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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on May 25, 2011 18:52:04 GMT -5
She had been worried that the new queen might take this at least semi-honest remark of wanting her as her tutor for mere exeeding flattery, and so had been waiting for her reaction rather anxiously. Part of it might have been said in jest, but the larger and more prominent part of it was surely true. Morgana, in all her regal confidence and determination was surely to be viewed as a role model, even though her methods seemed a little questionable. But one: who said everything the people whispered behind her back was true and two: what, pray tell was she to do? There were many saying she shouldn’t have dethroned Uther so brutally, but the facts were as they were now. Times were changing, and who could say if Camelot wouldn’t blossom now after this rather rough start? In any way, Morgana didn’t seem offended, and so Yassia had all the more reason to confirm her request. “The honor and pleasure would be all mine… Queen Morgana.”
There it was again, the slight flutter of unease in her stomach. This name just… rubbed wrong. It implied so much, not only that Uther had been dethroned, but also that Arthur had simply been overruled, wherever he was, that a completely new order had been established. Yassia still couldn’t bring herself to believe that Arthur, a man she had known for more than just from afar, was actually dead. It was simply unthinkable. She simply couldn’t lose another man that had – even if only slightly – acted as some kind of subsititute for a brotherly figure in her eyes. First she had lost her real brother, Ramon, then Mircea, her stepbrother. Would Arthur now be the next in line? And why was it she apparently was meant to lose those she cared for?
And yet, she had addressed Morgana with this title, as she had more felt than actually acknowledged the reprimand in the other woman’s voice. This was a matter of status. That she had consented to spend more time with Yassia didn’t mean she would think them equals. In fact, while asking for tutelage Yassia had drawn that line herself to her disfavor. She shouldn’t forget for a second that Morgana was the one in charge here! “I should hope for that too”, she said though, bowing her head respectfully. After all, what was the saying: “Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer”. And as long as she hadn’t fully worked out to which category Morgana would belong to, she would do very well in keeping eyes and ears alert.
For now, Yassia only watched the scouts’ reaction, leaving the talking entirely to Morgana until she had made the necessary introductions. There were two other men in the same room as far as Yassia could make out yet, younger than Ollien who hastily jumped to their feet only to bow as well after a distinctive glare from the older man. One of them, the youngest had a particularly uneasy shifting and an almost guilty expression on his face, which made Yassia wonder what or rather who they’d been talking about when so suddenly interrupted. And apparently he thought offense to be the best defense, because he eagerly asked. “How may we serve our Queen?”
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:37:39 GMT -5
Morgana turned her attention from the princess to the scouts before her, taking in the men before she spoke. They looked suitably worried, though they tried their best to hide it. It wasn't a bad thing. Times like these always brought a bout of worry for those who could never be certain if their places were secure in the new world, but if they did this job well, and caused no problems for the new Queen, Morgana had no aversion to permitting them to remain in their positions. Head held high, Morgana smiled. "The Princess Yassia and I have just been having a discussion regarding the state of affairs in her native kingdom of Ailantha," she explained. It wasn't neccessary to divulge to much information, but in this case, the more information the scouts possessed the better. Especially since Morgana would be sending them into a potentially hostile situation if they approached the wrong persons.
Servants of the kingdom they may be, but even the scouts were worth something. Especially to her, a new Queen who would need to solidify treaties and reassure other kingdoms. "She wishes to contact some acquaintances of hers within the kingdom, however with the current state and leaders in place, it could be dangerous. I have decided to assist her in this endeavour and pledged Camelot's aid. That is where you come in," Morgana continued, gesturing to the men with a wave of her hand.
"Princess Yassia will instruct you regarding those she wishes to contact, as well as the best means of doing so. I am sending you out bearing the trust of both the Princess and myself and it would not do well for you to betray that trust." Morgana did not want to threaten the men, but it was not only Camelot that ressided upon the descretion of this mission. If they betrayed Yassia, or herself, to the other King, she would see them punished. Severely. Deciding the men understood her, Morgana turned to Yassia and gestured with her hand for the other female to speak. She, after all, possessed the knowledge the men would need.
Both names and the best ways to contact those people.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Sept 29, 2011 6:29:14 GMT -5
Yassia knew that now it was her turn to speak. It made her a little bit nervous, but that was probably due to the fact that it had been so long since she last had acted with the full sovereignity of a Princess and designated Queen of Ailantha. She had been content to stay in the background for too long. Here, people treated her with respect of course, but she had nothing to say, nothing to decide. And she couldn’t let this fact get in her way now! So, smoothening her dress with her left hand one last time, she cleared her throat and started to say what she had thought up on her way towards this room. “What Queen Morgana said is true. I need your help to discreetly contact a few people. Discreet because it could be dangerous for them to be associated with a foreign force that could help in overthrowing the ursurper that undoubtedly now sits on my throne.”
The thought of Guifré having taken over the wonderful kingdom she had grown up in, oppressing those she had known for a lifetime and loved made Yassia more than sick, it made her angry to boot. But she needed a level head for this business, so she took a deep breath and unclenched her fists. “For one there is Constancia, my old nursemaid. She lives in the lower parts of Taykhe now, the capital of Ailantha. Practically everyone knows her name, she will be easy to find. Start with her, she will be able to tell you who is still on my side. Another option is Miquel, the seargant of the royal guard – if he still holds that position that is, but that also Constancia can tell you. To him you can turn concerning all questions of my uncle’s military strength.”
Other names Yassia did not dare name yet mention, as their loyalty would be waning at best. Was this really what her life and prospects had come down to? Two elderly people that held her fate in their hands? It didn’t sound very promising, that was for sure! But she couldn’t give up hope! She was already one step closer to the fulfilment of her dream than she had been in the last two years! In the oncoming silence, one of the more seasoned scouts cleared his throat and spoke up. “Alright, this is something we can work with, your Highnesses. But I don’t think any of us has ventured very far beyond the channel, so we first might need some good directions to go.” He looked to his queen expectantly, probably sensing that every command still would come from her.
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