Canongate House
Morrdun
Commonwealth of Morrdh
Ten years ago
A grim silence was upon the room, only broken by the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the ticking of a clock upon the mantelpiece. Every seat in the wood-panelled room was occupied, but none of the occupants dared to speak. Smoke hazily lingered from cigarettes, cigars and pipes as half-filled glasses and empty bottles littered the low table that sat in the center of the room. Somebody sighed. The others turned to look at him expecting a word, a sentence, to be spoken. But they were to be disappointed as the man withered under the gaze of his fellows and silence still reigned supreme.
Ring-ring. Ring-ring.
It was a shrill, sharp noise like a banshee's cry that disturbed the quiet of the grave. All eyes turned to the small, mechanical fiend in the corner of the room that shrilled for attention. One man, seeing that none of his comrades dared to make a move, walked over and picked up the handset of the telephone and spoke. "Yes? Sir Thomas Reid. I see. Yes, yes...I shall inform the others."
"Gentlemen," Sir Thomas said to the room at large after replacing the handset. "His Majesty King Alfred Cathmore the Fourth has passed beyond the veil, we must now decide his successor."
"What of Lothwyn?" A voice asked.
"She's still two years too young to take the crown." Another voice answered.
"So a Regent then? Who?"
"It would have to be the King's brother..."
"Herein lies our problem gentlemen." Said Sir Thomas. "Viktor cannot be allowed to become regent. If he takes the throne, he'll want the crown."
"Not one of us?"
"No, a member of the Provost Council becoming regent would go against the spirit of the Council. Not to mention that Viktor would force the issue into becoming a constitutional crisis." Explained Sir Thomas. "Instead I propose allowing Lothwyn assume the crown early. All those in favour..."