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Author Topic: How the Other Half Lives  (Read 1353 times)

Description: Desmond meets the Queen; Tag: Taryn

Offline Desmond Clery

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How the Other Half Lives
« on: Apr 20, 16, 01:05:32 PM »
Desmond Clery rode his horse into Athol District, trying to ignore the growing apprehension and imbalance building inside him. He had no dislike of Athol; it was a beautiful place, with many green fields and several farms he noted as he made his way toward the capitol. Here and there, Landen and Blood farmers and their children waved to him, even at this early morning hour. Desmond gave a small smile and waved back, unused to such friendly people and open charm. But the people weren’t the problem. The land itself wasn’t a even a problem. The Landen even charmed him by stopping to make small talk and Desmond asked a couple of them about the ruling Queen.

No one had an unflattering word about Taryn Kerry, Queen of Denford Province. Desmond wondered, truly, how well she treated the people for the reviews to be so glowing.

Still, that wasn’t what bothered him about Athol Province.

Desmond’s issue with with Athol could be summed up in a few words.

I can’t see the sea from here.” he said to both himself and his horse, Whisper. “Do you see it, Whisper? How do these people live so far from the ocean?”

Desmond sighed and adjusted the saddlebag carrying all of the official reports and tithe for Wexol Province. Father indicated his leg was bothering him too much to make the trip to Athol himself this time around, so he insisted that Desmond go and provide the information to the Queen’s Steward himself. Desmond tried to bring Drummond along, but Father was oddly well enough to nix that idea, resigning the Warlord to make the trip alone. He’d grumbled the first day or so, but he refused to take a coach to Athol.

As long as he was under the open air, he could still smell the sea, taste it on his tongue. He’d take days of travel over a quick, stuffy coach. Desmond also realized that, while he knew the length of Scelt by its coastlines and coves, he’d be hard-pressed to name some of the areas if he traveled them on land. If Father’s plan succeeded, he might only see Wexol during holidays and rare occasions.

So it was that the scion of Clan Clery arrived at the capital of Athol District, finding the place bustling near midday. Kerry Keep lay a little distance away, impressive but not overly ostentatious. He purchased a bag of apples from one of the farmers in the market, having dismounted his horse that he could take in the sights a little more. Athol hauled most of the fish for Scelt and provided much of its agriculture, things that Desmond was aware of but had never put a face to before now. When he walked through the streets and looked at the people, it reminded him how little he knew about Scelt outside of its waters. As the Naval Liaison for Wexol, Desmond was familiar with many of the sailors and seamen who piloted craft while plying their trade or defending the Territory.

Seeing Athol like this reminded him that not everyone needed the sea to survive.
He fed Whisper a few of the apples, then took one for himself, as he made his way to the Keep. The closer he got the more he noted its shape and features. Stone. Strong inside and out. The location ensured that it could stand up to the harshest weather that Scelt offered without issue. He arrived at the gate, providing his name and and stating his business, that he was here to bring to provide the tithe and accounting information to the Steward.

A few minutes to hand everything over and maybe I can go and look in on the place a bit more. Brenna would love it here. Probably find some of those plays she likes so much somewhere around.


Desmond figured that he and Drummond could come visit sometime for a drink.

Lady Kerry will see you, Lord Clery. Please, follow me.” the guard said.

No chance that the Queen was here and, even if she was, she was likely too busy to sit in--

Wait. Did he just say Lady Kerry would see him?


"Heh. No problem." Desmond said, suddenly revisiting this entire idea in his head. Maybe she wouldn't care. Perhaps she'd just make a show of the whole thing to say she was doing her duty. It wasn't like she actually cared about where the money came from, or went, as long as Wexol paid up.

He took a deep breath.

He wanted a scotch right now. Two, even.

He followed the guard into the keep, ledgers and money in hand.


Offline Taryn Kerry

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #1 on: Apr 23, 16, 11:55:51 AM »
The ongoing debate between the Triangle had begun to wear thin on Taryn’s patience. Though she had ruled Denford fairly for some time it had become clearer that she lacked some much needed support from other Clans within the Province. She might serve as Clan Queen for Clan Collins and Clan Kerry, and while they were powerful and large, it appeared that wasn’t enough especially with the discord being sowed by a subset of the former Clan Sheane.

The topic of an alliance forged by marriage had dominated the discussions that were held by Taryn and her Triangle behind closed doors. Though there were rumours beginning to circulate that the Queen of Denford might be considering an appeal for a political marriage it had never been confirmed by the lady in question.  And there were few bold enough to question Taryn directly on the topic.

“Clan Clery have sent their representative.” Osin Kerry, her Uncle and Steward, informed her. “He’s here to brief the Court on the reports and finances from Wexol.” Osin explained.

It was not uncommon for Taryn to sit in on the meetings with other Clans and listen to the briefs and reports that they gave to Osin as her Steward. She had been trained at a young age by Osin himself to understand the financial and societal implications of the reports they would receive. Those that came from Athol were ones she had grown used to and no longer needed to attend all the sessions, only when time permitted, but she didn’t have the same relationship with Wexol and it was best to hear the reports direct from the source so that she might make her own informed opinions.

“I don’t think I’ve met any from Clan Clery yet.” Taryn commented idly as she and Osin crossed from her small office and into the more comfortable and welcoming sitting room. The colours were light and airy in a welcoming manner, but the furniture was not the delicate settees that were preferred by Courts throughout the Realm; instead they were large overstuffed armchairs that were solidly made and built to hold the weight of a proper Sceltic warrior. Dainty was not something that Taryn put much stock in; after all no one would ever describe the Queen as dainty.

Taryn stood by the windows as she awaited the guest, loathe to sit down only to stand again to greet him, and Osin hovered nearby. Though it was unseasonable warm it was still too frigid to open the windows and let a light breeze into the room. Yet it was not necessary to have a fire in the grate.

There was a subtle tap on the door before it opened and the Butler showed the representative from Clan Clery into the room. “Lord Clery.” The Butler intoned by way of introduction and then silently closed the door behind the guest.

“Lord Clery, be welcome to the Court of Denford.” Osin said warmly and crossed the room to shake the man’s hand. “I’m Prince Kerry, Steward to the Court, and may I have the honour of introducing you to the Queen of Denford? Lady Kerry.” Taryn stepped forward and offered the guest her hand to buss by way of introduction.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Clery.” Taryn smiled in welcome. “Won’t you have a seat?” She motioned to the small cluster of arm chairs that were positioned cosily around a tea cart that would have looked tremendously out of place in any Dharoan drawing room, but with the large portions of hearty food looked right at home in the heart of a Sceltic Keep.

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #2 on: Apr 23, 16, 10:21:52 PM »
Desmond’s eyes studied the walls of the Keep during the journey to the Queen’s sitting room. He tried to pick out any personal touches or anything that would grant him insight in Taryn Kerry’s personality or thoughts. Clues and ideas on what she might like served to quell the fit of nerves Desmond felt as he and the butler made their way toward the Queen’s presence. He tried not to think of himself as a man headed to the gallows, but as a future Clan Laird meeting with a Queen he’d have need of someday. Even if he didn’t like her as a person or if she didn’t fancy him, Desmond knew the importance of having the Queen’s ear. His clan's continued importance in Denford hinged on the Queen’s favor. If she gave that favor to another clan, Clan Clery’s fortunes would dwindle and fade in due time.


Desmond surrendered his weapon prior to entering the Queen’s sitting room, knowing that they would not allow him to keep it upon his entrance. He wasn’t worried about it, but he still wondered how these people lived without the sea close by. In truth, Athol District was foreign to him. He expected the Queen to be more foreign still.

The decoration of the room caught his eye, as did the food. The amount of color was a bit much for him, but Desmond recognized it has his personal taste and not a fault of the designer. He preferred muted colors, except for the color of his Summer Sky and his Blood Opal jewels. However, his eyes were soon drawn away from the decoration and toward the woman he came to see.

Desmond did not expect Taryn Kerry to be attractive.

She was attractive and more. His expression was one part surprise to one part genuine interest. He quickly arranged into something more professional, as it wasn’t a good impression to stare at one’s Queen. Prince Osin Kerry stepped into view to greet him and Desmond shook the offered hand, finding himself smiling genuinely at the man.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince Kerry. Glad I could make it.

Osin introduced him to Lady Kerry, who stepped forward just then and extended her own hand. Desmond leaned forward to kiss her hand, though he never took his eyes from her own. He straightened and offered her a small smile.

Believe me, Lady Kerry, the honor and pleasure are mine.” he said, keeping his demeanor as formal and professional as possible. After all, Lady Kerry probably had her hand kissed several hundred times a day by men seeking favor, gifts, land or any number of concessions. Her smile wasn’t for him, but for his title and his position among his clan. Her words were probably repeated a thousand times a day to a number of people. Remove himself and insert any other Prince or Lord and the interaction would end the same way. That helped Desmond to fight down the pleasure at meeting the Kerry’s.

Stick to the plan, Desmond. She’s weighing and measuring you even now.

He released her hand and moved to take a seat, but only after she did and only after taking off his satchel and setting it down nearby. The food smelled wonderful, but Desmond didn’t partake. He would not do so unless Lady Kerry did first. He could not give the wrong impression now, not with his family’s reputation on the line. He represented not just the current family living, but his ancestors from generations back and future Clerys not yet born. This was a time to show his quality to his Province Queen. The only way this would be more nerve-wracking would be standing in the presence of Lady Loreniel Killian herself. He found one positive of Taryn in that moment.

She was not a Black Widow.

Thank you for taking the time to see me, Lady Kerry. I deeply appreciate it.” Desmond said, keeping his eyes focused on her own. What would it be like to speak in a thread with her? Was she just as proper inside as outside? Would she share deeper thoughts? Was she doing so with Prince Kerry even now? Probably. Desmond couldn’t help feeling outnumbered, but he wouldn’t dwell on it. That was the name of the game in politics. If you weren’t outnumbered, you weren’t challenging yourself.

First, I’d like to apologize that Prince Nolan couldn’t make the journey. He sends his regards. An injury at the shipyard sidelined him but he still wanted to come. We practically had to tie him to his chair!” Desmond said, allowing a measured laugh to escape his lips. It lasted a mere moment. He didn’t know if they’d find the jest amusing so he didn’t want to make it awkward by laughing too long. His mannerisms and actions seemed to be carefully selected as though gauging what the pair of them might expect from a Lord like himself.

Damn, but he wanted a whisky just now.

I’ve brought the quarter’s tithe and reports to go over, if you’d like to start immediately, Lady Kerry.” Desmond said, unsure of her schedule and not wanting to waste her or her Steward’s time.


Offline Taryn Kerry

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #3 on: Jul 24, 16, 03:56:30 PM »
The representative sent by Clan Clery was surprisingly young, Taryn observed as he took her and in greeting. The Clans more commonly sent an older member of the Clan; there were those who assumed age equated to experience and talent. While raw talent could not replace long time experience there was some truth to that assumption, but that was not always the case. There were many who looked at her age and make unfair presumptions, after all.


The Warlord was pleasant in demeanor and on the eyes, though Taryn steadfastly ignored those particular thoughts as she engaged with their guest. His charming smile was an improvement over the bearded Lairds she more commonly entertained in these rooms. Osin had given her a briefing on the man’s accomplishments and even those didn’t necessarily align to the youth she saw standing before her. He wasn’t young, certainly older than she, but for the successes he had amounted she would have sooner expected a gray beard to a handsome, and clean cut, ginger Navy man.

Taryn arranged a small plate of the Sceltic treats to place before her on the table; which indicated to the men present that they could serve themselves. The shortbread was tempting but for the moment she kept her hands politely folded in her lap. *You too, Uncle.* She nudged Osin on a thread and he reached forward to place a piece of shortbread on a plate as well.

“I’m honoured to meet a member of Clan Clery, Lord Desmond.” Taryn assured him, and they were words truthfully spoken.

It was Taryn’s goal to meet many of the Clans she was unfamiliar with now that she was the Queen of Denford. Certainly she took all available opportunities to introduce herself to Clan liaisons, Lairds or Queens when they visited the Kerry Keep on official business.

“Please send my well wishes to Prince Nolan upon your return.” Taryn offered politely after she covered a quiet laugh with her hand. Though the image that came to mind was not of the faceless Prince Nolan being tied to a chair but doing the very same to her Steward, Uncle Osin, if the tables were turned.

*Don’t think about it, lassie.* Osin informed her, as if he had read her thoughts, and she briefly smiled with fondness at the older gentleman.

“Thank you for delivering these in person, Lord Desmond. We’re grateful for your time and effort. I’m keen to hear how your quarter has been going.” Winter, and the transition into a late spring this year, were always difficult times in Scelt. With the Clery Clan being more aligned to the water, and ship building, she wondered if they would have been as impacted by the poor weather patterns.

Osin seemed comfortable enough allowing Taryn to take the lead of the meeting; it was not uncommon for their guests to want to interact more with the Queen than her Steward. That was one of the many reasons that Osin had trained her in how to manage these types of meetings and in the knowledge she would need to hold her own throughout.

Offline Desmond Clery

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #4 on: Jul 24, 16, 08:55:10 PM »
Only when Taryn partook of the refreshments on the table did Desmond join her, choosing a scone to enjoy while she spoke. She was very easy on the eyes and that immediately raised a flag in Desmond’s mind. Taryn Kerry was clearly beautiful, well-spoken, and a Queen. She could likely have any man in Denford warming her bed. For all Desmond knew, she did just that. Yet her Steward was here with her and her First Escort or Consort was nowhere in sight. Desmond didn’t want to make any assumptions based on that, but it did make him wonder what her personality was like outside of these controlled circumstances.

I will certainly deliver your well wishes. He’ll be glad to hear them.” Desmond said, resisting the urge to try for another joke. He’d gotten her chuckle a little bit, though he wasn’t sure if that was due to his joke or if she really was on a thread with her Steward, taking his measure. In any case, Desmond thought it best to get down to business, where he could take her measure and determine if he wanted to go through with his father’s plan to get closer to this woman. After all, Father wanted him to get close enough to be her husband someday.

The more he knew, the better he’d do.

Thus far, the quarter’s been all right. We did have a few problems with the prevalence of some spring storms that caused some work delay. Clery Shipyards is workin’ overtime to make up those lost days, but not at the cost of quality. Dharoans may have master craftsmanship on their vessels, but I’d put any Sceltic ship against theirs any day of the week. And against any Dhemlanese vessel as well.” Desmond said.

His words may have sounded like boasting and, truth be told, he was proud of every man and woman who worked for the shipyards. But Drummond knew the business and he knew the craft of shipbuilding, passed down from generation to generation of Clerys before now. That would continue on until the end of time, if Desmond had his way.

I must ask you both to forgive me, but this is my first time in Athol since I was a wee one. How’s the weather treating you in these parts? I hope nothing’s interfered with planting season.” he said, looking as well to Osin to include him in the discussion before returning his gaze to Taryn. Desmond figured that the more both of them spoke, the harder it would be to coordinate their thoughts in his regard. It didn’t matter to him either way, but if Osin’s view of him was positive, it would only boost her final estimation of Desmond.

She valued him enough to keep in the room during the discussion, so she valued his advice. Desmond vowed to remember that for future interactions. He bit into his scone and noted the taste.

Gonna need to get the recipe from the chef for these.


Offline Taryn Kerry

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #5 on: Sep 06, 16, 11:21:29 AM »
Taryn had only just banished the image of her Uncle tied to a chair when Desmond turned to more serious topic matters. Where other Queens would grow bored of numbers and these kind of updates Taryn was admittedly enthralled by the discussions. While Oisin would do the double checking of the numbers after their meeting she liked to be in the thick of it all especially now with the change of her circumstances. Still, the change in responsibilities would not stop her from escaping after this session to practice with her bow while Oisin ran the numbers and counted the tithe.

Desmond, she noted, was well versed in Protocl as he waited for her to partake in the refreshment before helping himself. There were plenty of guests she received that did not understand that basic of Protocol. It was no wonder other Territories viewed them as barbarians.

The story of spring storms delaying critical work in Wexol was common this year. *Do we know what precautions Wexol has in place for storm warnings or protection spells?* She asked her Uncle as she listened to the report from Clan Clery.

*Ask the Prince, lass.* Her Uncle replied patiently. Taryn would've preferred a straight forward answer rather than to ask a question she should have otherwise already known the answer to.

"The weather has been stormy in Athol as well," Oisin replied. "It seems much of Denford has been impacted. We hear similar reports from Tramore and Kilvary, with Kilvary having taking a very large hit this spring." The reports had appeared several weeks ago from the Courts of Kilvary and Tramore respectively. Apparently Oisin had sent a similar one from Denford to the sister Courts as well.

Taryn hesitated only a moment before proceeding with her question, even if it weakened her presence within the room. "What precautions do you have against the weather, Prince Clery? We've been investing time and energy from the Court to identify what can realistically be done regarding weather watching and weather proofing. The Court is considering hiring a 'weather witch' from Dhemlan, if we can manage it, to assist the Province in getting better warnings in place." The tithes that he carried would be of great assistance for such an enterprise. "What we're struggling with is trying to find an efficient way to fortify fields and businesses on the cusp of a storm. It's not quite as easy as hearth craft to fortify chairs or protect ancient tapestries." The area was significantly larger and the elements needing protection often living.

Offline Desmond Clery

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #6 on: Sep 06, 16, 08:47:24 PM »
Desmond did not immediately speak when Taryn laid out the issues with the weather and the effect it had had on businesses across Scelt. His brother, Drummond, had advised him of much of what Taryn was telling him during their last talk. But it was good to hear the Queen taking it as seriously as his brother and father took it. Desmond had noted, in Dhemlan, that many of the rulers were insulated from the people and their concerns. He felt that Loreniel Killian fell into the same trap as well. Taryn’s questioning raised his estimation of her a notch, as well as her solution to the problem.

Well, our weatherproofing is a good deal the same as everyone else’s, Lady Kerry. Really, I believe you have the right idea in figuring out how to gauge when the storms are coming. Once they’re on us, it’s really a roll of the dice. But more weather witches would put us in a good place to make sure we have our preparations are in place when the storms arrive.” Desmond said.

That bein’ said, hiring one from Dhemlan is going to cost you a shiny mark. The long-lived might help us, but...they’ll make us pay for askin’. I’ve sailed with a number of them.” he said.

I do think it would be a better long-term investment if we started looking into using our own weather witches and training more. It'll require us doing things we don’t normally do, but we’ll be better for it in the long run.” Desmond said.



Offline Taryn Kerry

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #7 on: Sep 12, 16, 11:34:57 AM »
The cost of acquiring training for Black Widows within Scelt to learn the arts of a Weather witch would be expensive, Taryn was well aware. After reviewing the coffers for Denford Taryn and her Triangle and determined that they could finance a small budget without jeopardizing their reserves.

The coffers had suffered for the Province of Denford under the reign of Eirne Sheane. Oisin, and a few trusted members of her Circles, were running an investigation to determine where the money and goods had vanished to. Taryn didn’t have much hope that they would uncover much about what Eirne Sheane had used the money and goods for, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to learn the truth. Taryn doubted that if the money was put towards altruistic purposes that the Sheane Court would have documented it correctly in the ledgers. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to uncover more wrongdoing by the former Court, given the state of the Territory and the current bias against the Sheanes. The fallen, and now defunct, Clan didn’t need anyone kicking them while they were down.

There was also the cultural challenge that weather witches in Dhemlan were Black Widows. The Court of Denford had next to no relationship with the Coven of Scelt. Black Widows were rightfully weary of the Province and of any potential roles being offered within it. While Taryn had managed to acquire a Court Seer she was admittedly skittish around the woman and unsure of any loyalties that she might possess.

“The recommendation is certainly one I will take under advisement.” Taryn said smoothly with a warm smile that carefully masked the roiling emotions within. What else could she say? Commitment was not an offering she was ready to make for such an endeavour.

Oisin expertly stepped in to fill the brief void of conversation. “It is important that we understand the challenges and needs of the Districts that report into this Court, Lord Clery.” He said in a complimentary tone. “Were there any other concerns that Wexol or Clery wished to voice to the Queen? Now that you have her ear for a time.” The fatherly smile set Taryn at ease as the fear and varying levels of concern receded.




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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #8 on: Sep 12, 16, 10:06:42 PM »
Taryn said she’d take his suggestion under advisement. The people of Scelt distrusted and disliked Black Widows on principle. It had been that way since before his father’s father was born and it was likely to stay that way for a long time yet. Desmond considered the ways of Black Widows strange and mystic, but his time in Dhemlan had altered his perception of the Caste. Black Widows in Dhemlan were respected and looked to for their wisdom and their ability to see the future. Many of them were Weather Witches as well and Desmond believed that using the Black Widows of Scelt could only improve things for Denford as a whole.


Better than the alternative, in his mind.

When Oisin asked if there were other matters Desmond wanted to address, Desmond straightened up, realizing he was being granted and open floor to speak. He’d thought to leave this to a future meeting, but if Taryn would hear him out now, so much the better. At least getting things into her mind would allow her to think on them. That would let him work on her in the future.

In fact, there is something I’d discuss with Lady Kerry and the Court.” Desmond said.

Clan Sheane has been destroyed. We all know this. They ruled Wexol for a long, long time and that provided stability to the District. Now that they’re gone, that leaves a power vacuum. Clan Clery is the largest Clan in Wexol and we’re ready to step forward and guide the District. We’ve been handling things since the Sheanes were convicted.

We’d like to know that you’d support us if we step forward to lead Wexol District and continue to keep things on an even keel.
” Desmond said.


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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #9 on: Dec 30, 16, 01:57:47 PM »
Scelt was a Territory that was frequently challenged by its own history and bias. As a Queen in Scelt those challenges were also heavily felt by Taryn. The impact of them was not merely in the history books and in student’s studies but impacted her day to day dealings.  Knowing the prejudices of the Territory meant that she would be challenged to back a program to train or even bring weather witches from Dhemlan to the Territory, and in particular to Denford. Yet she didn’t dare dismiss such a strong suggestion out of hand and would seek to better understand the pros and cons against such a decision. After all, Denford held the strongest bias against the Black Widows between the three Provinces.

It didn’t surprise Taryn that Desmond Cleary had another topic he wanted to address, when Oisin gave him the opening.  The mention of the destruction of Clan Sheane made Taryn sit up straighter and brace for the inevitable pain when that name was mentioned in her Court.  Memories of the scene with Niamh Sheane played out in her mind and left a bitter taste of regret and soured frustration in her mouth.

There was a sense of relief as Desmond presented the Court with solutions to their ongoing problems in the wake of the Sheane power vacuum, rather than further challenges. Her Court had been on the receiving end of frustration from many of the Sheane allies, and accusations that carried a disturbing weight of truth with them.

Desmond’s points were correct. Clan Cleary was the largest Clan remaining in Wexol though they were not the most influential necessarily. It was a topic of discussion among her Triangle but it was not one that they had weighed heavily upon just yet, as there were far greater challenges facing her rule. Though to establish an ally as the leaders of Wexol would be tremendously helpful. Yet Clearly didn’t have a Queen to back as the District Leader.

“Clan Cleary has proven their friendship to Clan Kerry and this Court of Denford.” Taryn said with the greatest respect. “Cleary has proven to be a formidable ally, but with all due respect Prince Desmond, what Queen would you have lead the District?” As far as she was aware Cleary did not have a Queen.


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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #10 on: Jan 20, 17, 09:21:41 AM »
Taryn did not dismiss him out of hand and Desmond took that as the opening he needed to float his idea. She could shut him down but if he suggested his course now, he could revisit the idea later. His eyes briefly flicked down to Taryn’s lips for a moment, and he licked his own lips for a minute. The outright destruction of the Sheanes by Clan Killian was a sore topic in Denford that would change for a few generations. Wexol needed to be taken care now, however, and Desmond’s family was in the best position to make that happen.

We don’t have a Queen as of yet, Lady Kerry. We’ve had hard luck on that front for some time. But Clan Clery wants what is best for the Wexol District and all the people living within. My family would rule Wexol and keep the day-to-day operations going while we work with the other clans within Wexol to find a Queen. We’ll search vigorously and we’ll vet any we come across.” Desmond said, looking deep to Taryn’s eyes as he spoke. Damn if she didn’t have the most beautiful eyes he’d seen in forever. Desmond had never felt a bond with a Queen, but Taryn Kerry gave him pause. She made him think about things he had no business thinking about.

He was here on a mission. Sticking to it would keep him out of trouble.

Of course, we will keep you involved at every step in the process. Once we’ve have a number of selections, or a unanimous choice agreed upon by the clans, I’d bring that information to you for your own review and your final decision. You are the ruler here in Denford and we want to maintain that respect as well.” Desmond said.

The Warlord sat back in his chair and crossed his legs at the knee, hoping that Lady Kerry didn’t think him overly ambitious or overstepping his boundaries. But he’d come to her today with issues, as he saw them, along with solutions to the problems, as he saw them. She could laugh him out of the room right now. She could throw him out and tell him not to come back. She could make some noises about “considering everything she’s heard” and dismiss him, then never respond after that. Each of those actions were well within her rights as the Ruler of Denford.

Desmond Clery, however, believed he’d reached something within her. Or he’d given her something to think about, something that would earn him an honest response no matter her feelings about him personally.

Moreover, Desmond was confident that he and Taryn Kerry would get along more each time they met.


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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #11 on: May 06, 17, 12:23:23 PM »
The vacancy in Wexol was a burr beneath Taryn’s saddle, so to speak, but she had never intended to outsource the process of locating an appropriate Queen to rule the District. It was ultimately her responsibility to ensure that the villages and Districts under her leadership within the Denford Province were fairly staffed with competent and capable leaders.

Taryn studied Desmond as he spoke and had to admit that he fit the criteria needed of competent and capable, but a Warlord was not a sound leader for Blood communities. Competence and capability would be needed to help identify and groom an appropriate Queen for Wexol, however.

*You have your hands full with the day to day job of ruling Denford, never mind the work you do in rehousing former members of Clan Sheane.* Osin reminded her gently, a private word between the Steward and Queen. There was much that Taryn was doing behind the scenes to find homes for those who wanted safety under the care of another Clan. Many Sheanes had wound up adopted by Clan Kerry already, but not all were comfortable remaining in the Province’s feature spotlight.

“While your offer is incredibly generous, Lord Desmond, it would be irresponsible of me to outsource such a monumental decision for the District of Wexol.” Taryn’s words were spoken without malice, but with kindness. “However, given the circumstances that Denford currently faces I would be foolish to ignore such a generous offer outright. Perhaps we can come to some kind of compromise that would grant me greater oversight on the search?”

The Warlord was a very convincing man, Taryn decided. Prior to this meeting between them she would never have considered giving up any of her responsibilities. Yet his earnest argument had nearly convinced her to do just that; there was something in his eyes that Taryn was attracted to and moved to trust. That meant that Desmond Clery could be dangerous to Taryn’s success if such trust was misplaced.

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Re: How the Other Half Lives
« Reply #12 on: Oct 24, 18, 10:44:23 AM »
Desmond’s expression was calm and friendly, but he was inwardly nervous. Queens were perceptive creatures and Desmond had made a bold request. Would she see him as grasping beyond his station? He was, but he wanted her to see that he was here to provide solutions to problems, rather than making her provide all the answers. Desmond’s ambition served him well over the years, and made him a leader of men.

It would make him more powerful, soon enough.

Desmond listened while Taryn explained that it would irresponsible to grant his request, she couldn’t ignore his offer outright. It was a face-saving maneuver and one that she didn’t have to engage in, so Desmond respected her a little more for doing it. She suggested a compromise and that brought a smile to the Warlord’s face. Taryn wanted to retain her power. That made sense, especially given that Desmond was a new person to her. His father might have been able to make the request with more leeway, but he wasn’t Nolan. All the same, Desmond was nodding in agreement with the Province Queen.

Yes, Lady Taryn, by all means. I apologize if my request at all indicated that I wouldn’t keep you in the loop at every step. It’s just that I talk to my friends, my neighbors, and even a lot of people who don’t like me much.” he said, chuckling at that.

They’ve got concerns and they hope that, however you choose to rule us next, is going to keep those in mind. They also want you to know their hopes and ideas for the future. I’m really just a messenger. But given the company...I’m glad to deliver as many messages as you all want, if it means running into you more often.” he said, smiling.

But I think that I know just how to set this up so that we’re working together on this. Do you have a bit more time to talk? I know you’re busy and all…

When Taryn indicated that she did, in fact, have more time for him, Desmond smiled. He outlined the idea in mind, letting her ask questions and fill in the blanks as she needed. In truth, they really only needed fifteen minutes to iron out the basics and a few specifics that made Taryn feel a bit more confident and in-control of the process.

The extra forty-five minutes he spent making her smile?

Those were an excellent bonus.


~The End~