Prince Aral Otharion V
The Palace
The hall was still bustling with servants and a few clusters of milling nobles when the scholar entered the audience chamber and presented himself before the Prince. Aral looked on in trepidation, he easily recognized the scholar whom his father had employed for very particular, and discreet purposes. The very same purposes the scholar was heavily implying to everyone within earshot. With a wave of his hand, Aral dismissed everyone from the audience chamber. Servants and guards ushered them out politely as the scholar continued. The previous king, your father? he thought, as if he had never noticed his father was busy running a Kingdom. He sighed.
"Your sense of subtlety could use some...improvement, scholar," he said with a frown. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a coronation to prepare for. A matter which you are delaying," he said, standing up and dismissing the scholar for the moment. "For your own safety, I suggest you learn discretion," and with that he retreated through a side door that lead to the palace halls. His footsteps were hurried as he made his way to his chambers, where he imagined Janir would be waiting. That scholar unsettled him, his lingering gaze was not something the Prince wished for. He would have to find a way to employ his services discreetly, or privately. He did not want him working on cohesion with the Constabulary.
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