Post by Mint on Jun 13, 2021 15:21:37 GMT -5
Powerlevel:36,000
Wc:326
What had changed? Mint was back in his office only a few days after the crowning of the new emperor Azoth. Mint had boldly heading there to make his position known. Oh who was he kidding he went there and nothing changed. He was treated like a pawn. Mint grabbed a whole bottle of wine as he chugged it down. No, he was not doing good. Things were the same as they were before but only his confidence had taken quite the shot. The swaggering Arcosian now was unsure his position. Before he had the leverage. He was the one moving the pieces and trying to help two men rise to emperor. Now one of them was dead and the other found him only somewhat useful. How long until he was replaced.
It was not just that of course even though his complex demanded him to be of importance. To have power, it was something he craved to the very bottom of his bone. No, there were two more nagging feelings. First was the idea that Arcose was divided. Hibernal represented the old brass. No doubt Azoth was popular. No one would deny that even in the darkest creases of the mind. But others would support Hibernal child. Duels to the death were not something he quite expected, the emperorship was usually passed. When violence came overwhelming strength curbs resistance. Would Azoth take that route? No he doubted he'd force the planet to heel. Even if he had proven to be far more willing to use violence to his advantage. It was almost as if that Azoth had truly hid the man he was and made Mint look the fool. And that was the other thing, Azoth words cut deep. Was he truly so mediocre. Has he not strived high enough by not looking for the emperorship himself. These thoughts crossed eachother and lead to this rare act of binging a bit much on the wine.