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 What we've all been waiting for [V&L]
Rhiann
Posted: Feb 20 2012, 04:56 PM


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((ooc: I'm just opening it, I leave the direction of this thread in the hands of DG, Shelly and Welshie... to begin with))

The Duchess deGrada sat in one of the larger function rooms in the royal palace. The room was much the same as any other in this large, drafty place. Stone flags for a floor and windows that looked out onto the royal grounds. There was a raised dais at one end that was currently the home of two grand chairs, if ever the royal couple wanted to hold an audience here. But other than that it was drab and without character.
Rhiann remembered when this room had looked much different. Banners of bright cotton and silk colours draped the walls and hung from the ceiling, along with the motifs of three of the highest families in Tetel'ac, the LaRoux, Du Nord and DeGrada.
Instead of an empty room, there had been rows of seats, filled with nobles all gazing avidly at the dais as one of the most disturbing and exciting events of many years had taken place.
It was in this room that the dangerous Rhiann Du Nord had been married to the loyal Roland deGrada. She remembered every detail, as she always did. That her husband to be looked unfocussed from his first escape into drink, while she choked on the words of the vows. The glee and doubt in equal measure from their audience, who came to watch the unlikely union that could never work. The king and queen watching with stony expressions. And the reddened face and puffy eyes of that pathetic broken-hearted girl that watched her love marry another. Oh, and one could not forget the bored little face of young Edmund, only five years of age, gaining a new father.
No one had thought the marriage would last, least of all Rhiann. She had hoped that Roland would die, either at her hand or in the unrest of those turbulent times, preferably after she had gained a DeGrada heir from him.
She could not have dreamt that their son, Mailor, would die before her husband. And oh how she tried. But despite her efforts, Roland had survived. Not only had he survived, but the warring couple had brought Tetel'ac crumbling to the ground, and had rebuilt it to their design (with a few hiccoughs along the way).
And now it was all coming to an end. Rhiann was no fool, she knew that as soon as she left the castle, Roland would find a way to break the marriage - if indeed he had not already. Strange, she had thought that she would feel some sort of relief when the time came. But instead she only felt hollow, a bitter disappointment that the twenty years she had been shackled to him and all she had done for him, it had come to nothing.
The Duchess sighed. She wished that Roland would see the truth that he needed her, for where else would he find his equal. But he had less chance of realising that than abstaining from alcohol for life. Oh well, she would just have to do what was expected of her - make him and everyone else very sorry that she had been disposed of.
"Your Grace, they are ready for you."
A timid voice came from the doorway, and Rhiann looked up to see a servant swiftly backing away, not wishing to stay as the bearer of bad news.
The Duchess rose from her seat, brushing the lines out of her skirt and returning her appearance to perfection (perfection is not always beauty, my darlings). She moved with grace despite her age, and walked out of the room and through the castle. It was decided that she was leaving, and she was going to be the last person to make a scene. Naturally.
She strode towards the main doors, which were opened for her by two nervous-looking guards...


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Roland deGrada
Posted: Feb 21 2012, 04:33 PM


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The significance of today was on a strict need-to-know-basis. Roland knew, Rhiann knew, Duke Caras knew, Count Grosvner knew, Mason Thorne knew and a few of Rhiann's servants - those she had deigned to tell, knew, not to mention the few Regesvard knights incorporated on the mission. But no one else knew. Oh, sure, it was no mystery that something was going on to those keen enough or observant enough to watch had surely picked up. But no one had been told. There was only a party of servants taking a few luggage trunks out to a carriage and the carriage itself standing in the courtyard to give away the day. No noise. No bother. Just movement. Surely, even some of the servants who loaded the carriage and the soldiers who filled out the guard and entourage didn't know 100% what was going on. They were simply told to do and they did.

Most of the afore-mentioned "knowers" were in, or about to be in, that very courtyard. And soon after that, away on their west-bound journey. But ROland, good king ROland...he wanted nothing to do with it. He hadn't seen her that morning - in fact he hadn't seen her since the whole "Dianne/Freja fiasco" - and he had no more urge or desire to see her now just because she was going away.

Seeing her now wouldn't change a thing that happened between here and there anyway. Here, the castle in Fexlund. There...the Grosvner's palace in Kelyea, and then the Caras' private island-home. Not a nunnery as he had desired. Not Halvensvard - the Regesvard's very own "tower-of-london." A palace. Nothing more than house-arrest...if she made it there at all.

Don't get him wrong, he had faith in his guards, but Roland knew, truly knew, the ingenuity of Rhiann and the faithfulness (for some reason) of her Black Court. And he knew, to some extent - or rather had the severe, gut-feeling - that what he had decided on...was not going to have what people thought was his desired effect. It couldn't. Not after more than two decades as the scourage of Tetel;ac, the Black Court couldn't - wouldn't die on some beach in Kelyea. It was merely being temporarily set back.

No, of all things Roland had done his annulment had been the most devastating to her plans. And even then...

Roland tried not to think about the future right now. At least so long as it pertained to Rhiann, or anything but Dianne. Maybe he was fighting a losing battle. Maybe Rhiann would see what he was doing (and even if she did, what would that change? She had never been the sort to see any lines of amnesty between opposing powers. At least not without a common cause between them

And frankly, Roland didn't see any power anywhere against which the Black Court and Regesvard could once again marry. No, the next time those two met on the battlefield they would not be arm in arm.

Roland weighed the goblet in his hand, taking a deep breath over the red wine's shining surface, and danced his eyes briskly to the parchment which lay unfolded over the coffee table at his feet. The arangement of their annulment. Legally, Roland and Rhiann deGrada were no more. Legally, the never were. Oh, it was a bunch of hogwash really, everyone knows they were, but didn't it feel good to just pretend for a moment that the last 20 years had just been a bad, bad dream?

Of course, Rhiann didn't know about this litle arangment yet. She wasn't supposed to find out until Kelyea. Those had been the orders. They would wait until Kelyea before they told her that she was Rhiann Du Nord, duchess of nothing.

Turning the goblet in his hand, Roland finally lifted the perfect surface to his lips and drank to Dianne, the woman some might claim he'd done it all for.


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Isaiah Grosvner
Posted: Feb 22 2012, 04:11 PM


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Count Grosvner had just finished a very helpful meeting with the Duke of Kelyea, Thanos Caras. It was always an interesting relationship, despite tensions and grudges they often were able to work together for the common good when it boiled down to it. Isaiah was particularly stressed as a result of a meeting with the King the day before, and then with Rhiann earlier in the morning. There was some relief after he opened up about the dilemma to the Duke. Isaiah briefly had some food to eat before arriving in the Courtyard in his light military gear. His battle armour was ready-to-go in a special chest attached to the carriage that he would be joining Rhiann in for part of the journey. The Count's horse was also prepared, but would be guided by a trustworthy knight in the Count's service. Isaiah didn't want to be confined solely to the carriage for the entire journey with the Black Widow - such a move would be quite stifling.

The Count's knights were all around the carriage, fully armed and prepared for anything during their journey. They bore the standard of the Grosvner family, but they did not fly the King's flag. That was up to the men the King assigned to the mission, but Isaiah figured since the King wanted nothing to do with this it was likely no one would be bearing the Royal Standard. The Caras Standard though did fly, as the Duke was involved in this operation. It involved Kelyea, and a woman who was a danger to the stability of Tetel'ac. Initially it was going to be a smaller group, but because of threat analysis of this mission more knights and soldiers had been assigned to the protection of this convoy. There was going to be many Regesvard Knights among the mounted soldiers, but they would not be distinguishable.

Isaiah stood by the carriage when he saw the doors open and turned to witness the dramatic exit of Rhiann du Nord from the Castle. Though Isaiah secretly wondered if she was still even eligible to use the surname of her first husband, or if she once again would be known as Rhiann Danum. He only smiled faintly and bowed politely as the woman walked outside. "Your Grace, your luggage I am sure has been loaded onto the trunk of the carriage? I hope you are ready for the journey," he said as he gestured to the expensive black carriage that sat out in front with the Grosvner coat of arms upon its side. They would at least make the means of transport comfortable for the Duchess. The carriage was of top-notch quality, indeed only the type to be commissioned by a family as extravagant as the Grosvners. Isaiah had ordered some wine and fresh fruit to be stored in a compartment in the carriage so they could enjoy some company.

"There is much space within the carriage, and please make yourself comfortable," the Count said pleasantly. The formalities were part of the presentation of all of this. Because of his recent meeting Isaiah had changed some of his plans and would be personally escorting the convoy all the way to Kelyea. The organisation was very prepared for any sort of traps that could spring up, but there was more than just preparation. There were now contingencies, and the Count of Hoei was not alone among this journey. There was more to this than meets the eye. Though Isaiah's armour was in a chest on the side of the carriage, he would not be unarmed while in the carriage. Later on in the journey he would exit the carriage, put on armour, and ride upon his horse.
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Thanos Caras
Posted: Feb 23 2012, 03:51 PM


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[Out Of Character: Skippish, One Round, Only! -nudges Rhiann- Your turn, dearie.]
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Rhiann
Posted: Feb 28 2012, 06:02 PM


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The Duchess looked across the courtyard. It all looked innocent enough, a carriage awaited to take her on a well-earned vacation. Her maids and servants wereall prepared to travel, and her luggage was stowed securely away. There were guards of course, a lot of them. But everybody knew that the Duchess was a highly paranoid individual, no one would question their presence.
The Duchess made her way down the wide, shallow steps from the royal palace that had been her home on several occassions, from house arrest under the laRoux rule, to the uncrowned queen of the deGrada's so far short and questionable rule. She glanced over her shoulders, glancing up at the palace that had so long been her aim. She swore that she would return, or she would see the place in rubble.
She was unsurprised that her husband had failed to see her off. Dearest Roland was probably in his rooms having a celebratory drink. But she raised her eyes to see the Count Grosvner. Her expression was blank and gave nothing away as the man greeted her with the respect she deserved (so much better and more believeable a greeting than his previous obnoxious words), she wondered what part he would have to play in the spectacle that was to unfold. After all, his reputation was likely to be ruined, whether he went along with the Duchess' plans or not.
The Duchess sighed, having nothing to say to the Count, and moved on to the carriage. The door was opened and the steps lowered, and a knight came forward to assist the lady into the dark recesses of the carriage.
The Duchess stepped up without fuss, there was nothing to be gained by acting crudely or ciolently at this point. She settled herself into the dark carriage, smoothing her skirt out and waiting for the party to move off.


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Isaiah Grosvner
Posted: Feb 29 2012, 12:35 AM


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The Count could almost hear the melodramatic sounds of an orchestra in his mind as the cold spider of a woman made her steps up. She walked so gracefully, elegantly, and with a stoic sense of duty despite what she knew laid ahead of her. Though her calm, nonchalant matter did not fool the Count. She probably had thought of dozens of ways to get her revenge, and would wait for the opportune moment. Wasn't it wall everyone where was waiting for? Everyone was waiting for the opportune moment. It just happened this was the opportune moment for King Roland to get rid of the baggage of his wife, with the Church regaining some limelight in annulling the marriage. Duke Caras was demonstrating his service to the country by contributing Regesvard to the mission, which made the Count wonder how high the Duke ranked within the Regesvard, but then it was also logical for the Duke of Kelyea to be involved in a scheme that brought Rhiann to his domain. Count Grosvner was seeking to prove himself after being low key for many decades. So many names mixed into this bag of chaos, so many possibilities for fate.

The Count simply let the Duchess slide past him and into the carriage that waited. Isaiah casually stepped to the side and turned carrying himself gracefully. He breathed in, and then sighed. They had a few days ride ahead of them to Hanalei. Rhiann Danum would go to Grosvnersburg, in the very least for the short term. They could find her a convent, but maybe the Duke of Kelyea would have some interesting ideas to suggest. Those talks would come later. Isaiah watched the Knight help left Rhiann into the carriage. He looked at one of the castle guard leaders, "Rhiann's staff will catch the convoy that leaves tomorrow," the Count instructed to the Crown Equerry and Master of the Horse. After the brief exchange he nodded to the two gentlemen before proceeding to the steps of the carriage. He looked around. By now there was many Regesvard Knights swarming the convoy. Many were filing into the riding columns both ahead of and behind the carriage, which would remain in the middle. The Count did try to scan the many knights, but there was indeed many of them. The large assortment now present wasn't the compact party that was set to leave this morning; it had definitely grown. The rule of thumb was that Rhiann was not to be trusted.

The Count pulled himself into the carriage, and then stuck his head out. "Have the General proceed with starting the convoy, we move out now." The Count was firm, and spoke with some authority. He ducked down back into the carriage and shut the door. It was just the two of them in the rather finely crafted horse-drawn contraption. The carriage was spacious, and the seats were cushioned with leather covering; it was clearly well built and very expensive. He bowed his head, "Your Grace," he said quickly, before pausing. He looked at a little box and opened it, inside there was some grapes, and a few bottles of Kelyean wine, along with a pair of thick crystal goblets wrapped in velvet sheaths.

"Unfortunately the plans have changed. The Regesvard has forced me to come along, because they do not trust either of us. They have also allotted additional Regesvard Knights to join our convoy. It's practically an armed legion of the King's best," he expressed, and then sighed. The Count pulled out the two goblets and placed them in custom-made goblet holders on the side of the carriage with only a window and no door. He poured red wine into his goblet. "Have you time to care and spare for a drink?" The Count smiled briefly, and made his cheesy offer gesturing with the wine bottle. It was up to the Duchess, but they did have a long trip ahead of them. Sharing some wine, and some grapes could pass time.
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Thanos Caras
Posted: Mar 2 2012, 06:01 AM


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Change had finally come.

Since the incident that sparked the interest and debate of nobles and peasantry who resided in the Castle and beyond, things within the massive, populated complex have been tense. Not many believed the rumors that the frigid, bitter woman Rhiann deGrada had, for once in well over a decade, had pressed her lips to another man's own, to stop him from doing what he intended to do. Of course, had to be also said, from an outside point of view, he was... unfortunately... the second man to have done so, hypothetically speaking. Twas a shame, was it not -- Roland deGrada? (Outbested again by the Bull of the Black Court! Not that... anyone knew that.)

Either way, the king was well aimed on divorcing the frigid bitch and moving on his life as the king to a kingdom that was beginning to feel the strain of hardship. With a war picking up in the east and rumor of it spreading, Thanos Caras had done the one thing he had never truly intended to do, on this particular matter.

Keep his damn trap shut.

It was quite apparent Roland was not voicing things to him so in return, as leader of the Regesvard, he was doing the same. Power had shifted and with the subjects of what he had spoken to Edmund du Nord still weighing heavily upon his mind, he had sought to remain focused on maintaining his image. The daily affairs of drinking (sometimes more than he... preferrably desired), and forcing himself to wrap a cold, clammy hand around some courtesan's arm from time to time, were beginning to just... wear a bit thin.

Lo' and behold it would be one morning when he would be forced to rise out of bed at the behest of a nervous servant, speaking of a noble who wished to see him, and if at all possible, immediately. Twas none other than the Count of Hoei himself and while he briefly recalled their last meeting, he... wasn't about to don on a sheet around his lower body just for the poor man. At least, not for the first... five minutes or so.

(cough)

When their banter moved onto the subject of Roland's wife, one couldn't deny his golden eyes had not narrowed and his became expression more solemn. Questions were asked where they were needed to be asked, but all-in-all, Duke Caras was forced to pay mind to the fact, while Isaiah Grosvner was indeed in charge of entertaining that arachnid, he... would most likely need some aid in the process. Mention of his brother was made, about seeing that he would immediately come and meet the convoy. As for whether or not Duke Caras would attend the convoy himself also, he would have made no direct answer, save for offering a small, delegated legion of his best men to aid Grosvner in the travel across Tetel'ac. The regesvard however were a different question and although he would have pointed out to Isaiah that it would be best for it to be mentioned to Roland rather than through Thanos (mind you, it made him feel like he was kissing one set of jewels to the next, -snort-).

He, himself, would have been in that company of his men, disguised as one of their own lot. Riding not his heavy, black stallion for once in his bloody life, he was on some plucky, drabby brown gelding of a sod who had a mind of his own. Clad in light armor, hair pulled up tight and underneath a helm, he ... beyond all reason, looked... a tad ridiculous, but hey, if it worked - it worked. Someone had to keep the queen of ship-wrecking icebergs and her jester who had coins constantly shitting out of his ass in line, in lord knows only some way.)

In the end though, a captain of the lot was publicly designated and his name was passed onto Isaiah easily because he was indeed... a loyal old kelyean fool, as Thanos put it, oddly bemused. Well over his own age by nearly ten, perhaps twelve, years, he was a rigid, straight up, stick in the spine, but he knew his job well.

[Wow um, nice introduction on my part for my first Thanos post. I am sorry! I'll be uh, more uh, ....nvm.... It's a bit jumpy, I apologize, it'll smooth out next post or so, I didn't want to write TOO much in one go.]
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Rhiann
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 02:03 AM


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The disloyal King who abandoned his legal wife; the Duke whose first language was sin, his second subterfuge; and the Count who would sell his soul to gain a little more position in this life. Not to forget the hundred or so knights and soldiers that were here out of sense of duty, loyalty to the King, or merely completing the task set them.
There were indeed many names and fates mixed into the scene. And Rhiann Danum casually thought how she would double-cross or see them all die without a hint of guilt, if she could achieve her aims. She wondered how violently this would end, in contrast to how civilly this trip began. Oh well, only time would tell, and she would watch for the signs that her plans had come to fruition.
The carriage rocked as another stepped into it. Duchess' eyes snapped to the man who dared enter, and she inwardly sighed. It had been too much to hope that she would be allowed to travel alone. Did they fear that she would raise an army if left alone in a sealed box? Or perhaps that the Devil himself would come up and rescue her.
She snapped open her fan to cool herself in this stuffy box, she wished that the damn thing would get moving so they could have a breeze. The Duchess remained silent as the Count explained himself, her eyes remaining on him hungrily. At his words she... she gave the hint of a smile, and turned her head away.
When the Count spoke again, the Duchess looked back at him coldly.
"I have nothing but time, Count Grosvner. Do not be facetious, sir, it is unbecoming."
The Duchess snapped, having no patience for humour, but waiting for him to pour a drink nevertheless.


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Isaiah Grosvner
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 12:33 PM


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The Count didn't consider himself a sell-out, mostly because he was the man to buy things from other people. He made the best deal, and he knew the woman across from him was the least trustworthy. The Black Widow had betrayed many members of her Black Court once they were not useful for her purposes. Isaiah did not want to associate with such conniving insects for too long, and so he decided he would make his own destiny. He did weigh many options against each other and keep them open in his mind.

The carriage was rolling at a very good pace, the Grosvners after all possessed some of the fastest carriages designed by the best coach makers that could be bought. There was a nice refreshing draft coming through some ventilation openings. The Count just went about pouring the wine into the glasses. It was a dry red wine, which was generally preferred by the Count over the sweeter varieties. He took some of the grapes out and placed them on a table. The only thing this little romantic carriage play was missing was the silk and chains. Oh well, at least the Duchess could now have some wine to help with the long, boring journey.

"And we both know that time is money," he replied dryly. The Count took a sip of his wine and let the aged grape taste dance in his mouth. It was aged in some oak barrels, and mixed with some raspberries, and possessed a distinct taste. He did not pay attention to the bitter words the woman opposite of him spoke. He did not need to impress her, when he was married to a woman far more beautiful. "Your Grace, what would you say is your main goal for the next year that you wish to accomplish?" The Count decided to ask a more inquisitive question, but something that could at least provide some conversation for the short while.
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Rhiann
Posted: Mar 5 2012, 02:42 AM


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The Duchess held back the curtain to allow the fresh breeze into the stuffy box, and to get one last glimpse of the royal palace. Oh, how many times had she come close to possessing the crown, how many schemes had she been involved in to bring the Danum bloodline back to the throne. It was hard to keep count, from her parents trying to force a union between her and King Lucian, to her own play in trying to force Princess Ambrosia to wed one of her sons nearly thirty years later, and everything in between.
How many people had died or been ruined in the name of progress? Were their sacrifices a waste now that she had been thwarted once more as she came so agonisingly close to the crown. She wondered if she would have actually become less dangerous if she had succeeded, or was scheming now written into her blood and bones.
The Duchess sighed and let the curtain drop, covering the window and shielding her from curious eyes. They were passing through the city now, and the people would not miss this spectacle. It was only to be expected, an army accompanying a carriage. The brightest of them would realise that only one person warranted such guarding - either for her protection, or the protection of others. And the people would be left to wonder what was going on.
Rhiann wondered if her husband had let out a story, that she was to go holiday in Keylea; or had he been more honest with his subjects than with his wife - that he was putting her aside so he could marry his whore. Or were the people completely in the dark, left to made up their own rumours and theories.
The Duchess accepted a glass of wine from the Count with a distinct frown as he continued to roll out a cliche that was as pointless as it was untrue. It might apply to Count Grosvner, in fact after their conversations Rhiann was very much sure that he was driven by wealth and increasing his income. But the Duchess had never chased money. She had it, her first husband had been one of the richest men in Tetel'ac, Esquiol had been nearly independent in years gone by (a dangerous seat of power for a dangerous woman). And she knew the value of bribes. But her ambition was one of position.
The Duchess' cold green eyes flicked over the Count as he tried to make conversation. Did he really expect her to divulge her true plans? Even if there were not ears everywhere, why should she confide in him? And if he was thus aware and knew whatever she would say was a lie, why did he waste his breath?
"How can one make plans when their current path is not determined?"
She replied shortly. Though the question was vague and unattached to herself. She knew where she would be in a years time. She had her plan. And if that failed, she had an alternate plan. And if that failed, another alternate...


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Isaiah Grosvner
Posted: Mar 6 2012, 08:08 PM


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Most carriages could be stuffy, but this one was designed for comfort and to allow one to breath as much as possible. Count Grosvner was quite used to carriage travel so it didn't bother him much, though being in the same place with Rhiann Danum was another story. There is a reason he did request one of his men to keep his personal horse at ready. He wasn't going to be inside the carriage with her the entire time. He was also prepared for battle, knowing full well of the warnings of the lady with him.

Greed was an unfortunate family trait in the Grosvner clan, and being at the top required they did all possible to stay on the top. Definitely not in title due to how events unfolded, but certainly it was true in wealth and overall net worth. The combination of Grosvner blueblood, it's old money, and the powerful influences of the Sandford new money that his mother introduced through her marriage. It was true that Rhiann had married one of the richest men in Tetel'ac, in fact a cousin of Isaiah's father. Duke Edmund du Nord I was actually quite close with Duke Cyrus Grosvner, until his marriage, and Isaiah's father had never forgiven Rhiann for the death of Edmund. Isaiah had sat in with his father, while his father ranted about the treacherous Rhiann du Nord. Back in those days when Rhiann had become the Duchess with her husband's death, Duke Cyrus Grosvner was probably one of her larger obstacles in Court before Jezebel put him on a leash.

He only nodded faintly. Only fate could tell how things would turn out for everyone, but still any meticulous planner had an idea of their goal. All they needed to do was work out the finer details to achieve those goals. "Your Grace usually calculates with precision, or am I incorrect?" The Count took another sip of the dry red wine. This bottle was one of his favourites, using a Malbec grape from Eastern Hoei.
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Rhiann
Posted: Mar 11 2012, 02:37 AM


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The Duchess settled in for a long, tiring trip. The rock of the carriage was soothing, and she stared unseeingly at the curtained window (drawn shut to keep out common eyes). It almost worked to quiet her constantly whirring mind. Almost.
It was going to be a quiet journey too, if Rhiann had her way. She was not one for small talk, and she was hardly about to converse on larger subjects with Count Grosvner. Primarily because of the Regesvard ears that would report their every word. And even if the spies were not there, Rhiann did not trust the man who sat with her. Oh, she would make good use of him yes, but she would never pour any information into his traitorous head.
Absent-mindedly, Rhiann ran her long brittle fingers over a ring on her left hand. The gaudy token that had been forced on her years ago to declare that she was the wife of Roland deGrada. She was surprised that Roland had not demanded it back on her departure. Hmm, he was probably too obsessed with maintaining the illusion that this was all a civil holiday, agreed by all parties. Rhiann wondered if anyone actually believed the ruse. She sighed. Roland really didn't know what was best. That was why he needed her. And if she couldn't make him see that, she supposed that he would just have to die.
The Duchess glanced at the Count as he questioned her again. Her eyes were cold and disdainful. Was he really such a fool? She had no use for fools.
"It is one of my more famed qualities."
The Duchess replied, a firm note ringing in her voice to say that she would not divulge any more. She ran her thumb across the glass, then raised the wine to her lips. Alcohol was always helpful in numbing tedium.
What did the Count wish to know? That cogs had been set in motion and could not be stopped? The parties involved were not idiots (well...), there were aware of what she was capable of, and everone expected something to happen. Rhiann Danum was not capable of backing down without revenge.


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Isaiah Grosvner
Posted: Mar 11 2012, 07:22 PM


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Count Grosvner did not consider himself traitorous, he was just a man seeking the proper deal. Life was an accumulation of various transactions. Some were irrelevant, some minor, others more complex, and some mysterious. Maybe Isaiah's mind of analytical greed could provide some insight on the philosophical understanding of life. He was certainly embraced among scholars and intellectuals of whom he was a major financier. He was a man who wanted to revitalise this stagnant world. Even some of his notions of allowing more individual freedom diverged from many of his peers.

It would be lovely for the Duchess to underestimate the Count on the grounds of being a fool. The Count believed it was better to be asking the questions rather than answering them, but still many did not like to answer questions. Well that was the game the Duchess wished to play. Very soon she would be without political power, nor much resources. Her ex-husband, who legally was never her husband because of the annulment, really did seek to burn her. No title, and he would not be allowing her access to the estate, money, or other resources under his title as King or as Duke of Rodan. The Count was familiar with the situation, though his family was not as burnt as much as Rhiann just was.

Well of course Rhiann had a plan, and countless others. Recovery would be slow, and take longer. Isaiah did not wish to underestimate the woman opposite of him, but he would not be taken advantage of. He only smiled and watched the woman opposite of him. There truly wasn't much more to say.

"When we arrive at Grosvnersburg I have some documents to go over with you," he commented. The Count held up an official rolled scroll. He had it here with him, but he placed it back in his bag. He wasn't going to divulge it now and here, he would let the Duchess wait. It may wet her appetite and her curiosity.

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Rhiann
Posted: Mar 19 2012, 04:59 PM


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Rhiann rarely underestimated people. For too long she had been involved in dubious dealings and treacherous schemes. She always managed to bring out the worst in people. And as much as she considered them fools, she would never assumed she knew their full potential. She had learnt that lesson long ago. The last man she underestimated was a pitiful Count from a backward land of cave dwellers. And that man had turned out to be her match for over twenty years.
The Duchess continued to sit, gazing without focus, as though she were in this carriage alone (as she longed to be). But her attention was briefly caught by the Count that sat with her as he dangled some parchment before her and nestled it away again.
"Very well."
The Duchess murmured, knowing that she had no intention of stepping foot in Grosvnersburg. It was not part of the plan to go that far. Rhiann cared little what documents the Count offered her. An annulment for her marriage perhaps? Rhiann was surprised that Roland hadn't pasted it to the walls of the carriage so she could bask in her failure for the long journey. Or hadn't he managed to accomplish that bit of legality yet. Hmm, she would just have to wait and see.
"How many men do you think there are out there?"
The Duchess mused aloud.
"I counted three score as I entered the carriage. But that was while we were still in the courtyard. By the sounds of it the numbers have swollen. There are many Regesvard, I presume, amongst the many royal and Keylean knights. It is flattering that I require such company."


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Posted: Mar 20 2012, 10:43 AM


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He watched as the Duchess easily deflected the parchment. She was not curious at all about it? It was certainly an annulment, but he was sure that Rhiann would have questions about such a document. Annulments were not easily come by, and they didn't exist in the more people pagan religion more common in Rodan. Unfortunately for her, they were officially binding according to the ecclesiastical procedures of the Church.

"A legion of men, Your Grace," he responded. Just over one fifth of the Knights were the Count's own men, with another one fifth of Knights being Kelyean men that are of Duke Caras' household, the rest were Royal Knights, but many of those Royal Knights were Regesvard. The Count was not alone on this mission, he was being aided by an unlikely of friend. There would be more Kelyean reinforcements once they reached the border. Lord Jairus Caras would be waiting with additional forces. Not to mention Count Grosvner had a fail-safe detachment riding behind at a distance in case of attack, which could provide a swift counter-attack.

"It is because the His Majesty wants to make sure you get to Grosvnersburg with me. You need not worry, you will not be with me for very long. They don't trust me with keeping you for long, so they will be moving you somewhere more secure," he responded. It was a shame the Duchess was not too keen on staying in Grosvnersburg. It may be the only place she would be treated as royalty, if one looked past the fact she would be confined to closed quarters on a top floor of the palatial estate.

"I hope you don't have any plans of going elsewhere anytime soon?" The Count asked the question politely. "You aren't expecting company, are you?" It is not that the Count wanted to pry, but he would prefer to have some warning so he could get ready in case that happened. Though if she was expecting company, Isaiah was not sure it would be enough to attack a legion of the best Knights of three powerful houses in Tetel'ac.
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