05-17-2018, 05:35 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;"]THE FEAR OF FALLING APART
As they gathered, the male sat in silence. His eyes traced each figure that moved their way into the meeting all and then to the next, only to stop when the seats were filled. Frederick, straightening out, pressed against the podium. Preemptively, his throat cleared. "I think we have a mutual understanding of today's meeting," he boomed at they began to silence promptly. As they fell quiet, he spoke softer. "We are here to discuss our peacetime plans. As we wait for Blackfall to set up camp, we will be conducting ourselves accordingly and preparing for a possible oncoming war." Though, if Blackfall held their morals, they would cause no harm... He doubted that. Frederick's teeth gritted together as the thought crossed his mind, but he continued on nevertheless with a dull, expressionless face.
Fingers drummed on the podium. "First of all, like I mentioned previously, spies will be dealt with. If you have any ideas for spies, let me know..." His eyes drifted towards Mordecai's direction then onto Bianca's. Later on, he stared in Elias' general direction and attempted to meet his gaze, as it was a political move to gain the attention of his subjects. Trust was in the eyes, apparently.
"Next, we will be throwing our men into training." More specifically, the army they had gathered over time. "Anyone who was interested in being a militant may apply their skills within this session," Frederick announced. Anyone. No limits. A wise and dangerous move on his part, but the sovereign knew it was a necessary action in helping them move on. With that response, they needed a proper general. "Bianca," he barked suddenly. "I would like to request you to be my general." Frederick's brown brow rose up inquisitively, questioning her response. She was young, but old enough to become of a member of their regime. Plus, it didn't hurt to try new people out. Speaking of which! "Also, Elias, would you mind pouring us a drink later on in celebration of-" Admittedly, he just wanted a drink. There wasn't necessarily a reason for him to be requesting such things. "Bianca's promotion... and peace?" Who didn't love a good drink to that?
As they gathered, the male sat in silence. His eyes traced each figure that moved their way into the meeting all and then to the next, only to stop when the seats were filled. Frederick, straightening out, pressed against the podium. Preemptively, his throat cleared. "I think we have a mutual understanding of today's meeting," he boomed at they began to silence promptly. As they fell quiet, he spoke softer. "We are here to discuss our peacetime plans. As we wait for Blackfall to set up camp, we will be conducting ourselves accordingly and preparing for a possible oncoming war." Though, if Blackfall held their morals, they would cause no harm... He doubted that. Frederick's teeth gritted together as the thought crossed his mind, but he continued on nevertheless with a dull, expressionless face.
Fingers drummed on the podium. "First of all, like I mentioned previously, spies will be dealt with. If you have any ideas for spies, let me know..." His eyes drifted towards Mordecai's direction then onto Bianca's. Later on, he stared in Elias' general direction and attempted to meet his gaze, as it was a political move to gain the attention of his subjects. Trust was in the eyes, apparently.
"Next, we will be throwing our men into training." More specifically, the army they had gathered over time. "Anyone who was interested in being a militant may apply their skills within this session," Frederick announced. Anyone. No limits. A wise and dangerous move on his part, but the sovereign knew it was a necessary action in helping them move on. With that response, they needed a proper general. "Bianca," he barked suddenly. "I would like to request you to be my general." Frederick's brown brow rose up inquisitively, questioning her response. She was young, but old enough to become of a member of their regime. Plus, it didn't hurt to try new people out. Speaking of which! "Also, Elias, would you mind pouring us a drink later on in celebration of-" Admittedly, he just wanted a drink. There wasn't necessarily a reason for him to be requesting such things. "Bianca's promotion... and peace?" Who didn't love a good drink to that?
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