefinite sojourn, but six years was a long time and change was inevitable.
A second later it hit Tacitus, he doesn't know. How to break it to him that he was now lead of the house. Any second later than now felt like a lie, so best to do so on the spot. “I can have a report of the long term goals and assets of the house prepared for you by the morrow, so as head of the house you can direct us as you see fit Milord.” He bowed neatly and returned to the ready state. “With your leave I can announce your return to Calpernia and we can get started on your formal return.”
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