Ramifications
As the days grow shorter I am reminded of how far we have come. Summer is nearly to an end and soon winter will fall upon us yet again. These thoughts of mine spin around my mind as I consider all that has happened. The reunion of my family, the reclamation of my home, and the proposal to a woman I love. All of these thoughts bring gladness to my heart yet I am still torn for there is much to do.
I can not rest easy though how I desire to. My path lies on a harder road. All of the Lords have agreed to be seated upon this Council. All of the important ones at least. Now that I have the Sevenths confirmation I will need to address them all and set a time for the first meet. Soon I think, else they may become restless.
Those others that have heard wind of it seem interested but sheep rarely stray close to lions and wolves and for now we have nothing to fear. Yet I am curious as to how the city will react when word does get around of such a gathering.... The bleating of lambs always has irked me. Enemies will be made yet so long as we stand on a unified front it will not matter for they will fall in line or be crushed.
My thoughts fall to Sairalis more often of late. Where is she? What is she doing? Is she happy. Lyra, my youngest, has grown so fond of this woman. Close enough to call her mother though she shares no blood with either of us. Yet I can see the joy in her eyes when they speak and through that my heart is also lifted. She scolded me after my return from the Hospice, told me I was too reckless and should let younger men go in my stead to see the House protected.
I could only smile which irked her more I think. I will need to find a way to make it up to her. Still even with the bad times, things have never seemed more peaceful. It brings me great humor to see those that envy her place. Who are spiteful and speak plots in dark corners thinking themselves important. No more than a pawn to be discarded truthfully.
Some serve a greater purpose but those Lords and Ladies that rely on their 'cleverness' to help them surpass their betters, they are the ones truly deluded. Yet for now we shall watch. Silently waiting for that fatal move that will place them within our reach to remove them from the board. Piece by piece they will fall like so many leaves of an autumn tree.
I think few know what the ramifications are from playing such a dangerous game, and fewer still pursue it. Foolishness or courage, regardless of the motivation they are driven to the same end. In a game of chess, there is but one king and queen that stand for the conclusion. All others are wiped away.
