Breakfast Interruptus. [Marton]
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palace_marton.
“Your Majesty?”
Marton looked up from his breakfast and was confronted by a large bouquet of flowers. He smiled, took a quick sniff of the fragrant golden blooms and then reached for the card.
“Thank you.” he said, accepting the floral arrangement and laying it down next to his setting. The servant smiled, bowed and stepped back to allow him to read his card in private.
Thank you. it read. For the job, the welcome, the trust you have given me. For everything. Respectfully yours, Matthew Damon Caine.
Marton felt his face flush. He looked up at the servant. “Could you get these in some water please? The crystal vase, I think.”
“Secret admirer?”
Marton glanced at his smirking son. “No.” he said, watching the bouquet make it’s way to the sideboard. “Just a thank you.”
His com beeped, the urgent tone signaling an incoming message of top priority. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket which was hanging on the back of his chair, Marton flicked it on and began to read. “Oh shit.” he said softly, seeing his family’s heads rising from their plates out of the corner of his eye as they reacted to the swear word. He spoke, even as he kept reading.
“The Harmon River in Esea has broken it’s banks. Unprecedented rainfall . . . Little Harmon . . . floodplains inundated . . . Dear God, the floodplains.” He got up from his seat, breakfast abandoned as he read aloud, mind working.
“There are a lot of large residential areas on the Little Harmon.” he said. “I was there early last year, visiting the delta as part of the Anda-l-Thema project on the border.” He looked up. “It’s so flat!” he grimaced. “Says here the water’s risen five feet already. Damn!”
He logged off the mail account and called Lucius, giving orders out with no need for preamble; Lucius received the same feeds he did. “I want Councilor Rochester on this, Lucius. Get him out of bed if you have to. You know the requirements. Have him get in contact with their embassy, offer whatever they might need. Food, medical, emergency evacuations. The army can kick in. Yes.” he nodded. “Whatever they need they can have. Right.”
He hung up and gave his family a distracted glance as he reached for his jacket, pausing to give Will a quick kiss on the cheek. “Got to go. Sorry.” Jacket over his shoulder, he hurried out the door. Those poor bastards, he thought. Those poor, poor people.
“Your Majesty?”
Marton looked up from his breakfast and was confronted by a large bouquet of flowers. He smiled, took a quick sniff of the fragrant golden blooms and then reached for the card.
“Thank you.” he said, accepting the floral arrangement and laying it down next to his setting. The servant smiled, bowed and stepped back to allow him to read his card in private.
Thank you. it read. For the job, the welcome, the trust you have given me. For everything. Respectfully yours, Matthew Damon Caine.
Marton felt his face flush. He looked up at the servant. “Could you get these in some water please? The crystal vase, I think.”
“Secret admirer?”
Marton glanced at his smirking son. “No.” he said, watching the bouquet make it’s way to the sideboard. “Just a thank you.”
His com beeped, the urgent tone signaling an incoming message of top priority. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket which was hanging on the back of his chair, Marton flicked it on and began to read. “Oh shit.” he said softly, seeing his family’s heads rising from their plates out of the corner of his eye as they reacted to the swear word. He spoke, even as he kept reading.
“The Harmon River in Esea has broken it’s banks. Unprecedented rainfall . . . Little Harmon . . . floodplains inundated . . . Dear God, the floodplains.” He got up from his seat, breakfast abandoned as he read aloud, mind working.
“There are a lot of large residential areas on the Little Harmon.” he said. “I was there early last year, visiting the delta as part of the Anda-l-Thema project on the border.” He looked up. “It’s so flat!” he grimaced. “Says here the water’s risen five feet already. Damn!”
He logged off the mail account and called Lucius, giving orders out with no need for preamble; Lucius received the same feeds he did. “I want Councilor Rochester on this, Lucius. Get him out of bed if you have to. You know the requirements. Have him get in contact with their embassy, offer whatever they might need. Food, medical, emergency evacuations. The army can kick in. Yes.” he nodded. “Whatever they need they can have. Right.”
He hung up and gave his family a distracted glance as he reached for his jacket, pausing to give Will a quick kiss on the cheek. “Got to go. Sorry.” Jacket over his shoulder, he hurried out the door. Those poor bastards, he thought. Those poor, poor people.
