Bastien
Bastien was not, had never been, interested in government. In rules and restrictions and made-up hierarchies; he especially was not interested in monarchy. Yet he had made vows to support Rexanna, to love her; he would do just that. If there had to be a Queen (and now that the idea had started, it seemed there was no going back) he could not think of anyone more suited to the job than his wife, with her wise, calm nature and diplomatic experience.So he arrived with her, looking about Wessex's house with some interest: He was unsure if it was the best location for the meeting but he could not deny it was an attractive building, that it was a good place for them to work. He did not interrupt Rexanna, only did whatever duties she needed doing: chairs moved, papers sorted, doors opened, curtains adjusted.
As people entered the building he went to sit behind Rexanna at the front, carefully keeping his expression neutral and his eyes off any specific person. He did not want to appear threatening, but he wanted to stay close to her; she was not to blame for the Fiat Lux disaster, but as the most obvious authority figure in the room, he knew how easily she could be blamed. In such an event, he wanted to be close.
Would he vote? He hadn't quite decided. He'd see what everyone had to say for themselves, he supposed. Who it was that came forwards. There were some faces he expected to see, but he was sure the day would bring surprises; Caido always did.
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Bastien arrives and sits a ways behind Rexanna.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
