"Very well, a dock in your pay," he confirmed before finally allowing her some space. Without a word he turned from her and left his quarters to attend matters of state. Their game wasn't over for the day, she had merely won this round. Brynjar walked with purpose down the halls. The servants that crossed his path ducked their heads and veered to the opposite side of the hall in an attempt to avoid him. Brynjar had been known in the past to lash out at those closest to him when he found himself in a foul mood.
After a while he rounded the corner and saw Brother Beorn retreating from the Patriarch's study. He was such an odd little man. Brynjar knew that Beorn despised him nearly as much as Lelinus did. He waited until the priest was out of sight before he approached the heavy oak door. Brynjar didn't bother knocking; he was king after all.
"Good morning Patriarch," he seemed to be in a rather fine mood. "We do not have much time to waste," he came to stand across the desk from Julius but did not sit down. "I am now king, and I need to keep the throne secure. It's no secret that I've avoided the union of marriage in the past, but it is part of my duties to ensure an heir for the throne." He rested his palms on the edge of the desk. "It's time I get married, but it needs to be a match both the court and the church will support." Brynjar already had an idea for a candidate. If everything went according to plan he would succeed in ripping apart the Fjellborg line.
"You see much and receive divine inspiration, is there anyone you might suggest that I should take into consideration?" Brynjar never wasted time and quickly got to the point.