Ekador packs quite lightly for someone who's leaving the country on short notice and otherwise bears negligible personality resemblance to Loel. The carriage isn't particularly crowded as they make their way back to the port to find a boat leading back to Welce.
"There are three stops to make," Kiri tells him as they drive. "Although we'll land close to Chialto, I don't think that should be the first place we go. You'll have a much smoother go of taking over as uncontested prime if you can demonstrate at least minor magical power on demand - I don't think fielding questions of your legitimacy is anyone's idea of a good time and it would be better to have more than Sarelle's word to lean on. It doesn't help that anyone but her will mistake you for sweela. The Serlast estate is a couple of days by carriage from Chialto, there's a forest on the property, it's supposed to be special to the Serlasts, and going and having a walk around it might give you an idea of how to perform some minor visible magic."
"Might not. Loel figured out how to do magic without jumping into the Marisi River," shrugs Aleko.
"It might not. But it's worth a try if you don't have an epiphany before we get there," says Kiri. "Anyway, some of your cousins are living at the Serlast estate - off the top of my head, one of Valdin's children, his younger sister, and one of his grandsons, but I don't know how you're related to the family so I don't know who they are to you. You can kick them out if you want, but I recommend getting to know them and soliciting their help with the family business, and you have plenty of room to continue to board them. The Chialto house of the Serlasts was empty last I heard, but I'd be willing to bet you can re-hire Valdin's old servants if you want them, and you're entitled to maintain your own suite at the palace, too. You can divide your time between these places more or less however you please, although if you neglect the palace then the royal family may start issuing pointed invitations, and you might want to become acquainted with Prince Isten in particular, as he is heir to the throne and it's his succession you're necessary to ratify later."
"Isten's eleven," Aleko adds. "Coru, quiet."
"Questions?" Kiri inquires. "Do you want me to write any of that down, possibly in chart format?"
"Oh, this bit of road looks familiar," she says loudly, "I wonder if we are nearly at the port."
"Alas," calls the voice of Sarelle from where she is driving the carriage, "no such distraction is available."
"I suppose you've had - however long. I think Sarelle said and I wrote it down but I'd have to half-unpack to find it; how old are you?"
"I do believe I'm going to manage to be simultaneously the youngest and the longest-standing prime as soon as Patience inherits. That'll be interesting."
"Wait, is Sarelle older than us too? I don't remember her saying. Hey, Sarelle, are you older than us?"
"Yep. You will be the youngest prime for the next fifty years unless lightning strikes somebody, Kiri, get used to it."
"I imagine small differences in age continue to become less relevant over time, so I shouldn't have too much trouble with the acclimation."
"It's good that you aren't going to be harboring secret wishes for somebody to be struck by lightning. I think this is a reasonably good batch. Assuming it's Patience and not some random terrible person."