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The regal quality that accompanied the Lightshield name was not merely in name alone. They were born that way. Taught that way. From top to bottom of his tall, yet under-pronounced frame. The man walked with the utmost poise and superiority, and he talked ‘as one such intellectual should.’
But to those who knew him best, though those people were few, knew that behind the demeanour of a King lay stress piled as high as the paperwork on the man’s desk. The only subtle indication anything was wrong behind steely blue eyes and a well-trimmed beard was a soft hand about ragged brown furs he called a scarf. That, and the more obvious way he spouted off to the royal guard that accompanied him,
"What will come next when I open the door, hm? A creature from the depths of Noxian sewers? There have been Void Spawn and Shadow Island curs. What more will seek my audience?” The noble looked to the men either side of him, and as they were taught to do they said not a word. A sigh left him at that fact, and he walked on to see what manner of creature wished for his presence in the main hall of the Marble Palace.
”Bonne après-midi, King Jarvan Lightshield III.”
It was a Laurent, and he wasn’t sure in stressful delirium if that was better or worse then what he was expecting,
"Don’t patronize me, Lord Laurent. There are matters I must deal with today forthwith, as I’m sure you can say the same. Why are you here? Your chance to speak will come when Council reconvenes tomorrow, will it not?"
"I am sorry, my King. I wish only for a moment of your time to discuss matters concerning… the former Vayne county before we speak of them next council meeting.”
"Why would you speak to me of anything else?" The King mumbled, and the aristocrat before him furrowed his brow. Such was the life of a King in turbulent times, he could only think. The not so subtle subversion would always come, and he would always have to play referee, whether it was abroad or in his very home.
