Jackal Among Snakes

Multiple servants pushed aside two gargantuan marble doors that marked the entrance to a vast estate. The place did not have a grandiose garden or a walkway that housed statues as Argrave had seen elsewhere. Indeed, it was quite compact, fitting in alongside several other markedly unique yet similarly ostentatious mansions. Innumerable patricians made their home along the riverside, and the Dandalan family was no different. To make one’s home beside the river was a matter of prestige.

Argrave glanced around the inside of the mansion. The marble on the floor had patterns marked—golden flourishes so well-integrated as to appear part of the marble. From the main hall, one could see the other three stories of the mansion, each and all overlooking the main portion just opposite the doorway. Several members of the Dandalan family looked down on Argrave, Anneliese, Elenore and Melanie. If this visit did not go well, their presence would surely be announced to the rest of the city.

Argrave grabbed the wide-brimmed tellerbarret with two fingers, adjusting it. Though he did not like the clothes that had puffed up sleeves and legs, he had to admit the hat was quite nice. He felt like some sort of desperado, dressed in all black and bearing a golden plume on his hat. A desperado or a pimp, he supposed.

The dress for women was not as bizarre as that for men. Melanie came as a guard, so she wore the same things as ever. Elenore looked nice, bearing a modest green dress that had gold markings at points. Relize was still the colder north, so dresses were not so exposing. And Anneliese… Argrave could hardly take his eyes off her. With her long white hair bound in a half-crown braid, her amber eyes shining even more brilliantly than the jewels of the same color lining her white dress… in Argrave’s eyes, she looked like someone right out of myth.

Their party of four stepped within the mansion, and the servants once again strained to shut the heavy marble doors behind them. Argrave felt quite exposed without Galamon and Durran with him for this, but bringing so many people might antagonize the Leopold in some way. It didn’t matter too much, though—Anneliese had scouted the mansion thoroughly, and no one waited in ambush.

A prominent Dandalan family member, Ansgar, waited in the central hall before them. He stepped forward towards their group, and gave a polite, almost ritualistic bow.

“Welcome, princess Elenore. And—"

“If we go by status, you should greet the two beside me first,” Elenore interrupted.

Argrave said nothing—this had been premeditated. If they were to present Argrave as the claimant to the throne, it had to be clear that Argrave was not a subordinate, and rather it was Elenore that was hierarchically beneath him.

Ansgar looked up and ran a hand across his long beard. “Then I offer my greeting to Argrave and his fiancée, and to the princess Elenore.”

Argrave nodded. “Well met.”

“I would take you to meet the patriarch now,” Ansgar said formally.

“Lead,” Argrave nodded.

The Dandalan bowed once again, turned on his heel, and walked into the heart of the mansion. Elenore held Argrave’s arm with her own, still insisting she never expose the fact she was no longer hindered by her loss of sight. Ansgar, fortunately, was quite accommodating of this.

They headed down a long, straight hallway, right towards the opposite side of the mansion. Many of the Dandalan family had gathered here—Argrave could spot some similar traits in their face. The Dandalans had thick brows, did not seem to grow bald no matter the age, and were generally of average height. They all seemed to have angry faces, man or woman.

Argrave arrived at a familiar double door of dark wood. Leopold Dandalan was beyond. Ansgar stepped up, and gingerly knocked thrice.

“Enter,” a gruff, powerful voice answered back.

Instead of a back wall, two large glass doors exited out onto a balcony that overlooked the river. The Dandalan patriarch did not seem to be much more than a vaguely angry-looking old man, his back slightly hunched from age. He had a well-kept white beard and kept his vaguely long hair slicked back with something that made

his hands wide. “Princes, princesses, come to the estate of a glorified bureaucrat with too many children. Come in, come in. Ooh—careful now, watch the head,” he commentated

stopped by Ansgar. The three of

two bright young ladies grace my halls like balm to a burn.” He ran a hand across his beard, looking to Anneliese. “Well, perhaps you are young—this one is elven, and

am needed, father,” Ansgar said, shutting the

The man’s brown eyes jumped between the three of them. “Well, sit. No time for ceremony, politeness. One of you has broken their mandate to stay locked up in a little greenhouse, and the other is wanted all throughout the north for killing his

your time, Leopold,” Argrave said, the first to

scratched his cheek, staring

to meet otherwise,” Argrave

talent. And your fiancée… some more big people on the way, it would seem. Big people

smiled, reminded of uncomfortable meetings with his grandparents.

way to ask me for passage on a

lap. “You read our message. What did you gain from

war,” Leopold tapped the table. “Machine for your war against Vasquer, that is. You would think

city,” Argrave shook his head. “With the amount of guards you patricians alone have, you can rival any

yet again…” Leopold took a deep breath. “Alright. What’s your bid? Not your offer, but your plan,” Leopold waved his hand, clarifying the word ‘bid.’ “Get right to it. No

in favor of an absolute leader. This is decided by vote. You’ve built up a large powerbase here in Relize—instead of going after prestige and status, you’ve been working with the merchant families who can’t obtain patrician status after the Rescindment of Profligacy and Corruption. I think you can

me owner of Relize?” Leopold asked neutrally. “Its count? Or duke, perhaps, given

to its old system after the war is finished. The only reason Relize has become as large as it is stems from its mercantilist, competitive roots. I don’t think a

in, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth.

that?”

placing the toothpick back in his mouth. “Not of Relize, that’s for

crossing one leg over the other. “…yeah. Yeah, it’s reasonable. It’s possible. People are scared—they want a leader. I’m respected, I think. Maybe I’m an out of touch, delusional

this issue,” Argrave suggested, and Anneliese nodded with

bluntly. “Could fracture the realm further if you ever sit in the Dragon Palace. And sustained hostilities are

claimant here,” Argrave said. “And the south will support me. With Relize on my side, the war will be

case, I’d be king,” Leopold leaned in on his desk. “All I

“I consider myself a very fortunate soul. And I think you would

to see, lovers-at-arms fighting against an old man’s words. Well…” Leopold sighed. “I am glad that Induen is dead. More of a bastard than you are, Argrave. Took thousands of gold from my pockets. And I’ve heard the tales of him. Killed

missing. Levin fractures the realm again, naming himself king of an independent realm of Atrus. Argrave alone can unite the realm. And of all living descendants, he is

Eugh…” the aged patriarch rubbed his face. “I shouldn’t have to think about this. Why can’t you