Talinn Ryalor
Minister of Justice, Duke of Westisle
Staff member
Nobility: Duke
Minister: Justice
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(Meant to post as Alwyn, whoops).
Alwyn was nervous, more so than he had ever been in his life, except for perhaps when he had first confessed his feelings to Annabelle, and had been sent off to Amarone, yet he tried to keep it under control. Today was an important day-his son’s nameday-and, even more so, technically the day he could be considered an adult under Fyadoran culture, though the practice tended to vary by family and by circumstances. He himself had undergone that, and the full ceremony at thirteen, but that was during a time of war and the need for a proper, “adult” heir if anything had happened to either of his parents. Finnian...he wanted to let him have at least one last day as a kit, one last day as he was, before he dropped the revelation on him. It could not wait any longer, now, given that the vulpine supremacists knew he was valuable to the family, if not exactly why. He sighed.
I will have to begin to train him in the ways of the warrior, as well. I do not know exactly whether he has the stomach for it, and I will have to adjust his diet-a lot-to account for his kithood malnutrition, but, he only needs to be able to defend himself. If he does show promise, though, that would be good. He’s already very smart, perceptive, and of a good nature, add warrior skills on to that, and well...he will be set up for a good life. Or, as good a life as one could have in this family.
He had decided to let Finnian spend most of his nameday as he wished, although he had gotten his family’s elite guards, the Mistcloaks, to quietly shadow the kit, staying out of sight, but making sure nothing would happen to him. He had pulled rank as the heir to do that, and doubtless it would be reported back to his father and mother soon enough, but it did not matter. He suspected his mother already knew, and his father…well...he did not give much of a damn what he had to say. He had put them all in the position they were in for power, when they could have simply stayed back on Westisle.
I will do a better job, Annabelle, I promise.
He had asked Finnian, who he had allowed to sleep in his guest room apartment, to come visit him in the late afternoon, for his nameday meal and treats. He had decided to take him to a nice restaurant, but not too nice, one that he frequently visited to woo middle-class vixens, to not shock the little kit too much. It was located in the Trenches, near the sea, where one could easily look out at the blue ocean, and see all of the ships. Indeed, the Hide, undergoing retrofitting and repairs before its next major voyage, could be seen. Where he would be assigned, one way or the other, to look after his son.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall of Tavish’s, basking in the late afternoon sun as he waited for the young foxkit, no, young fox.
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