Alasair 42, 228: Running Out of Options

Running Out of Options
Summary: Confronted with the news about the capture of a Laniveer and the probable death of her halfbrother the Grand Duke, Emerit cannot help but admit to Roslin that she has received a note concerning a plan of escape.
OOC Date: 29/09/2013 (OOC)
Related: Pointy Things
Emerit Roslin 
Moniwid Suite, Darfield Castle
The first thing usually noticed about this room is the sense of openness, as it is not laden with heavy furniture. The floor is a soft grey marble. One wall features a huge window, taking up almost the whole wall and showing a lovely view of the horizon. To the right of the window, there is a stone fireplace decorated with amber and some old carvings. There is an incredibly cozy couch in front of the fireplace, in a dark brown cotton type material.

In the middle of the room, there is a burnished oaken long table with eight matching chairs. There are eight crystal place settings ready for use. A wild flower centerpiece has been placed on the table as decoration. The floor of the dining area has been covered with the prey of some hunter in the form of a brown bear fur rug.

There is a smaller wooden door, leading to the Grand Duke's Room, on the left wall of the room . On both sides of the door, small candles are available to provide light when it is dark. There are also candle sconces on the other walls and a candelabra on the table. Above the fireplace, the prey of some other hunters resides: two deer heads with beautiful antlers can be found, one to each side. Between the deer, the edges of two sharp, crossed swords glint.

42nd day of Alasair, 228

Emerit sits on the cozy couch before the fireplace, her feet drawn up under her as she leans slightly to the side. Her dress of dark blue offers shimmering reflexes of the fire in the hearth, her moss green eyes look thoughtful as they stare into the flames. Somewhere close by her handmaiden Yulanda and the Kilgour chaperone sit, busying themselves with some needlework, while the Bastard Princess does not seem to be in the mood for that task at the moment.

Though Roslin nearly ran down to The Princess' chambers, she paused outside the door to adjust herself. Fixing her hair. Drying her eyes from earlier. And calming her demeanor. So when she enters into Emerit's rooms, she has the tall, high-headed posture that she usually has. She curtsies low for the woman. "Your Highness. I have come to beg your help." She speaks easily and plainly.

Emerit rises at once as she notices the unexpected visitor, concern and maybe a flicker of worry showing in her gaze, as she returns the curtsey with the grace of a dancer. "Your highness, please do come in and have a seat. You look… troubled. What can I do to help?" Her eyes flit to her handmaiden. "Yulanda. Would you be so kind as to fetch some refreshments for us. Tea, I suppose?" An inquiring glance is shot towards Roslin. "And cookies." And while the handmaiden puts her needlework down at once to get the desired things, the fiery haired Moniwid Princess lowers herself back onto that couch, leaving enough space for the Kilgour to join her there.

"You are too kind, your highness." Roslin says, moving to settle down beside her. "I thank you." She looks to make sure the maids are not near, and then she lowers her voice a little to speak with the woman. "I am afraid I bring ill-tidings, my dear." She reaches over to take the Princess' hand in hers, as though to be reassuring. "Some terrible reports have reached me." She pauses, looking directly into the woman's eyes. "But then, you already know that, don't you, highness?"

There seems to be a slight tension already about the Moniwid as she studies Roslin attentively. But when the Kilgour mentions ill tidings, Emerit's brows jump up and she grabs the offered hand, pressing it slightly harder than she had intended. "Some terrible reports?" She shakes her head, her red locks bouncing about her as she does so, looking slightly bewildered. "Pray tell me! And how do you get the idea that I might already know…?"

"Because we know that the Laniveer smuggled you a message." Roslin says, softly, sympathetically. "Don't fret yet, for now it is just between you and I. But with what we now know …" Roslin puckers her lips into a frown and looks away. "There is no good news for either you or me, my dear. None at all. And we must come clean with each other if we are ever to see our respective countries out of this."

Emerit's complexion turns pale at Roslin's explanation, and her gaze flits downward as her hands fold before her in her lap. Still she manages a smile when she raises her green eyes to meet that of her guest, waiting for her reply for a moment as her thoughts start racing in her head. "The Laniveer?", she echoes, trying to buy some time. Then, as the Mist of the Island finally comes to a conclusion she nods slowly. "The incident yesterday at the practice fields. Someone had Yulanda trip and caught her and stuffed a small piece of parchment into her hand."

Speaking of Yulanda, just at this moment the handmaiden returns carrying a tray with a pot with hot tea, two clay cups and a plate with cookies. The girl keeps her gaze down as she sets the things down on the small table before the princesses, a quick anxious glance towards Emerit giving away she might have overheard the last bit.

Roslin nods, looking up at the servant as the tray is placed down. She nods, and waits for the servant to retreat again before speaking, and making sure her voice is quiet enough not to be overheard. "And what did the message say, your highness? Do you still have it?" Roslin keeps the other woman's hand in hers, comforting as much as she can in this time.

Emerit offers the handmaiden an assuring nod, still her own mien appears a bit tense for a moment. When Yulanda is safely back on her chair and continuing with her needlework, the Moniwid shoots Roslin a wary glance, before she raises her voice again: "Forgive me, your highness. I will gladly tell you about the message, but may I ask you something first? You find me quite surprised that you know about this detail. How did it come to your attention?"

"The conspirators were found out," Roslin admits, openly and honestly. "They will be questioned soon, no doubt." She squeezes the girl's hand. "But there is more, much more - we will come to the rest in a moment. I beg of you, for both our sakes - what did the message say?"

Emerit lets out a sigh, as she hears that, it could be either relief or dispappointment being vented but who can know for sure? Her gaze flits to Roslin's hand holding her own as she slowly begins to explain. "In the message it said I should come to the Chocola Emporium on the 43rd of Alasair at noon. And that I would be able to leave this place and be reunited with my… my brother." Her mouth tightens for a moment into a thin line. "And no, I do not have it anymore…" Moss green eyes cast a telling glance towards the fireplace. "I've burned it. Silly thing that I am." An almost amused chuckle leaves her lips and she bites her lip. "Would you believe me, that I was contemplating to agree to this folly?"

"Of course not," Roslin says with a little smile. "I imagine that in your position I would do much the same." She shakes her head, letting the smile fade. "But it is not to be now, my dear. There is none left to take you away, and … with what else I have to say to you today, it may be for the best. Our ships, Stewart's ships and yours met on the sea. Losses were great among all sides. Some say your brother's flagship may even have gone down." She shakes her head, looking right at the woman and trying to slide closer to her, to catch her eye. "I cannot know how you are feeling. But I have come here now to protect you, and I need you to remain with me here, to speak with me in a clear mind. I aim to see you safely through this all and, perhaps, one day home well and secure. But you must put your faith in me."

There is another sigh, this time it is certainly regret, while Emerit reaches for one of the cups Yulanda has poured for them, her hand tremblig a little. The new piece of information has her gaze jump right back at Roslin, her eyes wide with a sudden worry and a certin bewilderment. "Those ships /met/? Meaning what exactly? The Mobrin ships, Laniveer and ours?" Too aware that who has been fighting on which side is a detail, the Kilgour has failed to mention in what might be a clever move. But then her hand moves to cover her mouth as Emerit sits there in shock, as she hears about the presumed fate of her brother's ship. "Oh no!" Tears force their way up through her so composed mien, and her body cringes, as Emerit tries to suppress a sob. "But… is it certain?", she mutters as soon as she has regained some of her composure.

Roslin shakes her head. "Nothing is certain, your highness. Some are saying that a Kraken was summoned to the battle to fight within it. All we know is that there was one, and many men now lie in the bottom of a watery grave." She shakes her head. "Your countrymen and mine. But listen to me, my dear. We cannot be idle. I must beg you to do some things for me. First, I beg you tell me all you know of your brother and the Laniveer alliance, if anything until now has held back. And then … I must beg that you write to my father and offer to swear loyalty to him as the king of Mobrin and Laniveer. You must swear henceforth never to try and escape again. And when called, you must swear as I have indicated. That, at least, shall appease him, and perhaps grant you more freedoms here. And I believe, with such a gesture, you shall be able to live here safely among us until such a time when we have brought all of this to pass, and you shall be able to safely return home."

A sip of the tea is taken slowly and carefully, while Emerit listens to Roslin's words most attentively, her composure and calm more or less restored. The first question has her shake her head again. "I have already told you all I know about this, which is nothing indeed. There hasn't been an alliance with Laniveer when last I saw him, and he… well he never spoke to me about that." Another sip from the cup lasts a little longer as the Moniwid seems to ponder the next question most carefully. "Swear loyalty to King Callem…?" she muses thoughtfully, "Risking to join my brother's enemies, if he should indeed have turned against them? I wonder what will happen if I decline? Will I be publicly executed?" Her tone suddenly sharp at her last question as she shoots Roslin an almost challenging glare.

Roslin shakes her head. "I do not come here making threats, your highness. We have spoken enough for you to know me better than that, I think." She pats the girl's hand reassuringly. "But what has been passed to your servant will soon be known by my father's men. He is already sure to be beyond himself with pain for the loss of so many at sea. And to believe that he cannot trust you any longer to stay with the freedoms that have been granted you … I think you understand that some gesture of goodwill needs to be made toward him after you may have conspired to betray his trust. I understand why you did it. But you must understand now why I ask what I ask of you."

Emerit exhales deeply as she nods, in a gesture of finally acknowledging the wisdom in Roslin's advice. "I know your father's temper already well enough, your highness. I would do best not to enrage him any further. But I wonder if and in what way that would change my status? Will I stay the captive I am at the moment? Or will I become something like a ward? But yes, I agree to your proposal. I will swear loyalty to your father, and that I will not attempt any escape." Her mien looking suddenly pale and forlorn as she voices her agreement and seals her fate.

Roslin breaths a sigh of relaxation. "If I have my way about it, your highness, I shall see you set up as a ward." The Princess promises. She brings the girl's hand up to her lips and kisses it, graciously. "I must run to my father now, though I beg that in my absence you will pen to him what we have discussed. You shall have more guards on you now, for a time, but that is to be expected. I pray you put your faith in me and you shall see yourself one day home." She rises then, quickly. "I shall call upon you as soon as I know more, and shall relay all that I can." She curtseys to the woman, and turns to make her way out.

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