The next morning Matthias was wakened by knocking on his bedroom door. Danielle had already left as she had planned to visit her cousins in Castuanius. She had took Rupert with her to give Matthias a little break from family matters and allow him to focus on being the King.
"Your Magesty." said Cecil.
"What is it Cecil?" yawned Matthias. He threw on his purple dressing gown and opened the door to Cecil.
"We are holding a council meeting and your presence is requested."
"I wont be able to do much. I know very little about the realm and who's killing who."
"It matters not. You need to learn and now is a good time, because the realm is fairly peaceful."
"Fairly? What's happening?"
"Get dressed and meet me at the council hall. All will be revealed at the meeting." Cecil bowed to the King and walked down the grand hallway.
"I'd better get dressed." thought Matthias.Matthias had a stimulating soak in his grand bath that was connected to his enormous bedroom. After his bath, Matthias patted himself dry and changed into a white doublet and covered it with a tanned leather jerkin with a yellow Phoenix printed on the right breast. He pulled up his brown breeches and laced them up. He sunk his feet into his soft leather boots and threw a striking yellow cloak over his shoulder and connected it with a brooch at the front just below his neck. The cloak matched the yellow Phoenix on his left breast and it too bore a Phoenix in it's center. He wasn't one for swords but he attached his sheath to his belt and drew his sword fingering the edge and looking along the blade. It was a gift from Andrew when he was made a Lord and when he wore it he felt like Andrew was standing right beside him in whatever task he faced. Matthias placed on a new item that he had not yet grown used too on his head. The crown. It pushed down his fringe and made his hair cover his eyes a little but he managed to brush the hair out of his eyes. He walked down the long and twisting corridors until he approached the double doors of the council room. He took a deep breath and pulled the door open and entered the council chamber.
"Ah the King has arrived." said Cecil.
"And he looks dressed for war!" laughed Yakob. Matthias had never liked nor trusted him. He always seemed to have an all seeing eye and all hearing ears. He always would snigger and giggle and had a negative vibe about him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realise this was a fashion contest and since I am now King I shall wear whatever I desire." said Matthias sternly.
"That being said Your Majesty. You have to hold up the Phoenix name and honour." persuaded Cecil.
"Enough small talk. Let's start this meeting for fuck sake!" coughed Garen. He lay slouched in the wooden chair with his muddy boots planted right on the table and a dark hood pulled over his face.
"Garen?" said Matthias, "I thought you rode to the border."
Garen removed his feet from the table and pulled his hood back; "I decided it wouldn't be wise to leave you in a room full of manipulative basterds by yourself. That's why I decided to take the role of your personal bodyguard and request control of the Royal Phoenixian Guard."