Anthony Brennan ჯ Tristan (ofmisadventures) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-01-10 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, !zurvan, tristan |
twenty-nine.
Tristan could have left with all the other nobles and fine figures if he had truly wished to witness what had all the makings of a disaster (poor Svargan princess, poor Glasthein king). But with many important figures going out of Ilium, this was a golden chance to try to work on seeking out those of a lower class. Understanding what to address, how to slowly (but surely) improve the conditions. To close gaps and let their opinions be heard.
He had always known of the attitude Ilium had against those they looked down upon. The fat cats, ignoring that it was those among the lower classes who produced the beautiful things they owned, the things they ate. He knew that there were good men as well, such as his brother, who would not damn an individual due to the circumstances of their birth. After all, did they not have half-siblings they embraced so fully?
As if that itself wasn't a topic of gossip at times. His wife, though as sweet as could be and perfectly polite, had peered at him once in a while as if he wasn't normal. As if his ways weren't very out of place and he knew they were. Once and only once they had touched the topic and it had ended in a rare argument when he pointed out their love match was just as odd.
But she was dead and past arguments could not be taken back. Tristan only had his career now and he intended to do good. And sometimes he did wonder what Queen Helen would think of a revolution. He didn't care for it but if conditions persisted, that could be what she would have to deal with.
She simply wouldn't have her right-hand man at her side.