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Adriono d'Armaz was not a rash man. He was a man of extreme patience, and if he was being honest, supreme intelligence. However, there were … moments …. Adriono d'Armaz was also very, very, very pissed off. Anyone living in the County of d'Armaz, or possibly even the Duchy of Evalle knew that when the Old Viscount of d'Armaz was angry, you stayed the Abyss away. Preferably on the other side of the One Blasted Kingdom.
The man before him was an al'Ramar, and he just honestly didn't know better. He stood with a smug look on his face and tilted his head. A Knight of some lesser branch of the Royal House, but an al'Ramar none the less. "Well Viscount? His Majesty, THE King, my Cousin," Definately a lesser house. Adriono looked at the Knight, likely a third or One's breath a Fourth Cousin. "Want an answer. They gave you a month, but Your Excellency, were I you, I would surrender your Daughter, her damn Barbarian Many Loving Husband, and that Pirate Deverout. The fact that you harbor them at - "
The Hand Cannon thundered in his office and the young Knight looked at the now gaping hole in his chest, and then up at the Old Man with steel grey eyes and matching hair who merely raised an eyebrow. If he had been asked, he would have said he was impressed the idiot hadn't fallen over dead from the close range blast on the spot. Instead he had the AUDACITY to try to speak, which came out as apathetic whimpering, and squirted blood all over his desk.
The al'Ramar knight had only just begun to fall when the door burst open and two Thornsmen in masks, entered with twin Hand Cannons leveled. One of them looked at Adriono who sat back down. "Get him out of my sight. Make it appear like Eosphoria did it. Failing that, bandits in d'Juliano's lands. That pompenjay of a Viscountess can take the One Blasted Blame for this idiot's death." The men nodded and began to remove the body, which was, to his irritation, STILL squirting blood all over his office. "And send somebody to clean this fucking mess up!!"
Pulling a kerchief from a vest pocket the Patriarch of House d'Aramaz whiped the blood that squirted onto his face from his cheek. Then he meticulously cleaned his hands. He was still doing this when servants arrived and began to clean the blood, while still others arrived to transport the body of that idiot Knight to his new death location. AS these people did their duties to him, Adriono pulled out a sheath of paper and put quil to ink to paper.
//Daughter - //
I will handle matters here as best I can. Know that in one month, maybe two, the King will, without a doubt come to try and take our lands from me. I do not know which of you, if either of you, tried to kill the Queen, which if your claims are to be believed was nobody, but we can assume somebody has actually out maneuvered me.
I am most assuredly upset.
You and your Husband are to go to Gendial and do whatever it is you need to do prepare his Duchy for war, because I promise you al'Ramar is coming. Then let me know one you have made ready.
I am in the meanwhile naming your brother Nicolo as my Heir and making steps to preparing the County to become a tiny Kingdom, since I am under no circumstances joining that fool in Eosphoria. However, we will play the loyal vassal until then and keep the Blockade.
Offer some Icenalian tribes Four Corners made Long Cannons. They're not Muskets, but they are still diamonds to those people if they join your cause. We have plenty of those now rotting in the armory, might as well put them to good use. I will be seeing about forming a second Dragon to augment our forces here in Fiorello.
Do not come home until either I am forced to break away, or this is resolved. Until then I am playing the loyal servant to the King, and I will arrest you if show up here. This will force me to surrender you. Which, while it would certainly make things easy, is not part of my plans.
See your tasks done Daughter.
- A
Picking up another paper he once again puts into to quill to paper.
Nephew
Find. The gods be damned Salty Bitch. Inform Deverout he now belongs to Ramius, and if that little shit has gone back to pirating hang his ass.
- A.
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Adriono tossed the quill to a corner of his desk. He's had this desk for nearly thirty years, and now he'll probably have to replace it. One cannot conduct good business on a desk stained in the blood of a messenger. It simply sets a bad precedent.
Somebody had outmaneuvered him. Only Mattias had ever done that before and this did not have Mattias's particular flair. Who then? He took a deep breath and sighed. This was a problem for the future. For now, Adrino d'Armaz had to prepare his lands for the possibility of war against the King.