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[April 15] [Original] Last Will and Testament
Title: Last Will and Testament
Day/Theme: April 15, 2010 "Who waits forever anyway?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Sola, Portia, etc.
Rating: PG
"How much longer?" Portia asked her mother. Sola closed the door behind her so softly there was no settling clink as the door and frame met. She didn't want to do anything further to disturb Ilekano. He was in enough pain as it was. Someone had to do something to see that he managed a certain amount of rest even in this troubled state. His sons clearly weren't up to it.
No matter how much time they usually spent away from Ilekano, it appeared as if every member of the royal family had congregated today in the rooms outside Ilekano's personal chambers. There weren't enough chairs in the wing and more had had to be brought. Of course, that didn't ensure that even half the Silesia family sat in the chairs that had been specially moved for them. Bashir was one of the worst offenders. "Shirka, sit down," Sola tried to calm her son.
"Mom. How. Much. Longer?" Portia said through gritted teeth. Whenever Bashir showed up, he always seemed to get the bigger share of Sola's attention. She was happy that he was usually gone ever since he had gotten that position with the Order. He was a pain in the neck- an overgrown child.
"You know I can't ask him that," Sola replied, solemnly shaking her head. "He's in no shape to be bothered about things he doesn't wish to discuss."
"Well, it is the most important thing on everyone's minds at a time like this," the long-serving minister of ceremonies, Urbahn Kyl Canto quipped.
"He'd better follow tradition here," the younger emperor frowned. He looked around at the impatient faces of all the waiting relatives. His niece and nephews were strained in varying degrees of anticipation. They were tired of waiting. Who would succeed Ilekano as the next emperor (or empress) of Silesia? Tradition would seat his oldest son on the throne, but Ilekano often aimed beyond tradition to his own greater goals. Tiokihawa thought his older brother had just too many ideas.
Urbahn was worried that things would go badly if Ilekano broke with tradition but didn't live long enough to thoroughly enforce his will. There was a general concern welling up within the staff of the court that the youngest son, Ilekatsu, long the favored son, might be chosen. It would be the most likely source of bad blood among the rest of the family. Ilekatsu wasn't like the other children of the older emperor, nor was his mother like their mothers.
Bashir faced the same fears, but Bashir was no stranger to fear. It colored every aspect of his life. And as much as it hurt him to wait, the end to the waiting scared him more. He would rather go on sitting here, waiting forever.
Day/Theme: April 15, 2010 "Who waits forever anyway?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Sola, Portia, etc.
Rating: PG
"How much longer?" Portia asked her mother. Sola closed the door behind her so softly there was no settling clink as the door and frame met. She didn't want to do anything further to disturb Ilekano. He was in enough pain as it was. Someone had to do something to see that he managed a certain amount of rest even in this troubled state. His sons clearly weren't up to it.
No matter how much time they usually spent away from Ilekano, it appeared as if every member of the royal family had congregated today in the rooms outside Ilekano's personal chambers. There weren't enough chairs in the wing and more had had to be brought. Of course, that didn't ensure that even half the Silesia family sat in the chairs that had been specially moved for them. Bashir was one of the worst offenders. "Shirka, sit down," Sola tried to calm her son.
"Mom. How. Much. Longer?" Portia said through gritted teeth. Whenever Bashir showed up, he always seemed to get the bigger share of Sola's attention. She was happy that he was usually gone ever since he had gotten that position with the Order. He was a pain in the neck- an overgrown child.
"You know I can't ask him that," Sola replied, solemnly shaking her head. "He's in no shape to be bothered about things he doesn't wish to discuss."
"Well, it is the most important thing on everyone's minds at a time like this," the long-serving minister of ceremonies, Urbahn Kyl Canto quipped.
"He'd better follow tradition here," the younger emperor frowned. He looked around at the impatient faces of all the waiting relatives. His niece and nephews were strained in varying degrees of anticipation. They were tired of waiting. Who would succeed Ilekano as the next emperor (or empress) of Silesia? Tradition would seat his oldest son on the throne, but Ilekano often aimed beyond tradition to his own greater goals. Tiokihawa thought his older brother had just too many ideas.
Urbahn was worried that things would go badly if Ilekano broke with tradition but didn't live long enough to thoroughly enforce his will. There was a general concern welling up within the staff of the court that the youngest son, Ilekatsu, long the favored son, might be chosen. It would be the most likely source of bad blood among the rest of the family. Ilekatsu wasn't like the other children of the older emperor, nor was his mother like their mothers.
Bashir faced the same fears, but Bashir was no stranger to fear. It colored every aspect of his life. And as much as it hurt him to wait, the end to the waiting scared him more. He would rather go on sitting here, waiting forever.