Father Time's Gaze

Alexandros sat on the High Regent's throne and paused. As he leaned back against the throne, he realized the sensation was no longer alien to him. Six months had passed since he had assumed office. In that time, over two dozen minor rebellions had been put down, over 100 trade routes had been restored, and no sign of the Emperor was to be found.

Stability was not here, but also was not a stranger as it had been during those early, confused days. Life may not be peaceful, but it was becoming familiar. For the first time since the beginning, the Order of the Open Hand was no longer overwhelmed by pleas of assistance.

It seems that the Imperium would survive the Emperor’s temporary absence. But what about a permanent one?

Although he was accustomed to his new duties, Alexandros had difficulty imagining him maintaining this position in definitely. The politician in him warned he needed to start preparing. Theoderaf and his brothers were now just hitting their stride, but how long could they fail before even Theoderaf’s faith wavered.

Alexandros inwardly shook himself. He had time yet. He put on a small smile as the petitioners’ doors opened. [[Category:F]]