Thread: Yes, your Highness! (Jane X QB)

Ice water? Nonsense, the water's hot and all! You'll love the feel of the warm water after a whole day of- he grasped her hand and suddenly...felt the hostility rising. He was always the idiot, unable to grasp, for the most part, the impact of his actions. He was always smiling like an idiot, pretending as if everything was going to be just alright! He really did mean that he was sorry...his pledge was all too real, like the feelings he had for her. ...Georgiana... he said, breathlessly as he drew his dagger, an ornate knife with an emerald on the end. He had stolen it from an Adean privateer back at Razorfen Cove, as a bet whether or not he'd get the dagger or lose his hands as punishment for stealing. Take my life. he said, his gaze dead serious and set right into her eyes. He placed the knife onto her hands, closing her fingers around it with his hands onto her own hands. ...I never really deserved to live since that day...I should have just resigned to my fate, dying by your side rather than to run away without you...as a coward would. warm, silver tears fell from his eyes, yet as best as he could, he tried to smile. T-this will make it up for everything...o-okay? So please...don't be so sad any more... This time, he wasn't lying. He really didn't care for his life all these years he spent as a Privateer was to become strong enough to take her away from her captivity...if he only moved her from one cage to another, then all these years had been for naught. His only true absolution...was for her to end his life. Miselotte watched closely, resolving not to intervene in the tense situation. She wasn't planning on bathing together as well, but so curious was she to their relationship that she could not help but spy on them as she steered the ship... Petrona was waiting right outside. You deserve a rest, Petrona. All that diplomatic missions you keep taking are going to wear you out. Meister Rovira said, as he motioned for the guards to leave. I will gladly do anything to serve the Augusta and you should know this. Petrona had the smile of a mother, having been the previous Augusta's most trusted confidant she entrusted the schooling and grooming of her children to the woman. Rovira smiled, as he beckoned to walk with her. The Adean capital of Castille was a beautiful sight in such a peaceful morning tall spires and a bustling city life, merchants sailing to and fro, bringing spices and cargo from leagues beyond the Federation. What is the news from Gibraltar? he asked, nodding off to the guards that opened the door for them. They have agreed to repeal the levy, but in all, we have made little progress. They believe a union with Schwarzivald may be in their best interest, especially as their navy presses forward aggressively in the new world. Rovira sat on the chair, hand onto his forehead. Things were just piling up, one after another. There is also, of course, news of the situation in Krugis. It seems Queen Ismail is working tirelessly to diffuse the situation, yet she has had no progress with the Schwarzivaldian court and the Britannian homeland refuses to hear her out. the woman said, reading from the notes she had taken. Which means... Yes. It won't be long until she lands in Almerla. Petrona only said the following in due formality, though the two knew just what the outcome would be to risk Alma Britannia and the Schwarzivald republic to come down on them at a time when separatist sentiment in the Roman provinces at an all time high would prove unfavorable for them. Do not let that woman meet with the Augustas. I fear she may move them with pity and her desperate plea to save her people. Instead, I shall talk to her. Understood. It was cold, Petrona knew this, but it had to be done better for the blood of Krugis to be spilled than for the work of the Augustas before them crumble beneath the fanfare of cannon fire.