Blue, the hue of royal birth, trimmed with silver. These were the colors of it all and the simple elegance of style. Cloth, woven of the finest materials lay over the boneworks of new furniture. Tapestries that were filled with oceans, or sky, all denoted those subtle shifting blues.<br/><br/>Why mention this? Why point out random colors?<br/><br/>For it was not simply one person that entered, not by any measure.<br/>The doors opened and a flooding tide of people all with arm loads of blue and silver bustled in. Boxes being carried by two men, others with arm loads of furniture, fittings, or odd and end necessities of high social standing. The commotion was sudden, fierce, and all consuming.<br/><br/>Like ants the crowd swarmed, pulling down old decorations, removing furniture that was outdated, and none of them so much as pausing. As if every right to be here, they simply moved forward about their tasks. No conversations, no chatter, just work.<br/><br/>Each of the men looked weathered, hardened, drudging by with hands that were battered from what could be fighting. Perhaps these were the sort of people the pet had expected, perhaps not, either way they were here now. Looking more accustomed to the hard long labor of working docks rather than subtle delicates of artwork, they were efficient and would not steal. They kept their word, and you knew where you stood with them.<br/><br/>The tides of people moving in parted only into a tributary, and the slap of hard leather soles sounded even against the gruff work of the sudden crowd. The tack of cane punctuated every other step, and just like the rest of his possessions, the man had draped himself in the arrogance of blue blood royal color. Silver lines distinguished him, carved the frame, and the suit seemed all the more an oddity in a place like this.<br/><br/>Grandfather had chosen a different pallet to color his world with.<br/>One could even call it… well drab.<br/>That was easy enough to fix.<br/><br/>Black hair framed blue eyes, and with casual steps of confidence the man of six foot two ignored the woman at the door. In fact, he ignored everyone other than those that worked diligently under his rule.<br/><br/>By no means did this well put together man seem a beast, but one could never tell.<br/>Simply, those blue eyes, which seemed brighter still by comparison glinted this way and that. Yes, the grandson had been here before, and not much had changed. It will now though, it certainly will now.<br/><br/>Lined with a silver tip and silver pommel the cane met the floor in almost metronome steadiness. Every other step seemingly calculated to a rhythm that played out only within the confines of his own ears. One could say it was clockwork, but the humanity of slight fault here or there betrayed him. Close as one could get though, and systematically through his eyes already his grandfather was being erased from the shelling structure of the building.<br/><br/>A lot can happen in two minutes, perhaps it wasn’t even as long as that, but at last the man turned towards the gathered gathering of old reliable staff. Coldness wasn’t a word one could use when looking upon that color of his eyes, nor could even ice be a term. They were oceans inside, weaving in undercurrents that couldn’t be seen, but the narrowing of pupils promised that they were there.<br/><br/>For a long moment the grandson just stood there, sorting through them one by one, as with gruff grunts, hushed comments about moving stuff, the dock works flowed in and out around them. For a long moment the grandson allowed the reality to set in.<br/><br/>This no longer was his Grandfather's house.<br/><br/>“My name is William. A man outside by the name of Oscar has a generous severance package for each of you. Merely show me to this pet and you’ll never have to be here again.”<br/><br/>Those sea blue eyes, the ones you couldn’t tell the depths of. They seemed ready for their retort, or perhaps the greed would get the better of them. More was out there for them then they could know, but that didn’t even scratch the wealth.<br/><br/>To each of them this offer was made by his glance, acknowledging each of them in it, yet declaring no room for argument. The old guard would be pushed aside, not all the cruelly, those heavy paychecks outside would sooth each of their egos for years.<br/><br/>Shoulders squared, feet planted, the walking stick planted and glimmering in the soft light trapped within the building. He was handsome, sure of himself, and drenched in that blue… trimmed in silver.<br/><br/>This was William. This was the Heir.