Wings of Succession
August 6, 1011

As the President-Marshal Kemerskai entered the bedroom, he saw his son pacing back and forth nervously, his wings twitching in anxious thought. Seeing his father, Alexander Jr. immediately started talking:

"Father... I've gotten a pony pregnant."

Kemerskai waved his hand. "Not now, son, we have important matters to discuss: the future of the Republic."

The great Griffon stretched his wings and raised a claw and rubbed his chin.

"With the changes that have come to the executive office and the expanded powers, continuity of leadership is paramount to the safety of the Republic. There may come a day when I'm no longer here. Should I die, there must be a contingency plan in place. As my son and heir, you will lead the Republic."

Alexander Jr. did not know what to say. His father had named him a field marshal years ago, but even he knew he was a middling general. Now, leading the Republic? He wouldn't know where to begin. No, he could not, would not. He began to speak, but the President-Marshal cut him off.

"There will be no complaining, not about this. I will send advisers to teach you what you need to know."

The Field-Marshal turned to leave. He had only meant to have a short conversation with his son. Alexander Jr. shared his namesake; therefore, he could find his way with help of learned men. He did not need any other advice or word. Besides, there were Republic matters to attend. He paused at the doorway, turned back, and said:

"About that pony, I will take care of it." There were ways to deal with pregnant ponies in the Republic.