Constituent Relations

That very night, the opulent halls of the Sharro Residence played host to a grand banquet, attended by the most esteemed heads of household in the district. Lush cuts of meat adorned the tables, accompanied by the finest wines reserved for such occasions. Lords and Ladies mingled, their laughter and conversation filling the air with an air of camaraderie and anticipation.

Among the invited guests were the Merchant class, a vital segment of the district's electorate. However, only half of them graced the Sharro Residence, with rumors circulating that the others may be swayed by the Bessenger Residence. Despite this, Henry Sharro remained undeterred, knowing that every vote counted in securing his bid for the assembly seat.

The tavern owners, three brothers who had risen from humble beginnings, were also in attendance. Despite their rough exterior, their establishment had become a cornerstone of the community, providing both sustenance and employment to the locals.

In the realm of perfumery, advancements in technology had revolutionized the industry, allowing perfumers to extract scents more efficiently and produce their wares in bulk. What was once a luxury accessible only to the elite had now become more affordable, thanks to their innovation and guarded recipes.

The newly established occupations of clerks and overseers played a crucial role in keeping the district's industries running smoothly. With the demand for goods and services on the rise, clerks were tasked with administrative duties, ensuring that orders were processed efficiently and stocks accounted for.

Despite the presence of thirteen influential heads at the Sharro banquet, Henry knew that securing their support would require more than just lavish feasts and promises. With a narrow majority and the looming shadow of the Bessengers, he understood the importance of garnering additional votes to fortify his position.

As Henry contemplated his next moves, he couldn't help but recall his father's sage advice: always aim for a profit margin of at least 30%. In the game of politics, it seemed, the principle held true - securing a few more allies could make all the difference in achieving victory.

"Come here, my boy," called my father, beckoning Henry to his side. "Allow me to introduce you to Lord Paul Bene, one of the most esteemed lords in our district. His contributions, from the artisans of the East end to the heart of our community, have greatly improved our daily lives."

Henry approached Lord Paul with a respectful nod. "How do you do, my lord?" he greeted. "I am grateful for your presence at our banquet and for your support in our endeavor to secure representation in the Assembly."

Lord Paul smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Henry's shoulder. "Indeed, my boy, but don't sell yourself short," he remarked. "Your father may not have mentioned it yet, but there are talks of a union between our families. With this alliance, I pledge my unwavering support for your candidacy."

An icy dread gripped Henry's heart as the implications of Lord Paul's words sank in. His younger sister, Delphina, was to be wed to Paul, a man twice her age. Despite the turmoil within him, Henry forced a smile. "I am truly honored by your support, Lord Bene. Thank you," he managed to say, his voice strained with emotion.

Quickly excusing himself from the party, Henry sought out his sister, Delphina, fearing the worst. As he entered her chamber, he found her in tears, confirming his worst fears.

"Delphina... Father... he..." Henry struggled to find the words, his heart heavy with sorrow.

His sister looked up, her eyes filled with pain. "Yes, brother," she whispered. "Father has promised my hand to Lord Paul Bene... to secure a prosperous future for our family, both in business and in politics."