Of Deals and Deathless Men
Eighteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
Although in the end you decide against another shock to the hearts of the lords of Westeros who can yet recognize the name Brynden Rivers, which is to say all of them, the next few appointments are relatively straightforward.
The Minister of Justice escapes the gaze of the Princeps with only a few questions from Relath that are meant to make him seem like all the better fit for the post. Shad Ibn Mal's fiery hair and beard raises eyebrows but not voices, though that is perhaps aided by the fact that his ignorance of the tongues of east and west is masked by the spell upon the chamber as well as the fact that he had wrought a speech to fit the purpose. What he lacks for in charisma he more than makes up with in obvious competence in the tasks of building and of finance. More than one lord and representative is left wondering why he could not have been the strange taxman, if a stranger was needed, though they do not ask aloud.
When the time comes for Menel to make his entrance, you are amused to find that the reason most have reservations regarding him is his perceived youth, though the amusement wanes when the conversation shifts to quite how a man so old as he could wear the body of youth. It is Howland Reed that rises to address the matter. The man had looked at first out of place in his green mantle and shirt and pants of plain brown, not to mention the lithe stature, so much physically overshadowed by others of his colleagues. But the Duke of the Neck does not look the least intimidated to be addressing you, for all he is unflaggingly polite. The soft green of his eyes recalls the stillness of the Singers enough that you suspect there is some truth to the tales that the old Marsh Kings had blood of that kindred in them.
"Your Majesty, I raise no objection to those who are of their own nature more long-lived than men taking seats in high council, for it would be as envying the bird for its wings and asking them to be cut off to suit us. Yet when a man such as the reputable Menel Goldentooth might come to such honor, the years of his life have stretched by magic, I cannot help but wonder at the fact that no lord and prince may take that path lest they be counted dead and their inheritance should pass on. I know why this was done and count it wise, and yet would it not raise the question of how long one might hold the post of Minister, High Judge, Censor or even Governor, if they had but the means to cheat the death of age?"
"If I might speak first before the throne has its say," Menel himself interjects. "I have no intention to hold the post of Minister until I am old and grey once more... which with the burdens of the post is likely to be in twenty years and not fifty," he chuckles.
"I do not doubt that you are a man of goodwill, but goodwill alone does not make rules," Duke Reed replies. "I ask plainly, can we trust that administrative positions are not to fall slowly into the hands of deathless men?"
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OOC: A short update and I think a good sign since it shows that there are things to engage with in matters of politics instead of stretching on into weak votes and scene breaks just on raw thematic grounds.