The steward of the mansion, Sebastian, bowed with without uttering a word as the Prince crossed the threshold of the grand dome. The massive oak doors groaned as they parted for his entrance, only to hiss shut the moment he stepped inside.
Every man in Alpheo's circle had a different answer to a life where decadence and power walked hand-in-arm.
Egil had been a minimalist and an hedonist at the same time, how that was possible was beyong Alpheo's comprension , a spartan who lived out of a trunk and a scabbard even in the height of luxury.
Jarza and Edric lived in a sort of disciplined comfort, functional and clean, but devoid of the frivolous tastes usually pursued by lords of the realm.
Even Asag seemed to forget his averagely vast riches existed, save for the private library he was obsessively expanding, a sanctuary he rarely visited, given that he spent nearly every waking hour submerged in the royal archives when not wearing his legate's mantle.
