It was late. Fotios had spent most of the evening and the darkened hours into the night working...

While he was Head of the House of Leventi and some might think his workload for the day equal to a man such as Prince Irakles or Lord Nikos, they would be wrong... The workload of Fotios' day was something akin to triple that of the other men in a similar position. One cause was the gender of all those his brothers had produced as their offspring. He had to lumber himself into that category also to his own great annoyance and misfortune.

Had the family birthed sons, the men of the family would have long ago been old enough to handle elements of the Leventi business - the most vast and economically complex systems within the Taengean kingdom. Instead, they had produced only women who did not have the social positions required to handle such matters. In several of their regard (specifically in Georgios' litter) there were few who would even have the cognitive ability - forget the cultural norms stacked against them.

As such, Fotios had lost the last generation of men some years ago, with whom he would have shared some of the burden, and had not had the new generation flourish in a manner that would allow him to have pressure relieved from there.

On the other side of things, Fotios also had his own business to conduct - beyond that of the Leventi name but all within the efforts of bolstering it regardless. While he no longer held the official title of Master Informer, his connections and the relationships he had formed through the role had by no means been cut. In fact, the relieving of such a position had actually opened many doors for him.

Before, all of his communications and connections had been watched carefully and had to be recorded for the benefit of the crown. While he had enjoyed his position as a Master and had been particular enamoured with the reality of knowing the important information within the kingdom before the king did, it was a temptation he knew he could make a reality elsewhere... as Head of the Leventi House.

As such, nowadays, his movements didn't have to be registered or recorded as many assumed him to be less dangerous with access to less power. What none of them realised was that he had maintained his personal, intricate web of spies for all the years since... mostly through tireless work and communication.

Having finally finished just such a session of correspondence that evening, Fotios was resting in one of his reading rooms, his legs splayed out and his head fallen against the back of the lounger. In his hand was an empty goblet that he hadn't actually filled with wine yet - top hold it was simply a habit at this point - while he ran his other hand over his face.

Eirini was not at home that evening for she was out... communicating in her own way. Which meant he was left in solitude to consider his own entertainment for what remained of the evening...

As was the way of those who could not sleep...