Two armchairs, a small Table, expensive Red Wine.
After receiving the news Albrecht had called up the School and ensured the conference cellar was a little more cozy than usual. He would tell his mother Siegrun later to deal with Wilhelminas Daughter's Romula and Rema, he was rather sure he couldn't hide his triumphant grin would he tell them their mother was dead.
Orion wasn't sure why he had been called from school, though he was eager when Albrecht told him to come straight down to the meeting room. He threw his Jacket aside after entering, greeted by the sound of liquid getting poured into a glass as the young emperor closed the eavesdropping secured door:
"Must be pretty important if you get me out of lessons." he said with a shy smile, hurrying to take a seat in one of the armchairs.
Albrecht just handed him one of the glasses, putting his hand on his younger cousins head:
"She's finally dead."
Orions shoudlers sunk a little, tears in his eyes, though he sipped from the glass:
"One more Death. Will it ever end?"
"No." Albrecht admitted, sipping from his own: "Now, we need to talk about the next days."
Leaning back, he sighed:
"There's two things to think about. First, we need to repay the Bene Gesserit. We two owe them, and i want your opinion."
Orion sipped again from his glass, clamming down on it:
"And secondly?"
"Ensuring you are ready for the next days. Wilhelmina is bound to have had a backup plan. I did all i could to make us prepared. Discredit her, making sure we have a chance without having a revolution at our hands. But we can't be careless. She had a backup plan."
"We need to make a statement about the boy she killed." Orion had put his glass down, uneasy shifting.
"We do. I'll postpone it for your Birthday, it's best if you do that. And..."
"We will have to announce that Mother was actually murdered now." Tears dripped into Orions lap: "I wish my siblings where still here."
"I know." Albrecht said, raising his glass: "But today is a victory. For the both of us."
Orion picked his up again, toasting with Albrecht, before they where stopped by an alarm bell from Albrechts phone:
"The twins are gone." Albrecht muttered: "Shit"