The leather sofa felt as comfortable as ever. Ludovic was glad to be home, Blackstone was a more rustic, better place than Shireroth. His ambitions were satisfied for a while. More than ever, he realised that political power only took you so far, especially in troublesome times like these. For now, he would lay low for a while. Make good use of the millions he had taken with him when departing from Shirekeep. Invest it, expand the reach of the Iron Company, and enjoy life. Who knows, he might even get married, that'd be a laugh.
He took a zip of his wine cup. Treesian red, still the best wine on Micras. That could also change, he was planning to turn a part of Layla's Gardens into a vinyard. He noticed he was looking forward to it. And, for the first time in many, many years, Ludovic felt happy.