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Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.7
Date: 2014-01-20 09:35 pm (UTC)“I've been in bed two days?” he said vaguely, scratching his face and realising with horror how much stubble was there and how appalling he must look.
“You were fast asleep, Da,” Lucia said and she at least looked worried, bless her. “Are you all right?”
Probably not, but he was king and that did mean getting out of bed and proving he was just fine, thank you very much.
“Yes, yes I'm fine, I just need a shower and a shave and food and... what time is it?”
“Half past nine,” Sissel said, grinning. “You should hurry. Uncle Nepos and Auntie Keirine have a bet going on as to whether you'll be there or not. He thinks you'll be there at ten but you'll look awful, and she says we won't see you before midday. Still looking awful,” she added, completely unnecessarily in Madanach's opinion.
“How much are they betting exactly?” he asked.
“Ten septims,” Lucia told him. Ten septims? Was that all? He'd have expected Keirine to have had a bit more recklessness in her at least. Never mind. It was often the smaller bets that were the most fun to derail.
“Right,” Madanach said, head clearing. “Lucia, open that cupboard and pass me that little red bottle, the bigger red one next to it and that green potion. Sissel, go and fill the washing bowl from the pool and bring it over here, along with that towel next to it and my shaving kit – it's in that Dwemer box. Then get yourselves out of here and not a word to anyone.”
The girls scurried around the room acquiring said items and as they bustled out, Madanach knocked back a poison cure, all-purpose tonic and a stamina draught (and not the Stallion's Draught either, honestly, he kept telling people he didn't need it, he was getting old, not dying) before heading to the very convenient built-in natural pool with waterfall, his Destruction magic providing all the temperature control one might need. By Sithis, he'd missed this room. Two years living here first time around had spoiled him utterly, and now he had it back, he was never letting it go.
Then shaving and getting dressed in his usual formal court regalia – the blue and gold Robes of the First Dragonborn, a little gift from Liriel after the whole Miraak incident, and the matching gloves and boots. Then the Torc of Red Eagle round his neck and a magicka boosting circlet on his head and he was ready to go.
Five minutes before ten, Madanach was striding out into his courtroom as if the last week had never happened, looking as kingly as he ever did.
“At ease,” he snapped as the ReachGuard on duty stood to attention on seeing him. He stopped at the table near the throne, where his steward, bodyguard, sister and daughter were all having breakfast, new son-in-law perched on the daughter's lap.
“Hello Reach-King!” Cicero cooed from where Eola was cuddling him. “You are awake! Cicero missed you!” Without another word, he slid off her lap and bounded over, sliding arms around Madanach's waist and grinning suggestively up at him.
“Welcome back, boss,” Borkul grinned. “We thought you'd never wake up.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-20 09:37 pm (UTC)“Shaved and dressed as well, good heavens,” Nepos said, surprised. “We were expecting a hungover wreck.”
“Not me,” Eola grinned as she raked in both Keirine and Nepos's gold. “I knew you'd be here on time, looking as good as ever. I had faith in you, Da.”
“Someone was cheating,” Keirine growled, glaring at her niece. “I don't know how, but you were.”
Madanach suspected that Sissel and Lucia had not come to wake him on their own initiative and that furthermore might be finding themselves richer by a few septims each come lunchtime, but he said nothing. Partly because such cunning and deviousness were traits he wished to encourage in his children, and partly because he presently had a smirking jester groping him.
“Aren't you supposed to be married now?” Madanach growled. “To my daughter, no less.”
“Don't worry, Da, Cicero and I have a relaxed approach to monogamy,” Eola said cheerily as she tore into her steak, bloody and rare as always. It had probably been vaguely introduced to a cooking fire at one point, but evidently the two just hadn't got on.
“Cicero has heard he and pretty Eola are not the only ones,” Cicero purred, dark eyes smouldering up at Madanach. “Cicero has heard of developments elsewhere too.”
Oh gods, his daughter deciding to have an open marriage, that was all he needed. Especially with a son-in-law like this.
“Well you heard wrong,” Madanach growled. “Now get off me and get back to your wife before I use cloak spells on you.”
Cicero scampered off, squealing and cackling as he ran back to Eola, suggestive grin never fading. Madanach inwardly shuddered. Oh good, he could expect a full day of this.
“Right. You, soldier, get to the kitchen and order breakfast for me – bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, they know how I like them done. Keirine, we're opening court any minute, do you perhaps want to at least pretend we're a nice, normal country?”
“Nice and normal? Us?” Keirine scoffed. “Madanach, they know what we are – dark mages, necromancers and Daedra worshippers. We are just the Empire's necromancers and Daedra worshippers now, their magic-resistant special forces for when the Dominion rises again. And you made Hagravens full citizens and it illegal to harm one.”
“I did, I also legalised consensual blood-drinking, that does not mean I wish to see it going on in the streets,” Madanach snapped, settling himself in the Mournful Throne. “Nepos, what have we got today?”
Keirine sighed and recast her Illusion cloak, Hagraven features vanishing as she took on the appearance of a silver-haired old lady, a female version of Madanach dressed in simple black mage's robes. Eola finished breakfast and chivvied Cicero off to start packing, preparing for their imminent honeymoon in Solstheim – an unusual choice, but it was wild, dangerous and very easy to hide bodies in. It was also rumoured to be home to a Morag Tong cell... although not once Cicero and Eola were through it wouldn't be. The Dark Brotherhood held grudges for a very long time.
Borkul took up his usual place at the foot of the Mournful Throne, and Nepos settled at Madanach's side with the court schedule. Another day in the Reach, just like any other... for now.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-20 11:44 pm (UTC)-Can't we cultivate him, get him to frame this animal who's corrupted my little girl? He sounds like exactly the sort of degenerate who'd happily execute someone if we gave him reason.
-It had probably been vaguely introduced to a cooking fire at one point, but evidently the two just hadn't got on.
BAHAHAHAHA. Not to mention the dagger in Elenwen's pillow, because screwing with the Thalmor will NEVER not be amusing.
But you see, iell-nin, the humans? They don't all know that yet. And it's bad manners to tell them.
I can't decide if this is cute or utterly horrifying. Probably a bit of both. In spite of that I kind of like Meryndor and hope he comes 'round, even if Liriel's mother doesn't.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-24 09:27 pm (UTC)Screwing with the Thalmor is always funny! As was the look on that poor Justiciar's face when he realised the Dark Brotherhood assassin he was arranging the contract with was the mark's daughter and her psychopath boyfriend, neither of whom took it well.
Meryn's fundamentally a decent elven being, trying to raise his kids as best he can in a Thalmor police state. And mostly he would just prefer his youngest to not start trouble by repeating Thalmor propaganda in a strange country full of potentially hostile humans...
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-21 02:14 pm (UTC)I kinda love her parents btw.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-24 09:29 pm (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-25 03:41 am (UTC)The first one really grew on me hardcore, and now I'm just supersupersuper excited!
Re: Thicker Than Blood 1.8
Date: 2014-01-31 11:34 am (UTC)