1866-01-05: Reactions
Reactions
Summary: Various individuals receive a message from Firen, bearing the Rose Queen's seal
Date: 1-5-1866 IE
Related: http://eternalcrusade.wikidot.com/log:1865-12-17-no-longer-denied
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Cesare  Cynthia  Jasmina  Mario  Anca  Davor  Gauvain  Isabel  Xavier  Mikel  

Griffon Point

Duke Gauvain Tarris read the message as soon as it arrived, poring over a map of Galenthia and trying to puzzle out if there really WAS a pattern to all this madness. He paused in his ruminations and re-read the missive, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Son of a Vitch!" There was laughter in his voice though, rather than anger, even so the servant nearby cast a wary gaze, "Feels like less of a surprise than it should be, and thank the One it's not Jarret Sokar…" He spoke to no one in particular, before bellowing, "Get me some wine! This calls for a toast! Actually, fuck the wine, make it bourbon!"

He considered a moment, then realized he was going to have to break the news to Bethany.

"Ah…shit."


Sokar Manor, Four Corners

Duchess Isabel Sokar had sent the messenger scurrying with a glance, opening and reading the missive after she had finished composing the letter she had been drafting. Despite her age, the quill moved in smooth, flowing script. She may have had plenty of aches and pains that plagued her, but her greatest weapon she still retained complete mastery of, thank the One.

"Well, thank the One she came to her senses soon enough." Without so much as a blink, she fed the message she'd just finished into the fire nearby, without the slightest hint of disappointment in her heart. This was a better, more savvy match for both involved. She paused a moment, frowning as a long-buried emotion briefly flickered. Warmth mingled with sorrow for a love denied, but despite her reputation, while she may have lost her own chance for the storybook ending long ago, she would not begrudge it of others. Not that they would ever know. At least it wasn't a Tarris, though thankfully that had never been a realistic proposition.

Retrieving a fresh sheet of paper, she began to compose a proper letter of congratulations, calling out to the fellow who stood dutifully behind her…her son, Davor, a Lawkeeper of no small skill. "Find out what we know about the Cassomir Mistress of the Hunt." Her youngest son moved off to obey, and Isabel continued writing. She suspected she would be hearing from the Viscount Cassomir soon. It would pay off to do ones' research ahead of time, and there was still much that could be gained from this turn of events….


Bellmoore Castle, Murias

"Well, that is disappointing." Archduchess Anca Arkanin clicked her tongue at the news, "I should have proposed a match with Jaelynn as soon as I knew she was interested."

"Who cares?" Duke Xavier Arkanin replied, seated in the large chair facing Anca's desk, "Champion or not, he's an outsider. I wouldn't want to fight the man head-on, but that doesn't mean I'd want our daughter marrying him."

Anca sighed and rose to her feet, moving over to lean down and give her much-beloved husband a lingering kiss, but when it broke her tone was admonishing, "And this is why you handle the military rather than the politics, dear husband."


Litreaux Castle, Rhone

"Well…" Archduchess Jasmina al'Mordran muttered, "I suppose if a Queen can marry a famous Viscount, marrying a famous son of a Viscount is not so terrible."

"It's a savvy match." Lord Mario al'Mordan noted, though Jasmina wasn't sure if he was speaking of the message or her own match….


al'Ramar Manor, Four Corners

Queen Cynthia al'Ramar sighed, setting the message aside for Maris' perusal later. She had her daughter's wedding to concern herself with, and trusted that the One was working in his own mysterious ways.


Northwatch Hall, Murnord

"Well." Duke Cesare al'Callenta exhaled as his eyebrows raised, "It will be good to have an honorable man seated beside the Rose Queen." He chuckled and glanced at Florencia, "And I suppose if you have the option of wedding one of the finest swords in the West, one should take it, eh?"

Duchess Florencia al'Callenta rolled her eyes at her husband, but the beginnings of a fond smile quirked at her lips, "A lesson I learned whether I wanted to or not." She teased, affecting a mock-haughty tone, "But I suppose it worked out well enough in the end."

Duke Cesare laughed warmly, and set the message aside to attend to other business.


Darnes Castle, Four Corners

"Ah, what a pity. It'll be much harder to get a proper eyeful of the Rose Queen's cleavage with her champion looming about." Chancellor Frederick Tyres noted, "Much less a good handful of her ass."

"Such a pity to see your life's ambition denied." The Councilor seated across from him commented dryly, condescension dripping from every word.

Chancellor Tyres' face flushed, and he plotted murder that he already knew would never come to pass, but still it made him feel better to imagine the Councilor's head on a pike. "Are we finished here, then?"


Kentaire

"Do you think we can get an invitation to the wedding, Father? It'll be the event of the decade!" Dora Viscarin pouted prettily, "And we're already missing the joining of the Kingdoms."

"We will see, Dora." Mikel Viscarin IV replied to his daughter, seated on the opposite side of him from his wife, who simply chuckled at Dora's mock-pouting. "I suppose being the Queen's uncle should count for something. Perhaps we'll send you and Ivan to represent us." He considered a moment…

"Perhaps Stefan as well. Indeed I may propose he foster there. It may do some good to have him squire for the King of Galenthia." Mikel commented casually, pretending not to notice the soft gasp from his wife beside him.

He glanced at her, and his expression darkened ever-so-slightly. Exceedingly beautiful and beloved she might still be, but a few words and a glance should be all that was required to inform her that he was well aware of some of the things she had been saying to HER eldest son about his future…and that there were limits to his tolerance for entertaining such thoughts.


The Message

//It pleases the Crown of Galenthia to announce the betrothal of her majesty Melisande Romante, Queen of Galenthia, to Sir Jaren Cassomir, Viscount of Ironhold, and Champion of the Rose Queen. May the One bless this happy day, and the union between these two houses.

Dates will follow when decided upon, though the preparations required for a ceremony and celebration of proper magnitude may of course necessitate a more lengthy betrothal.//


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The Powerful Man laughed after he read the message, but inwardly cursed himself for not being able to entirely avoid the slightest hint of unease from touching that laughter.

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