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The Northern Crown of Radenor.

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Hakon
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Sat Mar 18, 2023 11:02 pm

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Hakon frowned. "You never mentioned... that. About him." He said, carefully keeping his tone even.

He and Andros had known one another for a long time. One of the benefits of no longer being barely out of adolescence was greater control over his temper. Instead of giving in to anger at the thought of Andros and his family sheltering a fugitive, Hakon thought it through. In other lands, mages were not kept in towers. Therefore, in other lands, mages fleeing the towers of Radenor were probably not prosecuted for doing so. He knew they weren't in Daravin and had assumed that to be merely one more example of their base depravity, but perhaps iconoclasts could escape to Teos or Kisei or Lorien or any of the other nations on earth and be considered safe. It boggled the mind, but foreign lands had foreign customs.

As for the complexities of the law that this layered in, well, this was not really Hakon's concern.

Finally, he spoke: "While this changes my opinion of him a great deal, and not in a positive direction, I do not think that it alters your family's claim. Had Fell stayed in Radenor and sired children, they would have been remanded to either the mother's family or his own. If neither family could be located, or neither had family, or neither family wanted the kids, they would be sent to an orphanage. Even in a case like that, though, that would not change the reality of their bloodline and their parentage, and they would still have a claim on the family even if they were not raised by them. Your grandchildren are still part of his bloodline. His crimes do not change that."

Frowning, he finished off his drink.

"Before we pay them a call, though, I would recommend checking with whoever in Oxentide tends to legal affairs on behalf of the Peerage. If they formally disinherited him after he became an iconoclast, that could weaken your claim, because then all of his line would be separated from him. Most families don't bother doing that, is my understanding. Once a person becomes a mage, they are functionally a ghost on the family tree. They can't marry, they can't inherit or own property, and they can't raise kids. Families only do that if they really hate the former member or if they did something truly heinous. The crime of betraying their country and and fleeing is not usually enough." Hakon's tone on that last sentence made it clear that he thought it ought to be.
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Andros
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Sun Mar 19, 2023 11:58 am

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Andros watched the changes come over Hakon’s face intently. First shock, with the mouth open, then the anger. The veins in Hakon’s neck bulged and his fists clenched. Then there was a struggle to control it, then finally calmness returned.

Briefly, Andros was afraid. Not that he seriously thought Hakon would hurt him or even yell, just that he’d seen those fists clench up and then get used, and his subconscious sent out a little warning. That passed quickly, and what came next was surprising: pride. Hakon wasn’t the hothead he used to be. He could hear something that made him furious and keep the rage down. There were times when Andros saw Hakon as the son he never had and that part of him reveled in seeing the man grow up and even out.

Then, unfortunately, came guilt. Andros shouldn’t have sprung this on his friend. He wasn’t trying to be sneaky, just to put off an unpleasant conversation. But it still felt low and Andros was ashamed.

He felt so bad he missed Hakon’s implication that Fell should have been disinherited, meaning his children ought to get nothing. Did Hakon think they were tainted with his crime? Perhaps, but Andros was lucky enough to have that thought sail right over his head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, lad,” he apologized. “You have to understand, his being an iconoclast meant nothing to us. We didn’t know what that was.” He broke into a wry smile. “Honestly I had a long list of objections to the marriage and that wasn’t even on it. Then I came year and it became obvious how serious it was.”

Andros sopped up the last of his soup with a crust of bread, then pushed his bowl away.

“Let me make it up to you with a glass of my finest wine when we get to my place. I’ll send you home with a cask. Keep it for a treat or give it to someone you want to impress.”




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