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The uncle winced as Opal spoke into his ear; quiet as she was, he was sitting between two quite attentive individuals. While the prince was less inclined to listen to such things, and may come to a... fairly harmless conclusion of the nature of the whispers, the ice mage was less accommodating in his judgements. He kept a straight face and simply began eating, wondering what damage to his hard-earned schemes was dealt by such words spoken aloud in the public setting. He saw the mage eyeball him between careful bites, and paid no mind to the expressions he received. He'd have to work quickly, with his own merits, to depose the mage. He hoped the mage was not forming similar ideas.

Which of course the studious cloaked individual besides him was. His hearing was not advanced too far, but he had enough. He'd work to eliminate them both... in time. The three men finished breakfast and said goodbye; the prince and his uncle left to a side parlor, while the ice mage made his way to where the lord would meet his king.

The guards, upon dragging the nobleman into a fairly obscure room, cursed and muttered about reviving him. It took a bucket of water to even fully establish that he was, yes, alive, but in a very deep sleep. It took two maids to verify that his sleep was slightly unnatural, almost coma-like, some fifteen minutes later. It took the head maid's visit to an alchemist, another fifteen minutes worth, to bring a potion that would revive him. The man finally awoke and looked around, seeing maids and guards around him, and began to growl at them in protest. The maids departed with a wave of one of the guard's hands, and they lead the grumbling, still slightly dizzy nobleman towards the chambers of the king, followed by a small but growing crew of maids, passing curious faces, and curious noblemen. Among the noblemen, near the front, was the ice mage.

The noble was lead to the king's royal chamber; unlike the rest of the palace, it lacked much of the grandeur one would expect of such a place. The room was fairly dim, filled with candles, and featured stone pillars surrounding a relatively small space. There was a circle in the room, space enough for the currently empty stone throne of the king; in front of the throne, enough space for 2-3 people to stand before him. The outsides had quite a bit more space to work with, allowing several dozen people to be in attendance. The outside of the room filled with curious faces, and the fat lord stood before the empty throne, - poorly - attempting to appear confident.

A door at the back of the room opened. Stepping in was the king himself, an older man, presently clad in long brown robes with purple streaks. His eyes wandered quickly, briefly scanning the faces of everyone in attendance, his look not far from the inquisitive glances of the ice mage. Those in front of him began to bow, but he waved his hands adamantly for them to stand just as quickly before he stepped into the circle and took a slow seat, pinning the nobleman before him with his gaze.
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