Chapter 5: Ch.4: Schemes Foreign and Domestic

The King of Draconia, Pyram Sevis, was busying himself by addressing several problems that he had recently been made aware of.

He had not lived 360 some odd years by sitting idle on his throne and allowing his enemies to take moves against him unopposed. But even his proactive measures to ensure a flawless ceremony for the prince had failed him. It wasn't just the coverup: silencing witnesses, fabricating events, pacifying victims; but his monitoring of rivals hadn't alerted him, nor had his spies intercepted anyone from reaching out to the Covenant. He had been unable to conceal the truth and he had been completely blindsided, but he couldn't allow such a thing to occur again.

Now the king sat on his throne, rhythmically tapping his claws, his mind racing while he thought of possibilities. The Grand Fantesh had always been resistant to his silver tongue, but had never been politically active before, so it was unlikely that he had found this out purposefully. That didn't rule out the rest of the covenant, however, for its roots were deeply intertwined with the greater culture of the entire world. The thought troubled him, but for now he could only wait while his spies collected intelligence for him.

Pyram's throne was made from pristine marble. It had thick red cushions and coverings with golden embossing. It was also capped with golden decorations that featured many pearls. The seat was large enough for him to lounge in luxury.

The throne room was semicircular, and behind the throne was the strong load-bearing central column of the Royal Spire. The room was lit by bright crystalline chandeliers, but also prominent stained-glass windows lined the perimeter. Walls and columns were adorned with fine tapestries and signiture Draconia banners. The floors were polished to the point one could see the reflection of the vaulted ceiling. At the far end of the room from his throne was a staircase that led up from a waiting room below.

Syn was ascending those very stairs and stepped onto the long red-and-gold rug that stretched all the way to the throne.

The king knew the prince needed comforting, he'd been disgraced and was nervous about his upcoming responsibilities. So the king spoke to him. It didn't matter what words he used, as long as they were the right ones to encourage the young prince.

Then Pyram gave Syn advice, advice that he himself used often:

"Remember that the power of a dragon and of a ruler both come from the breath. Your voice is your greatest asset, rely on it, use it purposfully, and it will bring you far."

Syn seemed affected by this, and Pyram knew his words had succeeded their intended purpose.

***

Inside the king's war room the lords of the great houses had gathered to plan for the coming campaign. The room was dimly lit by glowing crystals, but the prominent long table was brightly lit by spotlight focused lattices above. Each chair that surrounded the table had inbuilt crystals that illuminated the occupant. At the end of the table was the kings seat, which allowed him to oversee the entire situation on the table.  

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