Nathaniel exited the carriage as soon as it was appropriate. It was like the two of them had rehearsed the whole ordeal before actually taking part. Markus made his impression, the crowd was amazing and had fallen in love, and Nathaniel was right by Markus's side, arm in arm and as flawless as it was possible to be. The naysayers were poisoned and the gala began with a massive upswing of energy.
Everybody wanted to talk to them both. About different things of course, but nevertheless, all the false smiles and fake lifestyles were easily distinguishable from genuine potential allies and indifferent fat cats who could be persuaded later. Nathaniel didn't want Markus straying too far, lest some fool say something off hand and Markus gets snippy.
Target number one was the proverbial governor of the wealthiest district. Seliel's "government" was a flimsy parchment on a wet blanket and had no form of routine or way to create and maintain laws. Start from the top and work down.
"Governor Ramsey," Nathaniel said, letting go of Markus for the first time that night to shake Ramsey's hand. "Nice to see you could make it."
"Cheers to your victory, Nate," Ramsey replied. The man was drunk already but was rather well put together for now. "I take it you're ready to get to work. Don't wanna waste any time, yeah? Good show. You have my support one hundred percent."
Nathaniel smiled. It was a hair under wicked and he patted Ramsey's hand sympathetically. "I'm gonna hold you to it, Governor. Don't drink too much tonight."
Once Ramsey toddled away with his wife, Nathaniel whispered to Markus under his breath, "I hate all of these useless figureheads. Dance with me."
Everybody wanted to talk to them both. About different things of course, but nevertheless, all the false smiles and fake lifestyles were easily distinguishable from genuine potential allies and indifferent fat cats who could be persuaded later. Nathaniel didn't want Markus straying too far, lest some fool say something off hand and Markus gets snippy.
Target number one was the proverbial governor of the wealthiest district. Seliel's "government" was a flimsy parchment on a wet blanket and had no form of routine or way to create and maintain laws. Start from the top and work down.
"Governor Ramsey," Nathaniel said, letting go of Markus for the first time that night to shake Ramsey's hand. "Nice to see you could make it."
"Cheers to your victory, Nate," Ramsey replied. The man was drunk already but was rather well put together for now. "I take it you're ready to get to work. Don't wanna waste any time, yeah? Good show. You have my support one hundred percent."
Nathaniel smiled. It was a hair under wicked and he patted Ramsey's hand sympathetically. "I'm gonna hold you to it, Governor. Don't drink too much tonight."
Once Ramsey toddled away with his wife, Nathaniel whispered to Markus under his breath, "I hate all of these useless figureheads. Dance with me."
