[ For once, it isn't Darnic that breaks the silence in the throne room.
Contrary to popular belief (if popular is the right term for it. 'infamous' may be more suitable), Vlad Țepeș is hardly someone who revels in indulgence. Ascetic to the point of brutality and discerning to the point of madness, he seems more at ease without the cloying presence of his Master vying for his favor; after all, in life and death, Vlad Tepes was always the lone king. The sole defender of his land, the man who stood vigil over his self-made slaughter.
Jaw against his knuckles, elbow to a gilded armrest. Vlad settles his attention on Avicebron like a stormcloud. ]
Spare me your apologies. You've paid your respects by proceeding with your work, Caster.
[ Implicit is the suggestion that he would have found it insolent, if Avicebron were to assume that whatever personal requests that may be on the table would take precedent over their eventual victory.
Still, the other Servant's commitment to decorum is laudable. Vlad won't begrudge it of him, which is why the even keel of his voice remains neutral and unbarbed; one pale hand lifts, in a silent indication that Avicebron is allowed to raise his head if he wishes. ]
And if there's anything I require, I'll make it known without your prompting. [ Read: "so don't kowtow, it's embarrassing for the both of us." ] —What of you? Darnic doesn't seem to be wanting for resources, but are they sufficient?
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Contrary to popular belief (if popular is the right term for it. 'infamous' may be more suitable), Vlad Țepeș is hardly someone who revels in indulgence. Ascetic to the point of brutality and discerning to the point of madness, he seems more at ease without the cloying presence of his Master vying for his favor; after all, in life and death, Vlad Tepes was always the lone king. The sole defender of his land, the man who stood vigil over his self-made slaughter.
Jaw against his knuckles, elbow to a gilded armrest. Vlad settles his attention on Avicebron like a stormcloud. ]
Spare me your apologies. You've paid your respects by proceeding with your work, Caster.
[ Implicit is the suggestion that he would have found it insolent, if Avicebron were to assume that whatever personal requests that may be on the table would take precedent over their eventual victory.
Still, the other Servant's commitment to decorum is laudable. Vlad won't begrudge it of him, which is why the even keel of his voice remains neutral and unbarbed; one pale hand lifts, in a silent indication that Avicebron is allowed to raise his head if he wishes. ]
And if there's anything I require, I'll make it known without your prompting. [ Read: "so don't kowtow, it's embarrassing for the both of us." ] —What of you? Darnic doesn't seem to be wanting for resources, but are they sufficient?