Argentiánę Palace
Roitálę, Ardinat
"Cartaín!"
A teacup fell to the floor. It was the fury of a hellish nightmare. Fear turned into anger. A hundred shards of flame...the tea was hot, anyway.
"Mistress, please!"
"Do you not comprehend, my noble servant? You have been at my side for quite some time...you should understand what this means!"
"Parthenian ships being attacked in the middle of nowhere, Mistress? How can that affect you and your plans?"
"How? The Artemian Union and the Iron Alliance may end up at war! And those Avengnons...knowing the weakness exposed in Meridia, they shall surely ask for an invasion to reclaim Tiguria! How foolish...how ridiculous!"
"Mistress, I have an idea..."
"What must you say to me, my noble servant?"
"Take them out"
Was he out of his mind? Attack the Avengnons?! That had to be a joke...
...Was it?
"I must apologize to you, Mistress, but I have been in contact with an Avengnon's servant..."
"Huh, what of it?"
"Come, Mistress..."
"The Count of Tolavérę is a closet democrat, and is eager to join you"
"...Excellent"
Luciánę stood up. She had a scheming smile in her face, and her eyes were filled with determination.
"Come now, my noble servant"
"What is it, Mistress?"
"We shall visit someone. Please, get my chauffer. We shall ride to Tolavérę"
"As you wish"
A ride of fate awaits them. A new destiny.