Private Tales Fraternal Diplomacy

[Kaveh]

Kaveh tilted his head in a nod. "Finding out who is friend and who is foe is absolutely paramount."

If they knew they could trust someone, it would at least give them another hand to work with.

"I will send her a missive, perhaps a meeting." The Prince considered for a moment, remembering a trick that Nasri had once played on him. "We can share some of what we have found out so far, but...change something."

He offered. "One of the details we know to be fact. Perhaps from her reaction we might see the truth of her intent."

If he spoke, Orissa could watch her, and at least that might offer some indication.

"There is also the more...drastic option." Kaveh offered, glancing briefly towards the window. His eyes settling on the distant fields, where Rayvath and the other Dragons still remained. Waiting for their time. "A threat could work as well."

Though it would doubtless damage the friendship...

 

[Orissa]

Orissa chewed at her lip, a habit she used to do relentlessly that her mother's scolding began to rub off on her older brothers and they too chastised her for doing so. But it was a coping mechanism, a physical indicator of her thoughts.

She was learning warfare, had a keen interest in it, but despite all her learning it was clear her heart was never in it. Kaveh's presence helped her a little, and never did he make her feel foolish for making the wrong decision. He ensured she still had her own say in control.

"We could ask one of the Gilded to fly back. Ensure their departure is seen. We have cause to send word home... since... he is here. Say that I wrote to my intended. Not to call for an army... but enough vagueness to see whether they would make a next move?"

A drastic option... her nerves were running at a high, and her own teeth bit off more than she intended. Her lip began to bleed, and Orissa licked it and frowned before lifting a finger to the stinging wound.

 

[Kaveh]

A good lure. "Yes."

He agreed, though in truth, he did not like how readily he said yes. There was too much scheming as of late. Too many plots. Kaveh could try to blame his brothers, but he knew that he was just as much at fault as they were.

These games had to stop sometimes, problem was the switch was not held by him.

"I believe that will stir the up." The Prince said, regarding his sister and the others. "We still do not know enough."

He mused. "But perhaps if we make them nervous it will be an opportunity to learn more."

 

[Orissa]

If was worth a shot.

Within the hour, Orissa was sat at the writing desk and peering at her feigned letter. It had been decided that Sirine would be seen handing the letter to Arken, and on his magnificent blue dragon would they be seen taking leave.

But the letter needed to be perfect.

With helpful instruction by her brother, Orissa crafted the perfect letter of an uneasy bride, scared of rumour reaching her intended but promising to tell him the story upon her return. Should Arken be apprehended, at least the letter would not rise anymore suspicion.

"Right... we seal this and..." Another minute later, the Royal seal holding the letter closed, it was in the hands of Sirine and moving. Orissa watched as the Malennis rider left, disappearing behind those doors and she let out a shudder.

"What now?" Her eyes turned to Kaveh. So much like their mother, Orissa's eyes softened with worry. "Should we ask for..." but speaking her name died on her lips. Another thought wrecked at her mind, demanding she give this up and demand they return home.

But a threat was still here. A threat that could kill many... and Orissa did not want to admit to herself that she wished to watch Casimir burn by Rayvath's fire.