Timestamp: Dianara of the Second Cycle of Melora, Twelfth Brightening of Melora, Era XIII in the Regency of Milo L'Evienne
The Chancellory was a busy place at the best of times, but the offices of Alicia Gil'dae were a small bastion of calm in the bustling efficiency and borderline over-exertion of the Chancellory.
In the Imperial Palace, of course, was the primary office of the Chancellor, but the Palace was
not where Alexis journeyed to, this brightening. He preferred, and promptly indicated, if it please her Imperial Excellency, that they meet at the buildings where the main hub of Imperial business took place--
the Chancellory offices themselves, a little walk aways from where the Regent now had his primary seat.
Upon approaching the dark oaken doors that Alicia insisted were kept open in order to be more inviting, two guards could be seen. One human, one elf stood, stock still and to attention at all times outside the door of the Elven Chancellor. They carried swords and paid close attention to those who came in to the vicinity of the Lady Chancellor's offices. To the side of the open doors, secured to the wall was a simple and elegant plaque
Alexis stood stiffly at the threshold to the chambers of the Imperial Chancellor, feeling terribly naked as he handed over his officer's cutlass, and gazing intently at every facet of his full dress navy uniform, wanting everything to be perfect. He'd spent a good half-darkening making sure that his uniform was as ipeccable as always, particularly so
today.
He was meeting the second most powerful official in the Empire, the Imperial Chancellor, and he hadn't had a clue on how she looked like. She was a Gil'dae, of course, but he didn't know
who she was, in truth, and while she seemed friendly enough in her letters, one never knew how she would react when matters came to a head, as he'd so correctly predicted, once
another Gil'dae had thrust
that missive into his lap.
Taking a deep breath, he handed over his Imperial Visa to the elf, declaring himself, as well as his intentions.
"Trieririus Alexis Sapientia of the Imperial Navy, former naval aide to the Imperial Marshal, here to speak with Her Imperial Excellency Chancellor Gil'dae."
A good thing he'd had rosyun, but the tense feeling in his stomach made him feel that he could lose it soon...
hopefully not here and now, he voiced a prayer to the Gods, especially Markalin, wiping his brow with his white gloves as he awaited a reply.
She was a busy lady, no doubt, but he'd prepared long and well for this brightening, and here it was, upon him.
He
knew he was as ready as he could be.
ooc: location filched from Alicia's office at the Palace, but edited to ensure clarity of location. They're at her office in the Chancellory complex,
not the Palace.