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Author Topic: What is the cost of the future to you?  (Read 160 times)

Description: attn Emma and her Court

Offline Margaret Webster

  • Character Account
    • yellow2ss
    • queen
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      Queen of Wartonshire Province

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      Dharo

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      Lene

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What is the cost of the future to you?
« on: Sep 30, 19, 10:20:32 PM »
Margaret sat at her writing desk, her pen poised neatly in her hand as she stared down at the blank monogrammed official stationary. She had been pondering and planning this idea for the last several months, after getting her measure of the Cymrean Queen and her grouping.   Time enough for her spies and informants to gather the information she needed to apply the right screws and pressures for the next step of her plans.

It was rather simple really.  Emma Morgan had a strong and faithful following, as the leader of a rebellion was expected to accumulate and like every strong leader, there were strengths and weaknesses to their power.  She was still working on more damning weaknesses, particularly involving the seeming vanishing of the previous Queen but while pursuing that avenue, she learned some interesting things.

Emma’s High Priestess had once served the former Queen and had borne two children to the man who had been her Bonded.   He had vanished along with his Queen and abandoned her.  Her loyalty to Emma seemed rooted in the fact that she had been plucked from obscurity and returned to her former position of power.  Jorie Hardy had been a woman who had held the admiration of her Caste and being of Cymrean heritage herself had been a drawing force of helping to restore traditions of old.

Margaret had also learned that one of the twins she had born was a young Queenling who had the ability to someday rise as a future Cymrean Queen raised in the Court of Lady Morgan.  Another young and possibly powerfully allied Queen to provide continued hope to the Cymrean rebellion against the inevitable strength of Dharo.   It had made the Wartonshire Queen think.   A young Queen, raised in a Dharo court, embued with the traditions and ideals of what would inspired Dharoan loyalties, with a court made up of followers who also adhered to those ideals and of course, a Queen who supported Margaret and her plans.   Such a Queen could pose a strong threat to Lady Morgan when she came of age.  Cymrean of heritage to garner those who thought such things would matter to tradition but with no rebellious heart.

Margaret smiled and placed pen to paper.

Offline Jorie Hardy

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    • yellow2rose
    • priestess
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      High Priestess

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      Westwood District

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      Dharo

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      Lene

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Re: What is the cost of the future to you?
« Reply #1 on: Sep 30, 19, 10:21:21 PM »
Jorie studied the cream colored envelope that she had found at her desk after taking her lunch with Simon and the twins.   It bore a seal that she wasn’t familiar with but had the markings of the Province about it.  She often corresponded with other Priestesses around the province about certain matters so she recognized some of the iconography but the crest of the seal was foreign.   She carefully drew her stilized letter opener along the seam and pulled out the neatly folded paper within, her eyes scanning the impeccable script that flowed down.   Her heart rose in her throat as the words formed, a woman’s voice in her head reading the words back to her.

Shoving her chair back from the desk, she grabbed the remains of the envelope and letter in her hands and ran for the door, startling a servant who had the misfortune to pass by at that moment.

*Simon, Lady Morgan’s Office NOW!* she sent on a thread that could have glowed with the rage that she felt, a rage she hadn’t felt boil through her since before the twins were born.   Part of her tried to quell her anger, tell her that her suspicions were impossible.  Emma, her friend and Queen, the woman who had loved her children as if they were of her own blood.   She would never do such a thing.

Would Lady Morgan the Queen?  The words seemed laced with promised honey, the thoughts a seductive promise.   Rowen would have a Province Court training, access to all the things that a district court could not really provide, not even a court as well organized as Lady Morgan’s.  After all, even Lady Morgan had been educated at a distant court before returning to her homeland.   What mother would deny her Queen daughter every opportunity?   And with such connections, little Rowen could even be a contender to succeed Lady Webster as the Province Queen someday.   

Offers of fostering, of providing for all her expenses, the best tutors, wanting for nothing.  Of course Jorie and her brother were offered welcome as well. Young Morgan would receive the training of the finest warriors in the land, Jorie could expect a seat of recognition with the Province Priestesses.   Not High Priestess, but when the time came for Margaret’s own High Priestess to retire, she would be in consideration.

Jorie threw open the door to Emma’s offices, knowing based on her own schedule that is exactly where Emma would be and held up the crumpled paper in her clenched fist, her jaw tight.

“Is this what you discussed at Winsol, Lady?!”  her voice was icy, “buying allegiances with Margaret with my daughter’s future?  Is that the price that Cymrea expects of her children?  To be traded like fodder to the highest bidder?”

Offline Emma Morgan

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    • yellow2te
    • queen
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      Ruler of Westwood

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      Westwood District (Cymrean)

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      Dharo

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      Gavin

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Re: What is the cost of the future to you?
« Reply #2 on: Oct 02, 19, 11:05:10 AM »
Emma woke early every day, intent on maximizing her productivity during daylight hours. She woke and dressed in old clothing, spending at least two hours in her garden starting at sunrise. The hard work focused her energy and thoughts; she found it easier to align problems and locate solutions with her hands in the soil. Her Court needed reconfiguration if she was going to go head-to-head against Lady Webster. While waiting for the old woman to die or hand her throne over to another Queen was an idea, Emma knew that she’d never reclaim Cymrea for her people by waiting. She had to force the Province Court to recognize their people and their claim in this lifetime. Dharo would never see them as more than mountain-based savages until they demanded it.

Her discussion at Winsol with the Province Queen had sealed that judgment.

By noon, Emma was in her office in deep discussion with Edward and Godfrey regarding her thoughts on Court reorganization. Rather than simply make the decisions and expect them to be carried out, Emma focused upon making her Court run well. Their input and expertise was important to Emma, as was their ability to get the job done. Both men had served admirably in their positions thus far. The time for renewing contracts was close at hand, and she planned to offer both men another year at the helm of guiding her Court.

The topic had turned to Lady Maddox and the issues in Tormaa when Jorie burst into her office, clutching a piece of paper and accusing Emma of...something. The High Priestess was angry, as evidenced by her tone. Emma’s eyes went to the piece of paper clutched in the Priestess’ hand, then back to the icy expression on Jorie’s face. Her words didn’t make any sense. She’d struck no bargain with Margaret Webster, especially not for Rowen...

Lady Hardy, I’ve made no allegiance with Lady Webster. But even if I did, there is no way in hell that Rowen would be part of it.” Emma said, her expression stony. It hid the hurt that would have otherwise displayed itself in that moment. How could Jorie think something so horrible of her? Were they not friends? Had she not opened her hall to an impromptu wedding on her behalf? Emma would later note the irony of a letter turning her people against her. It was an effective tactic.

Hurt quickly gave way to genuine anger. She’d done terrible things, even to Jorie, but she owned them all.

Fine. Friendship appeared to be overrated in this day and age anyway.

Gentle your tone when you speak to me. Give me the letter. I want to know what it says before we go any further.



Offline Simon Owens

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    • te2ss
    • warlord
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      First Circle

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      Caryn

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Re: What is the cost of the future to you?
« Reply #3 on: Oct 03, 19, 05:02:22 PM »
Simon dropped what he was doing at Jorie’s call and headed for Lady Morgan’s office at a run. When a lady used that tone, a smart male moved. Visions of all sorts of calamity raced through his head, up to and including the fear that some bastard had been lucky enough to get through all of Lady Morgan’s security precautions to take out Cymrea’s current greatest hope and Jorie the unfortunate to find her. To arrive at Lady Morgan’s office in time to hear his love, all feral mother, accuse their Queen of bartering their daughter away, set him wrong-footed and stunned. Enough that he almost missed Lady Emma’s icy response.

But no male survived long in a Court or on Escort duty without being able to read the currents in a room and Simon did not like what he was seeing in this one. Blood emotions ran high, particularly in a female, and old friendships could easily be shattered in a bad moment of tension or misunderstanding. Emotional manipulation was not a strength of his, but as any Warlord, he was capable of his tricks. Simon tapped his Summer Sky and reached down to the core of steadiness his Caste all possessed in one form or another, weaving it into his Craft to infuse the room with an extra layer of calm- not enough to overwhelm, but a gentle coaxing back of tempers if the women let it work on them.

“Easy.” He murmured, setting his hands on Jorie’s shoulders firmly enough to remind her that she had support, wasn’t alone in this, but not so much that she couldn’t shake him off if she wanted to (he really hoped he wouldn’t have to restrain her from attacking their Queen). *Whatever it is, we can deal with it.* “What’s wrong, love? What does the letter say?” He echoed Lady Morgan's question aloud, hoping to attract her attention away from Emma and give her a new source to vent her anger and fear on. “Is Lady Webster stirring the pot again?” Because as afraid as he was for Rowen, he had faith (somewhat naively) that Lady Morgan would never do anything to risk a child of Cymrea at the hands of the Dharoan menace.

And he truly did want to know the details of the threat. Because if Lady Webster threated to do something to their daughter, he was better placed to… remove that threat than either of the women. People rarely blinked twice at a random warlord, but always noticed a highly-Casted female around.

 

 

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