Reaction of one or more minor nobles or prominent merchants to the news of the marriage to Essinya
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'Lord' Henry awaited the announcement feeling sick and worried, acutely aware of the distinct lack of the queen made notable by her empty throne and the stone faced royal guardsmen watching the assembled high lords and ladies and the wealthy burghers and merchants, prominent officers and notable mages.
And he fit in among none of them. Great and powerful, wealthy, rebels, magically gifted? He was none of these, an empty title that was good for courtesy and shackling him and his family with obligations, a small patch of meager land in the crown reserve sworn directly to the crown, heavily taxed when the realm was at peace, taken in tithes when at war. The manor his fathers mother had built with a small hamlet and a half dozen servants to service their needs and a collection of farming hamlets with barely enough people to fulfill the prescribed number of levies, few enough that several households had sent fathers or daughters instead of sons in the civil wars muster. And while his grandmother had praised him for having more magical aptitude than his father Henry was still more comfortable with a blade in hand than any other weapon. He was a magic knight with a handful of spells, hardly deserving of the title of mage.
His father had spent several years fighting in the pocket kingdoms in a mercenary company to build up a small nest egg before returning to settle down and aid in the administration of their small fiefdom and Henry had been being prepared for much the same when the Rebellion had broke. His grandmother, elderly and infirm and all but retired had begged a deferment on account of her age and had sat out the war managing their land and paying off the increasingly grasping tax collectors. His father had been called up and sent to far flung battlefields, and Henry had been granted an officers commission of sorts that kept him in Eridia, part of the 'city watch' but without any command and a hostage in all but name to his father and grandmothers good behavior. That had ended when his father had been injured and captured in battle, and in Syrokis desperation another army had been mustered to fight off the advancing rebel army, by some quirk of bureaucracy or luck Henry had been included in that, dreading battle until General Rienna and Lady Balmain had talked the general into throwing in with the rebellion.
The war hadn't lasted much longer than that, and ill trusted most of Henry's time had been spent assigned to protecting supply wagons until the war had petered out with a whimper. His family had been fined and made to swear oaths of loyalty to the new regime, his father exiled into the pocket kingdoms. His grandmother distrusted for staying out of the conflict as much as possible, and Henry an unknown, they carried the taint of treachery but their 'crimes' were deemed too minor to need serious punishment. And even that, the smallest of nobles who'd been held to their oaths were hardly Syrokis loyalists.
It still left them distrusted by the raft of new nobles and such who'd been granted land by the realms new monarch. Business was poor and in between the 'fines' and the 'loan' that had been 'gently requested' by the crown they'd needed to sell more grain to make up the shortfall, now, months later with no word on when said 'loan' would be repaid he was thus forced to spend his time and his families dwindling money procuring lodgings in the capital in order to try and talk to
someone who might be able to grant them relief. With little luck. Letters to the sheriffs and Reeves and the tax collectors and Keeper of the Royal vaults had gone unanswered, save once, a short reply barely more than a note which stated the amount borrowed, and the amount that would supposedly be repaid with domestic landers at the back of the list. He had even less luck, every morn he would walk to the castle, join the crowd of petitioners show the guards his documents and family signet ring. Join the dozens or hundreds of minor merchants, and watch as mages, officials, higher ranking nobles and seemingly all and sundry had been called in ahead of him to be directed to whichever official whose responsibilities handled their issues.
Perhaps, like then, he'd wait around, not get to see anyone, and be sent home at the end of the day and told to come back tomorrow he mused idly twirling his signet ring around his middle finger as he fidgeted.
If nothing else, being amidst the crowd let him hear the court gossip. Rumour and scandal had been flying around ever since the beginnings of the queens... courtships? Betrothal talks? There'd been something mentioned about soldiers being sent to Zarsim and Henry had tried to offer his own talents (begging for a position where he might get paid really) only to be hmm'd at by a clerk who'd waved him off promising to consider it, only to then be sent a rejection form several weeks later. Maddening.
Truth be told Henry was
bored by petty rumour and insinuation as often as not. The matters of queens and royal weddings was well above his head. There was some value to be gleaned if he wasn't consistently among the last to overhear important news. Knowing if war was truly brewing or not would be helpful, but the petty gossip and scandal irritated him. The rumours that the royal princesses had flown into tantrums and destroyed their rooms were most likely simply that, rumours, spread by rivals to embarass their peers. Not by the 'winners' of course, whomsoever had gained the promise of Queen Kolmains hand could afford to appear magnanimous in victory, and increasingly whispers claimed it was Princess Serissa. But equally so there were gleeful rumours that the necromancer had fled in disgrace but not before promising doom and vengeance upon those who'd spurned her. That in particular made Henry roll his eyes,
yes, the necromancer kingdom would declare war after an unlikely marraige proposal had been predictably declined. Henry thought sarcastically.
"Have you heard? The Golden Knight-General stormed off as well. The crown might be in a hurry? Can we expect an attack from 'rogues'?" A nearby nobleman asked the small grouping of friends he was with.
"I wish the queen would hurry." A noblelady among the group grumbled. "But it's probably not important, no doubt the aid to Zarsim means we'll be seeking an alliance with them and Morvak and with that border secured we might be able to expand elsewhere. She
was a mercenary after all." The lady speculated with all the relish of an experienced gossip.
"Horse shit." Henry muttered to himself quietly, his eyes drawn to the ladies heavy golden necklace and her expensive rings, any one of which represented a year of his holdings income. Doubtless some petty attempt to cast aspersions on the queen for giving away more concessions to the recent miner strikes. Which, for many nobles and wealthy landowners meant 'any concessions at all'. Likely the swirling rumours about the newest of the Knight Generals for the order of the Golden throne was just as much horse shit.
"I quite agree." A voice demurred to Henry's opposite side, the words of a pretty young noblewoman, her and her small group of companions watching him openly with polite interest. "At least I hope that's the case." She added with a wry smile.
Henry flushed under their inspection and floundered, one hand making half-way to a military salute before he aborted the action and bowed instead deeply. As a rule of thumb you bowed deeply to show respect, often the more one was outranked the deeper they were expected to bow. Inwardly he cursed himself for letting his irritation get the better of him. Not bowing deeply enough could and had led to duels, at least historically, and openly dismissing a nobles opinion so rudely could lead to similiar offence and all the risks that entailed. And here? At the heart of the capital, practically everyone outranked him, and he'd be a fool to openly disrespect even commonborn mages. It was fashionable for nobles to marry into magical bloodlines and study some magic and gain some skills, but he was under no illusion about how poorly he might fare against a real mage.
"Apologies my lady." Henry offered nervously ignoring the titters and giggles of the ladies peers and hanger ons. "I meant to say that I doubt our gracious queen would seek to start another conflict so soon after the war to depose her predecessor. No offense was intended."
"Nor any given." She replied smoothly with a reassuring smile as several of her fellows hid their own small smiles. "Lord -?"
Henry gawped at her in surprise before closing his mouth with a heated red-faced blush. While serving in the royal army and the rebels army he'd most commonly introduced himself as a knight and it was strange and alien to hear someone acknowledge the title that he most often treated as a minor technicality and piece of historical trivia. He'd grown up collecting eggs from his grandmothers chicken coop for her to cook breakfast for Drendar's sake! Belatedly he realised the Lady was waiting for an answer, she wanted his name.
"Ser Henry. Henry. Ah- Lord Henry. Of Eridia Fields." He added with a stammer, giving the name of his family home, not having a formal house name. He'd seen his grandmother use 'fields' 'crownfields' and 'magefields' in a variety of correspondences and his father had used the moniker 'Ian Warden' for some official purposes but Henry's grandmother had been born with only the one name and had used her profession or the name of her home over the years as a stand in. Technically Henry could take after her and use the name of Henry Mage, but that seemed presumptuous and there was seemingly a dozen other house Wardens which had once caused confusion when some debt collectors had interrogated him at the inn over a minor debt only to realise he was of no blood relation to their actual target.
"A pleasure to make your acquiantance, Lord Henry Fields." The lady greeted him with a curtsy dipping momentarily. Her dress was brightly coloured in a solid deep blue with silver trim to match the earrings set with saphires, the neckline an alluring though not immodest cut. He realised his eyes were drifting and snapped his gaze back to her face to receive a bright smile as she offered a hand to him.
"Lady Carissa Floren." She introduced herself prettily, quirking a delicate eyebrow as he realised he was meant to shake her hand. He did so quickly aware of his sweaty palms and snatched his hand back as if burned as her friends giggled at some private joke. Lady Carissa cast a glance back over her shoulder at them and they were silenced, schooling their expressions into polite smiles as Henry found Lady Carissa's arm on his elbow drawing him into their discussion circle.
"First trip to the Queens court?" One of the ladies asked him kindly. Mouth dry Henry nodded in agreement before second guessing himself, should he add that he'd lived in the city before as part of its garrison of levies during the war? But before he could think of how to clarify that the discussion had moved on and he was caught amidst a stream of chatter, questions and introductions, the deluge of names flying out of Henry's head as soon as they flew in. All former rebels of course, even if one or two of the half-dozen noblewomen did make teasing remarks about being latecomers to the rebellion. Henry nodded quickly at that, he certainly had no stones to throw in that regard.
The ladies talk circled around what they guessed the queens announcement would be, almost certainly she'd decided upon a suitor, but whom might it be? They stayed clear of outright gossip and kept their discussion to the political, military and likely economic reasons behind each candidate. There was a slight offhand mention of the prince of Selissa having a reputation as a cad but his chances were ranked as low and discussion didn't linger on him for long.
"Who do you think our queen will choose Henry?" Lady Carissa asked, Henry considered, he believed the queen would choose Princess Janera of Nerinthar as it would neatly sandwich Morvak in between them in the event of a war and the queen supposedly enjoyed the princesses intelligence but he was saved from answering by the arrival of the Queen herself.
A hush settled over the throne room as those assembled waited with anticipation while Queen Vanessa Kolmain began her speeched. Hushed whispers were heard when the name was announced and outright gasps escaped people as the necromancer princess strutted into the room.
Minor commotion aside the news was well received. Henry joined in with a round of polite clapping and watched as the future Queen approached several notables and began to converse, Henry stole glances at the queen as she watched impassively, a small smile gracing her face as Princess Essinya was apparently well received. But of course, those who stayed were those who wished to court favour, already some figures had left the throne room. Some might have clapped or given cheers, or remained silent but for some their well wishes didn't extend so far as to sticking around.
"What do you think?" Lady Carissa prodded Henry.
"It's a big step." He admitted waving a hand vaguely in the direction of several nobles who were deep in discussions about the ramifications to trade with the necromancer kingdom. "Trade is one thing, a royal marraige... is above my station." He pointed out hesitant to talk further.
"Surely you have some thoughts on the matter?" She plied him passing a glass of whiskey from one of the trays that was being handed out by the palace servants.
"Less taxes on exports will mean my House keeps more money from grain sales?" He tried before frowning. "Actually, that assumes the lords and landholders on the border don't raise their own taxes in response to pocket most of the gains themselves." Henry pointed out somewhat bitterly. His own house sold their surplus when they had it to merchants who were the ones to actually deal with the necromancers, hopefully they'd pass on some of the savings, but it was just as likely that they, or the nobles in between his families fiefdom and the border would take their cut of any gains first.
"You don't think war is a possibility?"
"War?" He blinked. "Less so now, the necromancers make strong allies."
"You don't think the Knights of the Golden throne will object?"
"Why would they?" Henry asked bluntly. "They don't get involved in politics. They deliberately stayed out of the civil war, they're getting involved in certain matters such as rooting out bandits and guarding other borders with the necromancers largely being quiet and peaceful. Maybe they raise road tolls to account for increased trade and road usage but outright war? From the knights who are supposed to protect the kingdom?" He shrugged. "I don't see it. Not unless Serriados tries to march an entire army into the country as 'bodyguards'. Actually, the entire inner circle being here kind of disproves the rumour about the knight-general marching off in a snit doesn't it?" He asked looking around to see if she was still anywhere to be found.
"And if she does march off to their fortress?"
"It will probably be to let them know about the queens choice and to tell them not to panic if necromancer wedding guests
do try to cross the border?" Henry blinked. "I know if I was in their position I might not trust a letter and might need someone I trust to inform me face to face."
"You don't have much time for politics do you?" Lady Carissa teased him lightly.
"I don't have time to invent problems where none exist." Henry shrugged. "My
grandmother wasn't born when the Archnecromancer formally announced an end to all claims outside their spooky forest. Based on the numbers Lyrus Serriados has probably killed more necromancers than any member of Aduns knightly order alive. And, I guess it would be nice if there's more people to sell our farms food to?"
"That's a good point." Carissa giggled. "Though maybe don't say it where any knights or their priests can hear." She cautioned. "Well, will you be approaching her to make an offer?"
"An offer?" Henry asked mystified.
"To sell the necromancer kingdom grain?" She clarified.
"The princess isn't going to want to be interested in a cart and a half with some sacks of grain my lady." Henry blushed. "My time waiting for weeks to speak to
someone, anyone at all. Have made abundantly clear the royals have more important things to be handling. My... 'nobility' is a polite formality." He admitted blushing. "There was serious talks of me marrying the village blacksmiths daughter before the civil war broke out."
If Lady Carissa was shocked at his poor origins she recovered quickly and hid it well and clucked her tongue. "Weeks? You're one of the houses managing and defending the crown reserves?" She queried suddenly.
"Barely outside the city gates, less than a days ride from Eridia. I'm staying in the city to try and get an audience in the mornings..." Henry admitted.
"And your house one of the crowns direct vassals?" Carissa shook her head. "Come with me, there's some people I should introduce you to and we'll get this sorted out." She patted his elbow gently and guided him as he let himself be led along where she wished to go, wincing internally as he recognised the Lady Balmain busy mingling with guests whom Carissa made a beeline for.