eternal // rafael&ignacio {salazars}

[rook]

ignacio moya

Dominion has always been a family game, for what is power if it cannot be sustained past man's feeble lifespan? Inheritance is what makes a legacy, and those in line to wield the power of house Salazar should know that. Still, that lesson escapes some. There is something about young people with their young ideas that makes you weary.

The morning light burns your eyes. It's a hazy ten o'clock, but you can see the rolling forests and vineyards, and below them all in the valley, the old worn saw-mills groaning into life, ready to churn through todays lumber.

It's only a matter of time before the woodlands to the east are nothing but barren hills. Valentino will need to relocate the workforce according to the needs of the land, or face backlash from the unions.

You take a short drag on what's left of your cigarette, then wash it down quickly with lukewarm coffee.

Time to head out.

You tuck a loaded Model 44 revolver down the back of your pants - it fits awkwardly, but you feel naked without it. A standard 8 rounds in the barrel. You only need one, really, but it's always good to be prepared.

In the courtyard great cloud shadows swim over the tiles like whales in the deep. When they pass over you the temperature seems to drop slightly, enough to make you notice it is not as warm a day as you thought.

You pass the bloodless roses, innocent white and untainted, heading towards the gates.