"You certainly will not!" intterupted Cecil' "The Phoenixian Guard is an age old order that already has a fine commander and a more respectable man for the job than yourself."
"Careful with that tongue of yours. It almost hurt my pride. Too bad I lost that in the Black Plague."
"Silence!" ordered Matthias, "Garen. If you take up that role then who shall control the borders and the men posted at them?"
"Fuck the borders! It's not protection from the outside you'll need. You'll need protected from the inside from spies and assassins. The borders have walls and men manning them, your throat does not, you need a man you know as much as a brother."
"This is madness! I wont have it! Not this mongrel in control of the Phoenixian Guard!" coughed Cecil.
"Nor I!" supported Yakob.
"Perhaps we should give the man a chance." reasoned Janic as he fingered his black moustache and goatee beard. He was an idealist and an honest, trusting and trustworthy man.
"I will take him as commander." said Matthias, "But you must pick another to command the borders."
"My sons are already doing that as we speak so it's not a problem."
"Oh yeah. You have something like seven don't you?"
"Aye." snorted Garen, "I trust them boys with my life. They wont fail you and if they do I'll cut my own throat."
"This is proposterous!" said Cecil, "Your Magesty! What would Andrew think of this if he were here?"
"He would be the King so it would be his problem not mine. He would tell me to go with what I feel. He always did." replied Matthias.
"I think a glass of wine all around would be for the best. To calm us all down." smiled Janic as he poured out the wine and served it around the table.
Matthias sipped his freshly poured wine; "Alright everyone. I know little about the realm so I would ask of you to teach me who our allies are."
"Well Your Magesty." smirked Yakob; "As of yet we have no enemies anywhere. However there is an uprising in the North-East in the Kingdom of Japorcar."
"Why is that?"
Garen gulped his wine down most of it dripping down his chin and onto his jerkin; "Place has no King and everyone wants the throne."
"I see. What of the West?"
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