Before Nasrin had arrived to King Viktor's mighty castle in Arca, he was in the middle of discussing things with his other political advisors. Most of the talk had to do with Lucian's belongings, and more specifically, what would happen with them. It was hard not to speak of Lucian, as his death had crippled Viktor's political direction, and had done a rather good job of casting grey clouds over a once sunny Arca. Lucian was a wartime advisor, usually overseeing conflict across Le'raana involving Srendipity, but he couldn't have been a happier, kinder man.
His room remained untouched ever since his demise, Viktor allowing what family he did have to make decisions regarding where the stuff was going. Lucian was not a modest man when it came to his wealth. Many expensive Serenian artifacts and blades were on display all throughout his room. These were trinkets which could fetch a hefty amount of coin, but Viktor was not so heartless as to treat Lucian's death as a means of filling the royal treasury.
Viktor didn't know Lucian enough to call him a friend. Their relationship was merely a professional one, so he couldn't truly relate with the sobs and weeping that he heard throughout the castle, both from lords and ladies alike. Even the servants seemed saddened by Lucian's demise, showing how generous and kind of a man Lucian truly was. Even if Viktor did know him personally, he could not afford to mourn in the same fashion as his people did. He was a leader, and being a soldier for so long had gotten him used to death.
His advisors left just as Nasrin entered, the same man that Viktor had called for the day after Lucian's death. Even though his death was still in fresh memory, Viktor needed to think of a replacement, lest the kingdom be left defenseless. With the civil war raging in Connlaoth and news of a torched Ketra floating around, as well as the scare of a dragon uprising all across Adela, that was a chace Viktor couldn't take. Turning to Nasrin, a smile on his face, he walked towards the man. This was one that Viktor knew rather personally. It would potentially be the closest ally he had in the castle, if he chose to accept the offer he had laid out.
"Nasrin, of the House of Caileth! I thank you for coming on such short notice..." He began, standing before him in the middle of the massive, marbled throne room, which glistened as sunlight broke through the stained glass windows. He raised a brow at Nasrin's words, scoffing slightly. "Well, I should be worried... Lucian played a pivotal role in my rule. Without his expertise, we're practically naked." Deciding not to stall any longer, he got right down to his intentions for summoning him.
Giving a sigh, he nodded towards the door at the left of the throne. "Care to take a walk down the great hall? Let's discuss things, friend..." He turned, heading that way. A guard opened the door for them, Viktor's shoes clacking against the marble floor. A huge balcony rested to one side of the hall, overlooking a tall waterfall. "As much as I'd like to take more time to mourn, I'm afraid that just isn't something I can do. A position as important as his needs to be filled by someone capable. During the war, I never knew someone more reliable and trustworthy than Nasrin of the House of Caileth." He gave Nasrin a smirk, stopping in the hallway slightly to hear his response to the proposal.
He could understand if Nasrin refused. A position that important, that prestigious was not one that was easy to stomach. It required dedication. Patience. A calm mind. These were all qualities that Viktor was quite sure Nasrin had, but he wouldn't pressure an old friend that meant the world to him if he refused. He just hoped that he would consider the offer, as going without a crutial advisor made him lose precious sleep. It gave him more grey hairs than he could stand seeing.
