In the Ocean Depths...

[marvel_citizens]

Chamberlain Ramin approaches the library, his demeanor dour. Dressed formally with his long beard styled into four spikes, he adjusts his tall hat before knocking on the door with his staff.

"My lord?" He cracks the door. "Might I have a word?"

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[hisroyalmanhood]

He breaks Namor from a stupor that feels as if it has lasted for days. His pacing is an instinctive motion, his motor functions attempting to stir him from his solitude.

"Hm?" his head turns to the door, "Of course, Chamberlain. Do come in."

[marvel_citizens]

"Your Highness," he greets. "I have come to speak with you regarding a matter... of no small importance."

He should not dance around the topic with the King of Atlantis.

"It is about the future of the royal line."

[hisroyalmanhood]

He makes a noise of displeasure, "You came here to tell me with no great deal of tact that my grieving period is over? I don't suffer fools gladly, Ramin."

[marvel_citizens]

"Not you, sire. I would not presume to inform you of your requirements as king. You know them too well, and you have done your best to meet them. There have been tragedies, but none that could be foreseen." He pulls on one of the spikes of his beard. "But you are not the only member of the royal line."

[littleavenger]

Namorita is in on the roof of her apartment, staring up at the stars, sitting by the open skylight. The cold of New York's winter night don't bother her -- she's used to far colder.

[hisroyalmanhood]

Two figures sweep across her view of the sky.

[littleavenger]

Rich...? She knows who it is before she can see them. She's always been able to sense her mother and her cousin.

She gets to her feet as they come closer.

"Hi, mom... Cuz. What's going on?"

[x_wave_x]

"We have need to speak to you. The Ruling Council." In short, nothing fun...