As the last of the petitioners left the Lesser Hall, the Emperor of all Telerius sighed and settled back into his chair. It had been a long day; the petitioners had been kept waiting by his discussion with Corrina Melesion, an emissary of the Families come all the way from the Spice Islands. Right now, all he could consider was her proposal, and his mind was not yet made up one way or another. It made sense for the Families, but would it make sense for Telerius?
There were too many unknowns, too many uncertainties. He would know better once he had spoken with his grandnieces husband, the young man who had been sent off to Daria with a message of peace and to find out what he could about the political situation there. He was due to return todayhim and that Spicer woman both in one day! He rubbed his temples.
As if on cue, the Understeward entered the room. Your majesty, you said that you wished to be informed as soon as your grandnephew returned. His boat docked less than a hour ago, and he is making his way with all haste to the Palace. He said this very quickly.
The Emperor wasnt sure whether to brighten or not. He responded through his hands instead. When he arrives, tell him I will meet him in the Blue Chamber immediately, and escort him there. I want to speak to him both privately and today.
Of course, your majesty. I will go to the Port Doors. He bowed, and left as quickly as he had come.
The Emperor waited until the sound of the Understewards feet faded away, then rose to his feet and strode from the Hall and into a series of passages across the Palace. His guards followed, the leader barely managed to keep himself ahead of the Emperor, who only wanted to get this discussion over with. If only the boy brought good news.
The Blue Chamber was located nearly opposite the Palace from the Lesser Hall, and near to the Port Doors. The Emperor had chosen ti for convenience: it would take him much less time to cross the Palace than it would take his emissary to reach it. That, and the Emperor enjoyed striding through the Imperial Palace, with its ancient columns and friezes, so unlike the stark architecture of the modern day. The Era of the Iolarii, the people already called it after only a half-century, but the modern day, while wondrous in the realm of technological marvels and renewed imperial might, lacked the art of the past. The Emperor regretted that.
He had barely made himself comfortable in the Blue Room before the Understeward entered, followed by the emissary. They took deep bows, and, the Emperor spoke before either could open his mouth.
Thank you for coming to me so swiftly, grandnephew. Your alacrity is appreciated, for I must hear your news. He briefly acknowledged the Understeward and waved him out.
How went your travels in Daria? Is there an emperor there, and what did he have to say? The Emperor was anxious.
All good news, your majesty. The Darians are weakened by infighting, though one of the late Emperors sons now holds the capital and the throne. He seems the most powerful of the claimants, and it was with him I spoke. He offered a full apology for their invasion and accepted our terms of peace.
The Emperors anxiety eased, then rose when he realized what this meant for affairs in the East, and what he must tell the Melesion woman. That is good, then. Do you think he will hold the throne against his rivals?
It is hard to say, your majesty. They control much of the countryside among them, but they are disunited and likely to remain so. From what I can tell, none bear ill will toward Telerius, and honestly some seem rather grateful for the death of the old emperor; it gave them a shot at the throne. He paused for a moment. Forgive me, but are you considering acknowledging the current ruler as legitimate, majesty?
It is worth considering, but doing so would make Telerius a target for anger should he fall, as he may yet, it sounds. Hespiron seems in no danger now, so we can afford to watch the situation unfold from afar. I may ask you to return to Daria in a month to further assess the situation.
I would be glad to be of further service, your majesty.
The Emperor smiled. If you wish, in private audiences such as these, you may call me grand-uncle.