The Kings Ale House

[Carlotta]

Listening to Carlotta's speech, she quieted a moment. Fulfilling tasks of the Crown -- she almost scoffed but she tried to keep that collected mask upon her features, her eyes would always betray her,
though. "I have not met the Playwright, no. But I did dare to see the theater. It is a beautiful structure! I can imagine that His Majesty very much enjoys his
pictures, however I wonder that he does not prefer to watch from the front.
It would not be so difficult to create a Lord's room in the second or third
gallery as opposed to having it atop the tiring house." At such a lavish
offer of opinion, her eyes widened a little in surprise, and then more at
Carlotta's face paling. "My lady, are you quite well?" She leaned forward and touched a tender hand to the woman's arm. However, with the lean she caught the aroma of the drink and she, herself, coughed once softly. **

Inner Sanctum-:The joy of generalizations, and the inner filing cabinet of Adolph's was the changes and alterations that could and did take place but was not needed in this case, as those inner files stated Garan was interested in his appearance to others, simply put he was putting on a show. Mary was quite contrary to her current position, and Carlotta had a lot growing in her garden that was a little hazy at the moment. Though was
starting to clear up, she worked for the crown. She had connections with
shipping, they had met at the docks and she had been staring at the ships
after all...and the way she carried herself had made it obvious she was well
accustomed to them, and the things around them. But he was brought from his inner tasks at the sound of the coughs, his smile widening as his close seat brought the scent of his guess flooding into nostrils. It gave him the opening he had been sure would come.:...That is a most interesting flavor of tea Lady Carlotta, from whence are the leaves? The Scots?...:O he knew he was wrong, but then again that was the point. Attention now shifted from the Lady as she regained herself, instead falling upon Mary like the raptor with a fine mouse in it's sights.:...Tell me more of the theater if you would be so kind Lady Mary, I
have yet to see of it myself. I hear only those in good standing with his
Majesty may attend of late, many in his employment, is it true his loving wife
oft does not attend?...:The hens, would not sleep well tonight.:

Quick nod of her head to Mary in response, for she did recover from that surprise, an accusing glance towards the snoring Garan, as he was the source from which it came. "Good question, MiLord." Raspy response to Adolph. Sitting back once her fit had passed, the cup would remain upon the table and there left, untouched the rest of the night. It would be Adolph's last question that had her looking over at him with the slight quirk of a brow. Why would such information interest the man? It wasn't like she knew a lot about him. Their previous meeting had been a somewhat forced affair, and
conversations cordial at best. Now it was she who held that curious edge,silence maintained as she'd simply listen to the information passed between Mary and himself. In many ways she was like him, one who listened and watched.
Questions usually were spawned for reasons of accessing knowledge, and
perhaps she was mistaken by the role in which he served this land.


Put on the spot in such a way made her a bit ill at ease, but she straightened. "Good sir, I do not make it my concern to dip into the affairs of the Crown." LIAR! "I have only recently returned from France with His Majesty's sister, the Princess Mary. However, I am happy to tell you about the structure, or what I know of it. Perhaps His Majesty's playwright
would give you a tour? But if I may pry, why would such a thing concern? Is
it not His Majesty's concern, and the church?" Or was she addressing a man of the cloth and was unaware? **

Information-:Perhaps the question that should be asked is, why would he want them to think he was interested in such information? There were always two sides to a coin, no matter the similarities that one might perceive. His smile was a true thing that never faltered. His voice responded quickly, and easily...but there was enough pause to make it appear as if he had not expected such a comment.:...By all means Lady, I do not make it my concern merely...:A pause to make it seem he contemplated the words, really he thought of hers. Princess Mary, France.:...I am what you could
call...obsessed with his Majesty, and her Majesty respectfully. Their glory
and...:A curl of his lips further.:...Majesty overwhelms me, and I imagine that the building must be an amazing structure specifically with their presence within it. But what do I go on about, here you are counted in the friendship of her Lady Princess Mary, I do declare Lady that you easily impress. Your writings must be quite good reads...


For a long moment she watched him, her silence maintained, a glance then towards Mary. "Excuse me a moment, I'm in need of a replacement for my tainted drink." Rising and collecting her mug in hand, she'd work her way the short distance to the bar's end. When the serving wench neared, the two women's heads would bend close to speak in soft tones. The mug would be given to the serving maid, who nodded her understanding to the words
being shared. Had to be a discussion about her drink and it's strength for the time it took between the two. Soon her mug replaced with one fresh and lacking the liquor as the previous. Several coins would be pressed into the young woman's hand, who offered another nod and smile to the Barrister, before the
two parted ways. The maid to disappear within the kitchen, and she to return
to her seat before the hearth.

She smiled at the seeming compliment from the Fox. "Many thanks. I enjoy writing, coming up with stories to amuse, but it is merely an enjoyment and little more. Lady Carlotta believe I ought to try and have them sold." She smiled fondly to the Barrister as the woman returned to her seat. "She is a friend of the most loyal and wonderful kind: she has the ultimate faith in her friends." Eyes of forget-me-nots turned back to the man. "I ought to correct you, however. It is not my writing that brings me into Her
Highness's confidence." **

Correct-:It was with the most avid attention that Mary was listened too, in his facial expressions made it seem as if she were the only person present in the tavern. As if she, were the center of his world. It was perhaps meant to be a flattering thing. However it was not true, entirely at least, he made note of the Lady Carlotta's departure. He also made note that it took her a bit longer than it should to return...gauged on the two times Garan had risen. That was shelved into the back of his mind, along with the dozens of other factored pieces of information that as of yet did not make
sense, or have place. His eyebrow rose, as if surprise flooded him. It even
rested on his eyes, and across his features.:...I shall have to agree with her
Lady Carlotta, thy writings increasingly sound fantastic. If you do decide to
sell them, you must make it known to me post haste. I have yet to find a
writer I like within the city that I...truly enjoy. :Information,
misinformation, truth, and falsehood. It was rather like a dance.:...A
writer, a friend of the royal family, a beautiful woman, a skilled
conservationist. I must say Lady you are a surprise in such a drab night as this, I would not be surprised if it was your amazing skill at dance that brought you to her Highness's confidence at this point...

Her return would have her capture the comment Mary made to
Adolph. "Not so much faith in friends as it is in talent, Milady." Written
word was her forte', books her obvious passion by the weight of them she
often trudged around with. A common enough sight within the castle walls, be she
seated at a table in the library, or nose deep in a volume while slowly
walking around the castle grounds. Now she'd call Adolph on one of his
comments, her focus to turn upon Mary as she'd offer that genuine smile. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to permit him the honor of reading one before it's published." Here she'd also call Mary out on the carpet about their own
discussion days prior. "Perhaps if he states as I have, it'll convince you more into publishing your fine works." That said, a smile offered to both, then that
mug would be lifted to gently blow upon the heated surface of that it
contained. Wisps of steam to dance about features, a glance spared towards the bar area, casually. Cup tilted to slowly sip from before it would lower to settle upon her lap, slender digits entrap it between them as the shell's warmth was being absorbed.

Mary glanced warily over at Carlotta before gently shaking her
head. "No, my stories to not belong in the hands of the public. Truly, Lady,
I think you shall be the only that ever reads them." And only after making
sure to catch the woman's gaze did she glance back towards the man. "You flatter
too easily, sir, but thank thee."

Pity-:Ah but Mary was attractive, a ripe piece of ill
experienced information. He had to stop himself in his excitement, but
Carlotta made it easy...she after all cut him off, with purpose. But doing so
showed her own hand that she truly held an interest in what he only wanted to appear to hold interest in. If nothing else the night was turning out entertaining, the fox had his own intentions and desires each as varied as the next and each interconnected in such an odd pattern as the thief and the victim
are.:...I do not flatter, I only offer truth my Lady...The Lady Carlotta has
the right of it, you shall have to endeavor to send me some of your
writings...:With this he repositioned himself once more in his chair, as a mock
throne. His attention, by the gaze of black eyes, shifting first to one and
then the other Lady which was not difficult given their own seats. :..How is
your drink Lady Carlotta? It did take them long enough to retrieve it...


"I truly think you should share at least one, Mary. So
talented you are." Glance at the woman, and she could very well gain lashings
for this next bold comment. "It would be a sin to keep it hidden." Stated as
the mug had only lowered slightly. About to lift it for another sip to be
enjoyed, when his questions would come forth, in combination with the
comment. Lowering further as her attention was now fully upon him, and she
did offer the warmth of a smile. "Not nearly as breath-taking as the first." Bit of a smirk did touch her lips at that moment, the smile easily enough to return.
"Had nothing to do with the drink, as much as it did in securing a room for
Garan, and the muscle it would entail to carry him up to such and deposit
him without harm or molestation." Not meaning of the sexual kind, but of the
man being rolled along the way. Which was truth all the same, but was it in
totality? Only one other would know, and the Barrister offered nothing more, so
noted as the mug was lifted to sip from again.

[Carlotta]

True, she could very well have killed the woman if she didn't
like her so much! "To be perfectly frank, I am not entirely sure I can trustthe good sir with such. To read one's writings is to peer into their soul,
and such an honor ought to be earned..." Her gaze swung over to the Fox them,
slender brows lifted. "Should it not, sir?"


Insults-:Very...limited in social standing. It was an
insult directed towards him, but he chose to pretend ignorance in the ability
to detect such. So instead he smoothed it over.:...If that is your belief,
surely one cannot be... killed for naught but a belief. :His grin was the fox to
the hen. His eyes shifting to the Lady in green.:...She must not be starving
for readers as you suggest then, and with he writing so well I will shall, itappears, need find satation to my reading desires elsewhere...:It was not really
anything that needed to be said, but the unsaid was really? I don't believe
you.:...How did the two of you meet? You seem well acquainted, and Carlotta
has obviously earned the honor of viewing her soul...


That had a brow rise as her attention turned upon Mary. She
found it quite surprising the woman said as much. They had known each other
but a day when the privilege was granted herself; although she was
persistent. Although, with this knowledge, it'd not be voiced, nor would she challenge Mary's claim. As the two spoke, she maintained silence and sipped her tea; in an occupying manner. It would be to his question of their meeting that focus would shift to Mary, then upon him. "The rescue of a lamb in a den of
wolves." Mary was the lamb of course, and the wolves, those who frequented
this place. Carlotta knew all too well how the likes of those here just
drooled at the chance of snagging up a woman who outwardly exhibited their timid
nature. She had simply crossed the room and introduced herself, the two women
hit it off from the very first moment.

Den the wolves was right, and beneath the table, careful not
to move her upper arm in any way at all, her elbow twisted and her hand
extended to Carly's in hidden sight to give it a brief squeeze. "Sir, what
house are you of? I ought to know, but sadly, I am lacking in information." **

Information-:He let his smile extend, and silence with it.
As if a few moments of suspense as to just what, and where he was. But he did
not let the silence extend to the point of being impolite. She may have
insulted him, knowing or un-knowingly. But she was certainly a pawn to
think upon.:...I am of no house you would hear much about, my father was a
smart man and managed to enter certain merchant enterprises that afforded him
the ability of purchasing a place for his son in the army. I am a Captain
My Lady Mary, in his Majesty's army...:A fact Carlotta would be well aware
of, she after all had seen him in uniform, she had heard him kill three men
though she knew it not. She had been saved from being a killer herself, or
victim of rape by his sharp mind and his ability to...play the part.:...I
have only recently returned home to England, as per the request for
experienced troops and officers upon home soil...:Mostly true, the last bit of information seemed an explanation of his presence and words but was also, to an agile mind, a pointing out of stirrings. Why else would troops of experience be
needed?:...It is a much more boring life, I see little in the way of lambs and
spend much of my time amongst the wolves. I have to say, tonight has been a
most enjoyable change of pace in the kind of two beautiful, worldly women as
opposed to rough soldiers fawning for wives left behind...

The Baron Cardross had become something of a public
disgrace. This had not been his intent, truly. It was his lack of intentions
that was the trouble. He had stopped concerning himself with what people
thought of him, to a degree. There were certain impulses, bred and trained into him, which he could not resist. His manners were mostly intact, as far as they
went, but his sense of discretion had suffered enormously, as had his
inclination toward sobriety. About a month past now, as the rumor told, his father and mother had perished in a terrible fire at their home estate, and Edmund had not been without the consolation of one drink or another since. He had, however, regained his wits enough to shave and bathe and make all the necessary motions toward being presentable, and so he seemed now, as he pushed open the tavern door and strolled in. He was a tall man, tending toward gaunt at the moment, who had the elegance of good breeding about them, if one could excuse
the shadows under his eyes and the rather too languid smile - if one could
call it a smile - that turned up the corners of his mouth. His first words
were to a serving woman; he requested that she bring him wine, an entire bottle, if she pleased, and a glass, because after all, he was not a barbarian. Only then
did he cast a look about to see if there might be others present.

Mug lowered and a glance towards Mary, that genuine smile to
appear in response to the gentle squeeze. Slowly her head turned as those
chestnut pools would shift to now meet his gaze in full. Knowing full well of
the under currants and weight of those words. Still, silence maintained by the
Barrister. Easy it was to let the conversation drift between himself and
Mary. The silent observation would rest upon the one speaking, sitting between the two it was much like observing a tennis match. Though when focus did rest
upon the Captain, there would be a deeper study of the man. There was
something, not noticeable nor something to be easily pin pointed. intuition, the gutt feeling those of the law tend to have, perhaps she was more prone to fantasy than admitted to, but a blossoming curiosity had awoke. A research fanatic, the man would become like one of her books of study now.

"A captain? My apologies for not addressing you correctly; I
did not know." The sweet remorse was genuine and obvious. "As this way of
life is so much quieter than the last, do you prefer it? Walking amongst the
wolves, that is, as opposed to spending your time in fairer company?" The young
woman was thrilled to have the focus shift away from her and she finally felt
as if she could catch a relaxing breath. The tell-tale creak of the door
admitted another and her gaze shifted his direction briefly, her features
offering just a hinted smile of acknowledgement before her attentions
returned to the Captain. **

Alpha-:The admittance of another was noted, but at the
sight of the man it was currently dismissed...after all even he could not put
his attentions in many directions. Right now he was involved in a play of
sorts, less a match and more Roman saga, many parts interconnected.:...Titles make me stuffy, I am much to simple a man for it. Adolph shall do fine my
Lady...:In the this particular play, the knowledge of his position was enough
to dictate the steps while the forming of it was not needed. This also laid the
ground work for future encounters that would be, no doubt, far more useful to
his varying goals. He, sometimes, even had a hard time telling them apart,
being a lone act.: As I say, fairer company is far more pleasing. An
intelligent conversation, accompanied by thy attractive natures could only be
called displeasing by the most foolish of wolves; And as wolves go, you
cannot have but so many and in their places they must remain. Structured as his majesties army, I find here I am allowed to be true to the Alpha nature of my position and my personality, and less do I need listen to the frilly sort of men who oft find themselves cast away to distant holy lands Nae to return...:Much lay there as well, painting a picture. Framing it nicely.:...But compare to you
my Lady Mary? I have Nae seen the courts of France, nor socialized with the
likes of Prince and Princess...:Unless one counts killing them in fun, and
inventful fashion.:...Nor have I seen the homeland of our Lady Carlotta, or
every found myself as comfortable at sea...:Dragged back in, it would seem.:


He was not particularly tipsy at the moment, much to his
sorrow. He inclined his head in the likeness of a bow to the two who glanced
his way, ever courteous, then wandered toward a convenient looking sort of
table and sat to await his wine. It was not long in coming, the hour being what it was, and Edmund being who he was. He listened, naturally, to the flow of
words that drifted to his ears. He did not intend to eavesdrop, but he did
not make an effort to think of other matters, either. He did like the sound of
human voices. Although ,this particular one, Adolph’s, struck him as
exceedingly smooth, and not quite in the way of the traditional courtier. he
knew those sorts. He shrugged to himself, poured his wine, and drank it.

Drug back in? It had been when she glanced in Mary's
direction that she noticed her friend acknowledge the newly arrived. As was
proper of social graces and all, the man would gain a polite smile and nod
from herself. A glance then towards Adolph, he was baiting, that much was evident to her. Her accent easily enough gave away her land of birth right, even if she held strong ties upon English soil which provided title and wealth. That part was easily enough discerned by her own position within the Castle, and by any who took fancy to follow her carriage home. Things of common knowledge she'd
never debate, however there were some things which were not and these were
those she kept her silence on. "You need to travel more, Sir Adolph." To be her
only response, accompanied by the sweetest of smiles. "Excuse me a moment, I
need to refresh my drink. Might I get something for either of you while I'm
at it?" Slowly she rose from her seat, heading in the direction of the bar,
but slow enough to gather their response. Full of energy tonight, the
inability to sit still. Must be the strength of that tea she was drinking.

[Carlotta]

"If I may have a tea with lemon, if you would be so kind."
Very unlike most women, she stood to her feet and scooped the coins she'd
left for the dozing performer and took them to Carly, leaning to press a
friendly kiss to her cheek as she did so, or so it would seem, when In truth she whispered near the woman’s ear. "I do not trust this man - he frightens me." Then she turned to return to her table, but stopped part way and looked at the lone drinker. She shouldn't – everything in her breeding scolded and practically yelled against it. But she would. She crossed towards the table, still stopping a respectful distance, and dipped her head to him. "Pardon me, but if you would like to join our company..." It was simply an offer. The young woman hated to see people alone; she had done enough herself to know it was unpleasant if it was not out of choice. "But if you prefer your privacy, I of course respect it." Another small bow of her head and only then did she return to the table where she sat before, gracefully taking her seat.

Play-:A pity, but neither took in the offered bait. No he
couldn't even Mary to continue her talk, too interested in the newest
arrival. A pity, the woman was such a joy for his thoughts, smart but not too
smart...inexperienced but with experienced background. It was like a child with a toy, sadly the toy was in the hands of another at the moment. The woman in
green was to much of a guarded presence, it rubbed off on Mary.:...Brandy my
Lady, thank you...: Like Mary he supplied coin, but instead placed it upon the
table for her turn so as not to speak that she was poor and could not amend
the moments coinage, and to say that it was done it after thought as if such
coin was a small thing to him. Brandy because it was essentially distilled
wine, it had a complex flavor and a high level of fire. It was d**n near
impossible to poison because of it, and one wondered why it was becoming
popular in the current era. Besides this he was silent, let them bring him into the conversation if they so wished it. After all, there was little flirting going on and more linguistic joust. Alas, it seemed his bed would go cold tonight. So much for being debauch, the fox would have to wait on certain
desires. :

Edmund was surprised, naturally, at the lady's approach. He
stood up as she came up to the table of course, likewise respectful, and
listened attentively, though with the same smile. He had been unable to
resist the expression ever since his brother, the Viscount, had told him to wipe that expression of his face. After all, he did not like his brother very
much. He folded one arm behind his back and held his glass of wine at ease
while he listened. "That is very kind of you," he murmured, at the conclusion
of her offer. In truth, even, he thought, after the courtesy was over his
tongue. The young woman had indeed intended him a kindness. He considered the
offer a moment more, then collected his bottle of wine and followed her a polite
distance behind, back to her table. He was wearing mourning, of course, and
therefore was dressed in a wealth of black. His coat was black, and so too
the shirt beneath it, and his breeches and boots and gloves and cloak. He felt
like a crow. "Good evening," he said to the man at the table, and stood by to
see if the invitation would be seconded.

The coins accepted and with an arched brow she looked to
Mary, though she would grin slightly. Glance towards Adolph when his
preference was named, a nod showing she heard before she headed for the bar.
Two cups of tea and a snifter of Cognac to be ordered, and while she awaited them to be placed on the bar, a quiet conversation was being shared with the
server standing near. When the drinks were delivered, the coins Mary gave her
would be set upon the bar, along with several others from her own purse kept
hidden upon her person. Although evident was her station in life, by her
mannerisms, quality of that forest green and gold velvet gown worn. The
adornments of emerald stones in jeweled settings to encrust the netting which hugged that ebon bun at the base of skull, a skill not oft held by those of her station, would now be exhibited. Both mugs to be captured by the side handle in one hand with perfect balance, the snifter collected in that which was free.
Choosing to deliver the drinks herself, as the server headed in the opposing
direction. The cup with lemon set within Mary's reach, a glance up at the man
who now stood near would be noticed. "Good evening MiLord." It would be the
dialect of words that offered more information on the woman. That Irish lilt
was something easily distinguished. "Do sit and relax, no sense of
formalities in a place like this." Moving passed to now offer Adolph his drink, would it surprise him the quality chosen? Or would it be expected? Once her burden was tended to, only then would she reclaim her seat, sitting between Mary and Adolph, upon the chairs which rested like a crescent moon, before the blazing
warmth of the hearth.

Greetings and drink-:His voice rose easy and calm.:...Good
evening...:He said no more, as it was lavished out by the Lady Carlotta,
naming her obviously the current bearer of the party so to speak. It was fine
with him, it would and could mean certain advantages. The drink was taken by
it's stem like flute and brought first to be scented, immediately upon doing
so his weight shifted. Free hand sliding within the confines of blue leggings
to retrieve a handful more of coins, three to be exact. :...Borderies
Hors d'Age, you spoil me Lady...:Though it was his coin on the table for her
to take, and impolite for her not to do so. It was more show than anything
else, he showed no surprise nor any particular dislike of the drink. Boreries
being the region of which the grapes originally came from, the smallest. It
was famed for it's nutty aroma and flavor, as well as the slightest scent of
violets and it's off iris hues. In addition Hors d'Age meant it was at least
six years in a cask, marked by it's deep color and strong aroma.: Is this yet
another of your talents Lady Carlotta?...


Mary laughed merrily. "My lady is a magician of sorts, are you
not?" The girl gave the woman a bright smile before blues shifted to their
standing company. She'd noted the garb before; perhaps it was what prompted
her to act so impulsively. "Indeed, do sit. One cannot relax nearly as well
while standing..." The tea was accepted gratefully and cool hands encircled
the warm cup for a moment before it was properly lifted to her lips for a
small dainty sip. "Thank thee very much, my lady." **

"Thank you," he said, replying to both the lady - for she
was obviously a lady - and the man, whom he was not entirely sure of. It
scarcely mattered. He would be on nothing less than good behavior around the
pair of ladies. Setting down his cup of wine and the bottle carefully onto a small side table adjacent to one of the chairs, he removed his cloak, hung it over the back of the chair, and sat, still with the blank smile tilting his mouth. He looked at his company. It took an effort to do that, to look as well as to listen, and he soon gave it up and had a drink of wine. The particulars
did not much matter. "I am pleased to join you all," he said. "It is a fine
evening to sit before the fire. Might I know whose company I keep?"

A grin to form as focus rested upon Adolph. "I asked for the
best." And she was a woman who got what she asked for, or wanted. She'd
notice the coins, and they would be taken, although to be discreetly handed
over to the server before she departed for the night. "I just assumed you were
a man of distinct tastes." Direct eye contact, the gentle nature of that
smile, until her attention was drawn to the one who newly joined their little
group before the fire. "Carlotta Basinstoke." Responded to the man, a lean to offer her hand in greeting, proper social graces and all. "And the name of the one who join's us?" Inquiring of his in return. No title offered, no indication
of status beyond that visually obvious..

One or two-:Gaze drifted along the three, the night was
getting long in the tooth and as the distinct flavor slid along his tongue he
debated courses of action.:..Adolph...:Was the name given as the glass left
his pale tiers, no title or humor there. It did not take his observational
skills to note the man was troubled, he wouldn't doubt it if Mary, even,
noticed. His first name caused assumptions, it suited him to leave it at
that. His recline was still an arrogant thing of comfort that held no real regal
standing or pompous display. It wasn't even particular polite, as his spread
arms offered showcase of male outline in form of flattened pectorals and
broad shoulders. God forbid, but his legs were even spread in male comfort.
Thank the King himself there was a table to keep his modest in tact amongst
so many innocent people. This very thought brought a smile to those lips of
his. Carlotta was no innocent, their meeting on the docks had said as much. Mary
was just...too innocent, she came off as far too pure and that made the truth
known she was blacker than coal in that soul. From the looks of it their new
companion would be passed out and pissing himself before the evening
completed, a whole bottle of wine he had ordered upon entering and yet it was
obvious now he had not intended for companions to show themselves. Sinners
gathered for a fantasy feast.:...Lady Mary...:He injected around the greeting of
Carlotta to the new comer so as to stimulate conversation, and be
polite.:...What must one do to gain the honor of a glimpse to the
soul?...:There was still threads to pluck:

Her gaze shifted to the Fox and she almost felt her skin crawl
for such a question, and she fought herself to be as kind and respectful as
ever. "I know not, to be honest, Captain. I had thought you would know." It
had merely been a line tossed onto the table to keep her silly works to herself
and away from public humiliation. Truly, how would one gain that kind of
trust? Time? Conversation? A second questioning about the subject? "I cannot
imagine that a man would truly desire to read such." Clearly, he hadn't realized
what she meant by 'stories'. **

He knew who Carlotta was, anyway, and there was a flicker
of recognition and surprise in the general dark dullness of his eyes, soon
gone. Of course he knew who she was. The uproar at the Baroness becoming a
barrister had been talked about relentlessly. When she offered her hand, he stood up to bow over it with a kiss that touched only the air above her skin, as was proper, before relinquishing it back to her. If Mary offered her hand, he
would of course perform the same courtesy. "Edmund Cardross," he offered, following the form Carlotta had set and leaving out his title. "A pleasure to meet you all." He returned to his seat. The name Cardross might be familiar to Adolph, were he a military man. The late Viscount Cardross had been a noted
General, in his Majesty's army. Edmund had not really been expected to have
to exercise much in the way of thought, and the question that Adolph posed
took him by surprise. He had another drink of wine. He did not sip it, indeed,
but took swallows of it, as one might drink water. "Whatever do you mean?" he
asked eventually.


When her hand was released, she'd resettle upon her seat.
That flicker was noted, but no comment made. She knew well the stories that
circulated about her gained position, and the vicious tongues that too oft
placed it on her gaining special privileges for services rendered; and not
the legal kind. True, a form of deceit was utilized, it was yet not a
requirement to state gender when a letter of intent was placed for a
position. Her foot in the door, that cunning mind and ability to utilize the spoken word, is what kept that door from slamming directly in her face. Back to her silence she befell, when the conversation permitted her to do such once more. Mug taken between hands, to be lifted and slowly sip of it's contents.

Comedy, Tragedy, And Drama-:It was everything he could do, not
to laugh at the mans greeting of Carlotta. The man of course did nothing
wrong, in fact he did it quite correctly and as was expected of him. It is
just one of those things that seemed out of place in a tavern. Yet any
further thought upon the man's mannerisms was pushed aside by the name
levied, it explained much. He had never been a fan of Cardross, he wasn't a
fan of anyone of such high station really. But the man had some brains, and no one save a select few deserved the recent events to fall upon the name. : My Lord Cardross, you enter a conversation laborly placed out. Allow me to explain to the best of my limited abilities...:That smile was the attractive sort,
the sort to turn a heart or two...or a stomach.:...The Lady Carlotta...:O how
he noted that flicker, and it would be stored away for future use.:...Was
being questioned about her...personal sort by a man earlier who has since fallen
asleep. I appeared about this time, and posed my own questions which she
deftly parried and her respond...thrust did label with compliments the Lady
Mary’s' writings to which I politely professed a desire to read, repeatedly did the Lady Carlotta use this as her shield and offense to belie any delivery of
knowledge which could damage her standing, or aid enemies which apparently
exist...:Sip of the Brandy, though if any sought to speak that would be cut of
as he continued.:..So in turn did I offer my own compliments, and desire of
written word. To which Mary eventually understood Carlotta's fear of
information and mistook it as a fear of me to proclaim that only those honored, may read such for it is a window to her soul. Now I must profess I have no desire to truly read her works, it is not that she is not a skilled writer. For I am sure it is an amazing read, but as a man it is of little interest to
me...but as the wolf you proclaim me, seeing into a woman's soul with such
ease as reading the written word bared before me is an interesting subject to
which I must proclaim a harsh, harsh desire...:Once more a sip of the Brandy, act 1, scene 2. :...How is the family My Lord Cardross? Do send the general my
regards, he was a kind fellow...

Sweet Jesus, the man was insufferable! Mary wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle upon the seat of her chair. Indeed, despite her
stick straight posture her shoulders did drop and her chin dip downwards a
bit as if to hide. Hands were folded in her lap and the nails of her thumbs
gently ran in turn one across the top of the other as her gaze watched
her fingers. She was quiet as a mouse, for as small as a mouse she did feel.
Swallowing a little, she finally found her voice, soft as it was. "My name is Mary Boleyn, Lord Cardross... Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner..."
Once more she fell silent and let her fascination lie with the teacup on the
table before her. *

Edmund listened attentively. He did not have much trouble
listening, nor even in following the unraveling of the philosophy. He did
not approve of the man's indelicacy toward the women, on the principle of the
thing, though to be fair, some ladies were set to giggling by that sort of
uncouth speech. Not Mary, though. He frowned absently, particularly at that
last bit - harsh, harsh desire, and might well have been moved toward some
kind of a rebuke had not Adolph asked after his father, and moreover, described him as kind... It was that word that did it, unfortunately. He started to cough or laugh - midmouthful of wine, inhaled some, spat some back into the glass,
and spent the next several seconds coughing vigorously into his fist.

Adolph’s explanation had her looking at him now, as the cup
lowered. Questions well parried? She instilled fear in others? Smile did
falter as he disclosed his story in such a way, the mannerism of his words.
For some reason they were like the surface of flint held close to dry kindling;
that being that Irish temper. This would show within those chestnut pools
that turned upon Adolph, and where usually that bladed tongue would be used,
for the moment to be kept mute. Instead, her hand would move to find that of
Mary's, to offer a reassuring squeeze when she seen the woman withdraw back
into that shell, the very one she had hoped she drew her out of. A lean as
she spoke quietly to the woman at her side. "Not all will view your works in such a manner, Mary. I assure you." Once spoken, she'd slowly stand from her chosen seat. "I hope you will all excuse me." She needed a moment to curtail the
want to lash out at the man to make Mary feel better, but thought better of it.
"I'm in need of a bit of fresh air." Before anyone could halt her motion, or
question her further. Ermine cloak would be snagged and she'd head for the
door, to step out onto the porch and do just as she claimed, deeply inhaled
the frigid air. Though a few stomps of her foot to help rid of that she left
unsaid.

[Carlotta]

Twist and turn-:He offered his own low chuckle, he thought
perhaps the man would take some enjoyment in that particular comment and it
did well to ease the burn from the rest of words which were more aimed at the
pair of ladies. Though not for the reasons though, it was very easy to
assume him wanting to lay the Lady Mary. She was after all
attractive...instead it was a play. Step one, send Mary into her mouse house.
Step two, get that anger of Carlotta's. Because like the previous encounter, he knew once her anger reached that delicate line where it almost tipped over she forgot about her defenses, she even forgot to do her best to hide that accent. His job was to get information, his joy was going about doing it. His hobby
involved many black things including death but that was not the important
right now.:...I apologize Lady Mary...:His eyes fell upon her huddling form,
and it seemed for all the world sincere. His tone even lowered, and held a warm
sense.:..But this Brandy is strong, and as I told you fair company is better
than what I am use too. You deserve better than what I said...:His attention
turned to the man.:..My Lord...:A nod, and then once more back to Mary.:..My
Lady, excuse me...:He rose slowly, and set his pace at a slow thing to follow
Carlotta no doubt to make his apologies there as well. The drink having over
powered him even made his walk slow enough that, by some miracle, should she
exit. He would exit a mere few moments behind.:

Edmund recovered himself, eventually. He was in the habit
of maintaining his composure, so it wasn't so difficult as might be expected.
He did not, at that, inform Adolph that his father was dead. The comment had
been too pointed. Surely he had known? But then, what sort of dreadfully
crude question was that to ask. He took his time letting his breathing settle
to normal so that he could thin.. Twist and turn? His eyes were a little
clearer than they'd been all night when he opened them, and actually look at Adolph, and the expression in them was puzzled, distrustful, and they narrowed in decided concern when the man made to follow Carlotta out. "Of course, good
evening," he said without warmth. His sense of clarity was brief, though, and
unpleasant. He removed a handkerchief, wiped his mouth fastidiously, and
glanced at Mary. "Do you know if the Baroness has an escort waiting?" he
asked her, once Adolph was out of earshot.

She was alone save for the man in mourning at her arm, and
even with the Captain gone, she couldn't bring herself to raise her head. She
was too humiliated, precisely what she'd wanted to avoid in the first place.
The man's query pulled her from her thoughts and she gave a small shake of her
head. "I know not, sir... but from what I understand of the Lady Barrister,
she is capable of caring for herself. You need not my leave to ensure her
safety, however." It was all spoken quietly and with her attention directed at
her ever-so-intriguing teacup. *

Back was towards the door, as she stood staring off in the
distance. The opening and closing of the door would have her cast a glance
over her shoulder to note who exited. Slowly she'd turn to face him, narrowed
gaze to fix upon his own. "Come to offer more words of insight, MiLord." It would seem the evening became full circle. Foolish was she to ever dream a night
would pass without conflict of some sort. In fact, it was a daily occurrence
for herself, but the Lady Mary? The woman did nothing to receive such a landish
tongue lashing; it was how she took his narrative to the Lord who remained
within. Clutching that cloak tightly about her, the fastenings were never set
due to the haste of exit to seek the fresh, mind clearing air. Just as she had
with the Ambassador earlier that day, she now stood her ground before the
looming figure of the Captain.

Mask-:It fell, the arrogant and smooth tongued rogue who
seemed at ease with both insult and compliment. The mask fell from him,
replaced instead by the stoic expression of the features she had glimpsed the
night of her savior. The eyes of the man that had been prepared to do what he
needed. The snifter was turned on it's axis to spill it's mostly filled
contents across the cobblestones below. The glass itself was dropped, to
shatter with a soft sound announcing it's weak construction. Any who exited the door now, would make noise. All of this was done during her single sentence. It
was only when she was finished that he began movement, away from the door
frame and further into the walk way so that his voice would not carry into the
tavern. It was the simple things in life.:...You think I was cruel? Imagine
if she had been that foolish in a court, honestly what I did was a kindness
and you know it. It saved her embarrassment and taught her a valuable lesson.
One you obviously could not teach her yourself...:Love him, hate him, doesn't
matter he was right. His tone was again, that calm thing. That held no humor
nor malice. :... Obvious is it also that you lack control of your temper,
and you are rather predictable or do you think it chance we are now out of
earshot and alone?...:An eyebrow rose. Was she starting to realize what she
was dealing with?:...I am no mere captain, you are no mere overly rich underlie
developed Irish Lady. I have a suspicion we work for the same employer,
though from different bosses. You are an intelligent woman and know what this
means...:Of course meaning that she could not cross our Adolph here, for the
information he gained and his suspicions would be in place to very easily
topple a female barrister in court who alienate her peers so readily. It was
insurance just in case she acted out of character, and did something
stupid.:...Your carriage, or mine Lady Carlotta Estelle Basinstoke?

Edmund frowned. His mind was working at something more like
its usual pace. He had been startled. Remarkable how half-choking on ones
wine cleared the head. He held his glass low for the time being, not drinking
more, for his throat was burning and his eyes were still watering
faintly. He blinked, looked at the lady who was looking so studiously into
her teacup. She looked like a delicate thing, and telling her of his
suspicions of Adolph's intentions probably frighten her. He reformed his smile for her benefit. The Baroness was certainly a woman of independent temperament. The rumors spelled that out clearly enough. Still, she was a woman. "Lady
Boelyn," he murmured. "I must beg your indulgence a moment. It troubles my nerves, that even such a formidable lady as the Baroness would walk unattended, so I must see if she will accept an escort. Will you excuse me a moment?"


<b><u> Isle Artisan: </u> </b> Never mind how Mary, herself, arrived at the tavern; surely the
Captain hadn't escorted her there. But she nodded meekly. "Of course, my
lord." She listened to his footsteps move away to the door, and she stood to
her feet herself. The cloak that had settled in a pool on the seat behind her
was slowly pulled up and around her shoulders, fingers moving to fasten the
frogs at her collarbone. From the pouch that always hung at her side she
pulled a small stack of parchment and laid it on the table where the Captain had been sitting before he excused himself. A hand was laid on the sleeping
Performer's arm with a whispered, "Good night," before she moved to the bar.
"Do please excuse me; have you another door?" **

Any retort she had about to make, or insult intended to be
unleashed upon him fell mute with his further explanation. The full use of
her name also informed her the man knew more than he let on about many
things. In this, she had been quite correct in her earlier suspicions. Although
she couldn't let it pass without some response offered to his accusations.
"It's not my place to teach anyone anything, when it comes to matters of the
court." This was true. She had simply befriended Mary, not as a mentor, but a
companion of same sex. Women did need to stick together sometimes,
irregardless of station or position. The foreboding nature of his words were
quite loud and clear, and it wasn't the most cunning of things to back her in a corner as he had done. Although, he was quite correct about one thing, when her
temper flared, it was pure passion of emotions that ruled her actions. She'd
was given a choice, albeit not much of one, since it simply came down to choice
of travel. "Mine!" She'd maintain some semblance of control over the
situation. Her carriage, meant employees of her father would be in control,
lessening his over her. To ride in his would be indeed be offering him too much control over herself. A glance towards the building, since she stood near a window where she could see within. Notice of the Count heading for the door the two had exited, and that of Mary seeking an alternate route.


Edmund was not, in fact, expecting Mary to leave while he
attended to this. When she laid good paper out on the chair Adolph had
recently vacated, he assumed she was staying, and walked briskly to the door.
He had long legs and a long stride, so he reached it in good order and opened it. He smiled pleasantly to both of them. It was his vacuous smile, again.
"Forgive me for intruding, Baroness, but I cannot in good conscience leave
you without an escort," he said, pausing briefly as a sparkling of broken glass under his boots caught his eye. He blinked slowly, passed his hand briefly over his eyes. He could focus a little more. "Perhaps, if you are so lacking, you
would be so good as to allow me to find you one."

Observation-:He watched her gaze shift from him to the
interior of the building through the window, and indeed caught glimpse of the
approaching man. Predictable, hence the broken glass at the door way just in
case he missed the before mentioned motions in the window. At what point do
you start to realize how far the man plans ahead, and at what point does it
scare you? These were the questions posed in his black eyes at as he looked
at the lady in green dress. Surely she was going to begin to comprehend that her
anger was the least of her worries if she did not play by the rules, it was
not as if he was threatening her. He was offering her quite a bit
actually...ok so there was coercion involved. However the Lord Cardross was anything but like his father and while the man was predictable, predictability was a good third, the fact that he differed so greatly in certain areas was a bit upsetting and it had to be noted for future reference. The mask slipped on
effortlessly, and without seems. Returned the smiling rogue of arrogance, and
smooth words.:...Ah my Lord Cardross, you are but a moment too late...:It was
not spoken there, but the man was obviously sober enough to realize the warning
was plain as day. This was not a game he wanted to enter.:...The Lady has
invited me to her estate, I believe it was your gardens you were going on
about my Lady Carlotta?.. :Call the carriage, do not make a scene, use your head. A bounty of suggestions were in there, since after all they did work for the same people in different chains. Even with her anger he knew at some point
that smart, cunning nature that got her to where she was today would kick in.:


The contempt which once glimmered in chestnut hues would be
hidden as her gaze diverted ground ward for a moment. This permitted her time
to collect herself, so when she those eyes rose to rest upon the Count, it
was gone and a kind smile was in place. "Most thoughtful and kind of you MiLord
Cardross, but I have been offered an escort home." Poker was a game she
played quite well, and she also understood the stakes that now rested in the
ante. A glance towards the Captain, the inner battle waged would not be outwardly shown. In her mind, the man was called everything but .... well, let's just say those thoughts would perhaps have made a sailor blush. Outwardly, calm,
as if all wrongs had been magically righted. "Though it would be a great,
personal favor to me, one in which I would find myself indebted to you."
Turning to face Edmund more. "Please see to Lady Mary's welfare? Her pride
has taken a blow akin to a well aimed slashing of a sharp blade." Metaphor which
referred to the Captain's tongue. Read between the lines. "And perhaps another
time we could enjoy each other's company, when time permits." A simple nod of
her head would have the stable boy rushing off to call her carriage to immediately pick up it's passengers.


He had wits. Truly he had them. They were not working
terribly well now. He had no difficulty with intuition. His intuition told
him that he smelled a rat, that he ought to invent some polite delay, some
excuse, only he could not think of anything, nor could he quite articulate to himself what he found disturbing. How much had he had to drink? He really could not recall. And it did not matter. There was Adolph, saying something in a tone
he did not like, and then there was the Baroness, defensive, firm, and stranding
herself thoroughly, as well as deliberately getting rid of him. Perhaps it
was an affair? Except Adolph's tone was not right... He smiled, while his
mind tripped along frantically to keep up with the pace of conversation. "I
will certainly do so, Baroness," he assented, haplessly. One could not argue
with a lady. He waited outside until they had both entered the carriage, and
the carriage had driven off, before making his way back inside.

[Carlotta]

-The Carriage Ride

Truth-:Once in the carriage silence would extend for some
time. He had taken seat across from her, as next to her would give the wrong
impression to passer bys. As of yet making this appear anything but an affair
suited him. He took his position of sprawl, spread legs and arms. It was a
comfort for him...the lion resting before the meal. It was only after he was
satisfied that the Lord Cardross hadn't done something silly like follow that
his voice began.:...That was cute, but I am not sure I am the type of
person you want to play with my Lady. Don't get me wrong I enjoy the game now
and then, but tonight is far too delicate a thing to upset. We would not want
to part upset now would we?...:He was fully aware that he was not going to
make her any happier with that statement.:...I am a spy for people that are
loyal to the King for the most part. My information probably reaches you in
some points, among others. The truth of it can be given to the
audience...:Meaning he chooses what information is given where, and the
weight of it.:...I have a few other talents, most you don't know...on you
heard the other night...:He was making her aware what ground she stood on. It wasn't a threat, no if he wanted to threaten her she knew how that would happen.:...Mostly. My question is very simple, what are you, why are you? If it is not evident my Lady I have every intention with being civil with you, however I would be very upset if after my truthful nature you chose to lie to me...


She listened, in silence, and it would linger long after he
finished speaking. Dark eyes pegged him within the dim confinements of the
compartment they now shared. It was then she couldn't help it, slowly a grin
began to tick into place. Game? She had yet to play him in any manner, but
she'd keep in mind to teach him a valuable lesson in that part within the
near future. Soon enough, her voice would break the silence. "You know quite
well what I am, MiLord. Barrister to the King, and they why? Because of my skills and abundance of charm. Surely you've heard the rumors." He had stated he was a spy, and if as good as he claimed, then such a question should not have
been posed. Though she would add, just so he understood her position. "My loyalties lie to the King first, other's fall into place thereafter." It was then she'd lean forward slightly. "What did you think your confession would gain you? My life story? I'm sure you could learn that easily enough, and it has no
bearing on the present, except in my determination to succeed in all I do.
Without outside assistance, on my own merits."


Sadness-:A sigh left him, it was a tired thing. His left
hand rose to rub at his temple, as if to further explain the act.:..Lady,
tonight I had to pretend to desire the skirts of a mouse of a woman, I had to
put up with a fool who is no fool. The drunk son of an arse of a general who had
me digging more ditches then your country men dug graves because of the King,
you are so loyal to. You force my hand in so many ways, you are truly
upsetting me. What do you think will happen if I am to tell...persons that you have a ship off the coast, and interestingly enough you appear to be showing flashes of a fierce loyal nature to your home land. In addition, it appears, you are a pagan who is sleeping with the son of the former General Cardross, and
have befriended and fooled the Lady Mary Boleyn with intentions of harming
the Princess Mary, sister to King Henry. While these things enough merit my
fear for his Majesty it appears that through your affair with Lord Cardross you
have gained a following amongst the lesser officers, why just today two men
who wish to remain nameless whispered to me the thoughts of an Celtic
rebellion lead by a queen of red hair to match the one killed by the Romans...Sadly those two nameless men would be found dead, near an Irish part of town, letters baring your name in their pockets...:His voice rose, a deeper thing it was another mask.:... Either you are an asset, and we are a good pairing of business. Or you are just another tool in the box that I will break when I see fit Lady...Shall you try again?


Talk about a slap in the face, his words almost held a physical form with their impact. Just how long had he been watching her? Just how much about her did he already know; and spoke yet not about it. And why had she gained such attention? Then the false accusation. "You know d**n well that's all fabrication!" Though she'd not say exactly what, for she knew in her heart he already knew without having to point it out. A deep
breath taken, she'd not let her ire get the best of her now. The man across
from her was dangerous, as he could very well bring about not only her demise, but that of her parents with such accusations placed forth; not to mention the aide she offered other’s that would end. "As I said, I'm the Barrister to the King, I assist my father with the running of his plantation. Common enough knowledge. As for the ship, it's mine!" Not a whole truth, but not a lie either. How was that for a slap in the face. "Just like young bucks like to sow their oats, I did much the same. Only my travels were by sea." It wasn't like she could openly learn what she had here in these lands, being a woman, and that would be the excuse she’d use for her reasoning’s for being out to sea. The truth as to her life out to sea would never be spoken to any in these lands, at least not anytime soon. "And if you feel the need to destroy me, I can't stop you! Though I will not go down easily!" That defiance of her's was a strong willed nature. "But, I shall inform you now, to destroy my reputation now, would only hurt the King and his cause." Chin lifted as she continued to stare him down. "My works are in his best interest, and knowledge of what I seek information on could indeed have me titled a Pagan, tried as a heretic and so executed by the Church itself."


Setup-:It disappeared, all that apparent anger and threat
it melted away to the cool exterior that he had showed her three times now.
It made known, it was just another show. More so by his words.:...Good, we
understand each other...:Obviously any information he wanted, he could get. It
would take him time, and it might not all be correct. But it would be useful
to most points.:...You won't cross me, or expose me because of what I can do
to you. That is basic animal instincts. But shortly, you will understand human
thoughts and you will grow to like me very much. For Lady I have ever
intention of helping you do whatever it is you want to, to the utmost of my
abilities...:A smile crept upon his lips, giving him a boyish charm completely
destroyed by the fact that he was an evil bastard when he wanted to be.:...I
am going to give, some juicy information to help you along your way...some
information you have, but up until this point. Have over looked...:He sat up
slightly, his fingers lifting to brush over his lips in place of a wetting
drink. It was a completely deviant action, but his words would work none the
less.:...You are looking at things far too innocently, legally. What need to do...is look at things humanely. Humans are animals, and as you just say animals can be manipulated. There are hundreds of ways to do, but the easiest is fear.
:Had the whole night, merely been a lesson in this? If one believed him a
completely insane genius, they would have to say yes.: You need to push...to
bend the laws, give yourself a way to move side to side. My dear there is
nothing more that the English populace, as well as Lords and Ladies fear that a
large Spanish fleet, destroying all that they know. If I was, in a position
of battle with the Catholic church in Rome I would begin at the head of the
snake. If I wanted to be able to move side ways, I would let slip...via some
underground writer, loyal to the King and saying what he cannot...:This point
was thrown in there.:...That the Pope, is related to King Philip of Spain,
who is planning to conquer England. That divorce has been granted in the past
for a male heir, and the only reason that King Henry is blocked is because of
a plot by the Vatican, and Spain to weaken the English government. More
evidence you say? There are currently more openings for bishops in England than any other Catholic country, this undermines our economy. For the money does not
stay in England and go to the diocese...it goes to Rome...


Much like the forced, prearranged marriages that plagued the
land, she would find herself in a like predicament with this man. Not so
easily put off as suitors by utilization of her father's position to have them
cease any future callings upon her; which this was far from the case of such
actions, but the thought was still there. A forced partnership she was far than thrill to be involved in; and she would seek a way out. Her defiance remained, that was until he started to elaborate on the information given forth. In many ways, her research had taught her that the Pope held supreme power. His words and rules extended past any Crown head. Forward she'd lean, arms resting atop her lap as hands clasped together in suspension over the edge of knees. Some
things were beginning to click in her head. All information once thought useless
were suddenly becoming refreshed as it was put into perspective. It was then
something else came to mind, the confrontation of earlier. A glance to the
side before attention was back upon him. "There's a man here, an Ambassador to the King is his claim, from the Empire of Charles V." Something now toiled in
her mind. "That is someone I think you might look into." The man had used his
title as a shield from the land's laws so he could be excused for his violent
actions that were witnessed earlier; unprovoked in her mind. "His name is
Lord Otto." She couldn't recall the last name, so enraged she was at the man
when he babbled his words of grandeur. In a sense, one could call this a vendetta for the earlier circumstance "As for the other, I think the
information you provided helps with something I've been pondering over." It
could very well work, not sure the hows or the why's of it.


Connect the dots-:Perfect, his smile widened slightly. Now
she would begin to further realize that this was no little game, he would be
her silent muse. It would be her given the credit, but it would be from his
lips.:...I will do so...But Lady, Charles is not just Empire of the holy roman
world. He is King of Aragon, Catalonia, Valencia, Naples, Sicily, and
Sardinia...:He paused, letting this sink in. O she knew all of this, her
little legal mind had processed this long ago. But he was saying it in a
different manner, he was spinning the tale in the way he wanted it pictured.
All that was left was to throw that little, neglected, piece of information
in there.:...You know what they call his mother? Joanna the Mad...of Castile. He took the crown, when he took the duty of caring for his loving mother. With that
crown came all...Spanish...possessions in the new world. It is a mere
formality that he does not hold it in legal binding, he has to wait for his mother to die to do that...and oddly enough the man actually cares for her. It is even rumored that there is a wedding approaching between him and his cousin,
Isabella of Portugal. I suspect it to come in the spring of next year, with her
comes yet more Spanish ties...in fact, any children they had would be in
direct line for the throne of Spain, and further more would they connection
back to the Holy Roman Empire, why if you were a person who saw all the ills in
the world...you could almost draw a conclusion that Spain and Rome are
slowly rebuilding a Roman empire that in days gone by, conquered these
lands...


Information she did possess, one didn't work within the
intriquet wheels of a Royal home, without an understanding of it's politics
and that of lands that surrounded them. It's just she never placed such
things in perspective, being tunnel visioned in her studies. The laws are what she buried herself within, seeking loop holes or wording that would offer favor to the King and his actions sought. Could he see the wheels churning in her head? The smoke of thought emitting from her ears. Although her gaze was directed upon him, a million miles away it became. The lurch of the carriage drew her focus back to the moment and upon the man seated across from her. "Blood will spill again before this is over, there's no avoiding that." War would be an outcome, no matter the path chosen, if King Henry was intent upon continuing his course of action. With Otto's presence, she now questioned the safety of Ann, Mary's sister, the Queens hand maiden, and the very woman who held the King's interest. No, Adolph knew not exactly who Mary was, in full, or did he? Perhaps if he reconsidered and thought of Mary's last name, two and two
would be put together; if his knowledge was not yet something held of the torrid
affair which had the tongues of not only this court, but other's wagging.
"Cut the head off the snake, the body dies." Clear knowledge she held in
that. For a long moment she'd gaze upon him. "I have some things to look into, to see if it's ever been done before, and if not, King Henry may start a new precedence that will affect other lands should they follow suit." The door to the carriage would be opened the footman, who stood in preparation for her to depart the carriage.


Seeds planted-:His smile widened at her words, the seeds
were planted. Step one was easy after all, it was what would follow that
would be difficult. The door was opened and just as easily he slipped out it
without a word. He was confident she would do what was needed. Besides as a fox,
quick exits were his thing. She would find him gone, any shadow of him
likewise. But to think this the only encounter, well, that would be foolish.:


Confident the man may be, but in truth she was already following that path of assisting the King. Funny how so many would mistakenly think she was unable to plan, connive, or work on matters when it came to law and politics. Now one thing he had done, was offer her more information to work with. Where he thought he had her, she in turn had him. A great source of information tapped into. The user, himself, was being used.