Post by perncowboy on Nov 29, 2005 11:02:41 GMT -5
Lord Cranderill leaned back into the embroidered and down filled cushioning of his chair with a smile of satisfaction. Everything in his office was tastefully luxurious. The wood gleamed with polish, the tapestries were dust free and filled with vibrant color, and best of all his desktop had no work on it.
It seemed he had finally trained his steward and his sons to do all the normal work by themselves, leaving him to enjoy his comforts in the years that remained to him. He was not a fool, he kept an eye on them and made sure that he went to all the Lord Holder meetings. There were a few things he kept to himself as insurance. There seemed to be more aggressive young Holder Lords around now then there used to be, he didn't want his sons getting any ideas.
It seemed he had finally trained his steward and his sons to do all the normal work by themselves, leaving him to enjoy his comforts in the years that remained to him. He was not a fool, he kept an eye on them and made sure that he went to all the Lord Holder meetings. There were a few things he kept to himself as insurance. There seemed to be more aggressive young Holder Lords around now then there used to be, he didn't want his sons getting any ideas.