[b]Suran Keto, Duchess of Jauneau[/b]


Duchess Suran Keto felt the weight of her new rank too well, sitting straight in her oaken chair. Her clothes were new, for her new rank, and well-fitted belying her muscular physique.  The Council had only just begun and already the mules were braying their ambitions to the King.  

‘The King whose duchy I’ve been given’ she thought to herself, the luck that had given her a duchy of such magnitude was unimaginable but she would not complain against it, only serve.

Suran thought it unwise to so recklessly pursue another war against the orcs after the death of the last king and so much of the nobility but there was something to be said for not letting the orcs regain their lost strength, they would need to conduct the war more carefully though.

She almost spoke up to offer herself as marshal before thinking better of it, her duty was to her new fiefdom and the crown, if the King wished for her to be marshal then he would offer the post to her and she would accept, until then her duty was to govern her new fief.  
Instead she considered the two presented options already offered. Two men of noble birth, each of a military mind but only one of them in her mind had what it took to perform the duties of marshal adequately.
Stepping forward she bowed before the new King.

“Your Grace, I hold no desire for the position of marshal, instead if with your permission, I would give Lord Stolt my support in seeking the position of marshal. With the orc threat on our borders he is the most knowledgeable on the matter.”