"Is his majesty not pleased by the celebrations?" the prime minister, star of the night, broke from a distinguished entourage.
The familiar voice came suddenly, Igna sipped at his sight, "Ah, Éclair, the night goes well."
"I think not," the voice lowered, "-master, did something happen?"
"Nothing that would require too much concern."
"Is his majesty not pleased with our decisive win?"
"No, no, don't get me wrong," they walked and talked, soon to pass through closed curtains into a grand terrace, "-I'm glad the war is over. I fear what's to come, as is, trade and the economy have been put in grave danger. It'll require great leadership to carry the kingdom post-war. It's time for the monarchy to take a stand," he sipped, "-our culture is indeed linked to lords and dames; I think, for the future of the kingdom, we ought to change how politics is run. The acting royal family is better suited for the sidelines. I've done my time," he sipped, "-you understand, don't you?"
