Aeuria wrote:"The important takeaway from my little story is not to underestimate the qualifications of the young. I do not know much of Levin but he has a good head on his shoulders - that much I can be certain of." Aleksander said sincerely. His voice and demeanor changed for the worse suddenly as he firmly shook the man's hand and leaned even further towards the newly crowned King - mere inches from his ear. "Do not question the actions of your superiors, however odd they may seem to you - especially those who could have your head on a platter with a wave of their hands. You overestimate your standing, boy." he spat viciously, releasing his hopefully bone-breaking grip on Fadron's hand slowly. Aleksander smiled warmly at the man before nodding and walking away, wiping his hand with a handkerchief handed to him by Sir Charles.
King Fadron watched as the Emperor walked, angered with his insult. The fact that he assumed he had knowledge and understanding of the issues in Mascargo perturbed him. "Don't question my superiors?", he thought, his hands on his waist and staring up at the balcony where the musicians played. "As if the damned Andropovs are superior. Nothing but charlatans and some pompous clown calling himself Emperor isn't going to come here and tell me what I should do!" He gritted his teeth and walked down the hall, nearly knocking a servant girl over.
"Watch where you're going peasant!" He walked off into the nether regions of the Palace, perhaps to remove himself and think better.