Eurich thought for a moment and went the the wall.  He withdrew two books close to eachother, then moved down the shelves and withdrew one more.  Then he passed to the wall accross from him and withdrew a final one.  He presented them to the other man with the greatest of care, knowing it would be far easier to show and not tell.  Especially since these titles were rather long.<br/><br/>The titles read as follows:<br/>Alchemic Psychology<br/>Floriography, the Language of Flowers<br/>Preparatory Compendium of Magickal Herbalism<br/>The History of Psychology<br/><br/>Though none of these books were "fictional"  Eurich also liked reading the poetry and prose of a great many authors.  However, these books were ones that he could return to again and again for many different reasons.  They were informative, entertaining, and some even had fantastic prints and drawings within them.  They inspired his own work as a writer and a poet, more more so as a thinking individual.  He only hoped Ijemaru could appreciate what they meant to him.<br/><br/>_______________________<br/><br/>With a flick of his wrist, Aldreth had lit his pipe and inhaled deeply.  The tobacco no longer did anything but the taste was exquisite.  He sat, filling his chair completely with his rather large frame.  Thothcapel sat fairly near him but far enough to avoid the smoke, she disliked the smell of it.  It conjured up far too many memories and was generally unpleasant.<br/><br/>Once the last of the nobles had entered, the King peered around at the close-quarters competition.  A den of theives, wolves, back-stabbing animals.  He knew all of them were gunning for power for themselves or their children.    Plenty of kings would have called everyone together at the end of their rule, pretended to consider their decision and then given the throne to one of their children.  But Aldreth was unsire of his children's abilities to lead.  He loved both of them very dearly, but Lilliana was just a little girl in his eye, and Eurich far too shy and reclusive to be a good ruler... and his inability to speak didn't make him a commanding enough presance.  No one would take a king who wrote on a slate for a crowd seriously.  Then again, he was a bright boy, he could very well think of something to keep up appearances.  Aldreth thought they were worth giving an oportunity to.<br/><br/>"A great many are interested in taking Our spot beneath the Moon." He mused loud enough for the crowd to hear.  "There is hardly a place for the tiniest of insects to stand comfertabley in this room.  Of course, with this developement, the whole assemblage must try with all the might bestowed upon them by their ancestors to overcome the sea of resistance. The only boundries are those of your own defining. But should you act, expect retaliation from those you have acted upon."