There were times it was good to get away from the near persistent chill of the north, not that it mattered much to the Achkaerinese they'd long since adapted to the weather of their homeland but a change was always a welcome thing. Highwick was somewhere special when it came to Achkaerinese Royal Residences - it was arguably the most private residence because it was the one outside Achkaerinese territory, and it did get a lot of use usually in the days immediately after the Festival of Sail or when there was something else going on in the Illumic area or on Alba Karinya. Today was one such occasion.
Peter was waiting around in the garden, so far it hadn't really been an urgent kind of a day which was something of an oddity considering a handful of situations across Mundus that he could think of. Not that that had stopped the information flow and on that note here the next batch came courtesy of his foreign affairs advisor
Nettie Taylor"The latest updates." Nettie said handing Peter a piece of paper
"When's my next briefing?" Peter asked
"After you've seen King Andrew." Nettie said "And remember."
"I know I know." Peter said with half a smile, he glanced at his watch it was almost time for their guests to arrive and he was hopeful of a positive meeting and a lasting relationship with Seaforth for many generations to come.