“Preparations will begin immediately then.” he was already moving the shelves back to where they started. He was minutes away from ending this deeply abrupt interruption and getting retiring for the day. An order to prep the bodroom almost bounced off of him, It had been prepped a few months ago, at best it would need to be dusted, which would take the lesser part of an hour and didn't have to be him to do it. He added it to ledger with a simple “Yes sir.” the release of stress was already starting, a few moments yet and he could unclench.
And just like that it was back. A few moments in his new reign and a formal request for a new oath. One before his official ascension, so one to the person, not the house. A demand powered by his right of future succession. He choked a moment, and stood still in the spot, a clear conundrum. He could take the oath, perhaps prove his oaths mean little, or refuse the oath and betray the house by refusing to betray his oath on a technicality. A moment of small import to Tiberius, but perhaps the biggest Tacitus would have to make. He choked a moment frozen in place
Finally he smiled. “All true fealty does.” he said back simply. The truth was that his last oath was broken for months, and he was working largely for personal affection and momentum. He stared up at Tiberius and tried to gauge the man, He seemed different from before his long sojourn. Hopefully more than he once was. So be it. He took a deep breath and knelt in place. “So long as I live, I, and my family, will uphold House Umbra and her interests, as well as the interests of it's Master; Tiberius Umbra. Long may both prosper.” It was a simple pledge, deeply unrehearsed but it covered the important parts. He'd have an opportunity to clean it up for the official ceremony, whenever that was, but it would hold for now.
And just like that it was back. A few moments in his new reign and a formal request for a new oath. One before his official ascension, so one to the person, not the house. A demand powered by his right of future succession. He choked a moment, and stood still in the spot, a clear conundrum. He could take the oath, perhaps prove his oaths mean little, or refuse the oath and betray the house by refusing to betray his oath on a technicality. A moment of small import to Tiberius, but perhaps the biggest Tacitus would have to make. He choked a moment frozen in place
Finally he smiled. “All true fealty does.” he said back simply. The truth was that his last oath was broken for months, and he was working largely for personal affection and momentum. He stared up at Tiberius and tried to gauge the man, He seemed different from before his long sojourn. Hopefully more than he once was. So be it. He took a deep breath and knelt in place. “So long as I live, I, and my family, will uphold House Umbra and her interests, as well as the interests of it's Master; Tiberius Umbra. Long may both prosper.” It was a simple pledge, deeply unrehearsed but it covered the important parts. He'd have an opportunity to clean it up for the official ceremony, whenever that was, but it would hold for now.
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