King Iedolas Solidor
Grand Duke of House Solidor
Audiences with the other Nine Houses was always a boring thing. Although they never came out their castles in the ring cities, Iedolas had a disliking about having to discuss every single matter with them first. They respected his authority, but money was always a horrible thought among the Dukes of Houses Juoni and Tyrell, always greedy elzeris thinking about their own pockets instead of the long term profits.
As he was soon to call it a day, he had yet but one more meeting that day. The sort that he hated even more, for family squabbles were always something that he avoid it. When speaking to Princess Lunafreya he always kept a firm hand and had the last word with the impatient little elf, when speaking to Ashelia he did nothing more then to remind her that it was her duty as a Solidor to do as she was told, but those were different, and although he had seventeen children, Iedolas knew that. The Dragul Twins, dealing with them was a real pain for him, they became too powerful, too hungry for warmongering and eager to climb the steps of chaos in the galaxy. Even if they didn't knew that already.
The Enclave did their best to train them. Train them to reach the balance between light and dark, to reach the gray, to ascend more then the decaying Sith and Jedi of their teachings, but even so, hard it was for him to look at them and feel itself taken by compassion, and the fatherly love that he should have. But what wrong with that? He feared and hated his father, but did as told, for he understood what the word respect truly was.
“Send them in.”, Iedolas said in a harsh tone of voice to his personal intendant.
As he was soon to call it a day, he had yet but one more meeting that day. The sort that he hated even more, for family squabbles were always something that he avoid it. When speaking to Princess Lunafreya he always kept a firm hand and had the last word with the impatient little elf, when speaking to Ashelia he did nothing more then to remind her that it was her duty as a Solidor to do as she was told, but those were different, and although he had seventeen children, Iedolas knew that. The Dragul Twins, dealing with them was a real pain for him, they became too powerful, too hungry for warmongering and eager to climb the steps of chaos in the galaxy. Even if they didn't knew that already.
The Enclave did their best to train them. Train them to reach the balance between light and dark, to reach the gray, to ascend more then the decaying Sith and Jedi of their teachings, but even so, hard it was for him to look at them and feel itself taken by compassion, and the fatherly love that he should have. But what wrong with that? He feared and hated his father, but did as told, for he understood what the word respect truly was.
“Send them in.”, Iedolas said in a harsh tone of voice to his personal intendant.