<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Edward d’Alambart</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Reeve of the King</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0f2924cf-6f75-4d40-9624-644687d02b67_zps91f85a12.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Edward stood up with Marina and he put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it softly. He knew he worried too much about a lot of people. They were all grown-ups and they could make their own decisions. But Tremoulin had always been a fierce supporter of the crown, he had no intention on losing that suppport.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I know, Marina. You have always been a wise young lady and you won't jeopardize your people and your lands. I count on that, but I will always back you up when need arises. Tremoulin is important to me and you are too. Nevertheless enjoy your time here and make the best out of it. And if you ever need some fatherly figure to talk to, you know where you can find me.”</span><br/> <br/>He opened the door for her and let her out and then he returned to his desk and sagged into his chair. What a big ugly mess Erathia was becoming. He knew that they had prepare for war. The troops had to be prepared, additional mercenaries had to be hired, he would have to send groups to regions in trouble. And he may have to cut lose shires that couldn't be held in peace. Firth could act for a while without the crown. It wasn't as if Felix had been keen to have the crown meddle with his affairs anyway. But Argenshire was some other thing. He couldn't lose Argenshire, it was their bastion in the south.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I should visit Marisol and blow some steam off. That's exactly what I need now.”</span></div>