Kantakouzinos residence in Constantinopol,
While the hot mid summer sun scorches the walls and buildings of the great city of Constantinopole, forcing the ordinary people to seek refuge from a shade beneath the scorching sun. Ioannis Kantakouzinos sits on a large wooden bench inside the Kantakouzinos residence in Constantinopole. In the large room without windows, which denies sun light to light its shine upon it. Ioannis sits in a flacid light of torches and candles, which are set around the room. His glance moves through the room moving from shield to shield, from armor to armor and from flag to another flag of his family.
For several days he has been waiting answers to several messages, but none have arrived.
"What should i think of this silence?Is it bad or good omen? I have been waiting patiently, but do i have to wait forever, if i dont do something which will give me answers. I see all these mighty arms and emblems of my family, a family which originates from the same family as the Imperial Comnenus family. How i can make my forefathers proud and raise my family to a status it deserves. How can i achieve that..."
The young Kantakouzinos remains in the room, pondering his options and planning strategy from each possible situation. While in the outside the scorching mid day sun is turning to more tender sun of early evening, making the ordinary man´s life bit easier, while the noble one gets no peace from his dreams, fears and ambitions.
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