Tedesco Buscha
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'To the honorable Councilor Quintus of house Vexion,
It is with a heavy heart that I must write to you, for it is a tale that I am reticent to divulge. Although it burdens my heart, my duty as a citizen of Allaria and my honor as a man demands that I redress the great injustices that I have bore witness to...'
A pedestrian life had never been meant for Tedesco. It was his father's own fault, really. All of the ambition that he displayed was a direct reflection of what Giachet Buscha had wanted from a son. He remembered when he had initially been found out, and his own father had the gall to say that his ambitions had gotten ahead of him. Had he not been the one that had told him that the world did not give unless one first took? Perhaps he'd thought of Hertstead as a way to cool him down, but it had not gone that way at all. The months of his isolation had only proven to imbitter the resolution within Tedesco. A resolution that he'd come to long ago, but had been too merciful to act upon.
All of his lessons as a child had been centered around one core concept. The reality that if he waited for good fortune to come his way, someone else would snatch it out of his fingers. His father had thought himself immune to the consequences of his own lessons. Unfortunately for his father, Tedesco would not be opposed to dragging that old decrepit figurehead down into the mud if that's where he wanted to play.
For all of this, at its heart was a game. Pieces on the chessboard, and whoever had the best angle would get the prize.
"... Within the pages attached to this letter, there are detailed accounts of Council Giachet Buscha's affairs. Even as the heir apparent, I was not aware of the business that my father had been privy to, and when I uncovered his litany of crimes, he banished me for speaking out against him..."
This letter would be the first in a series of quick moves towards his father. Racketeering, blackmail, and bribery were the very cusp of what lay as evidence within the notes, memorandums and letters that Tedesco had kept for just a situation as this. At first, Tedesco hadn't wanted to drag his family's name through the dirt, nor had he wanted his father to bear the legal repercussions of his actions. He had still been his father, and he had never detested what he'd done. Those tactics were so common place among the greater houses of Allaria, that no one would bat an eye unless it was brought to public.
Some of the other councilors would undoubtedly know what was happening here, but if he were able to create enough political pressure it wouldn't matter. Thus, great enemies might become great friends.
"... I fear my father may be watching my movements, but I still wish to meet to discuss further material that I have in regards to this matter. I know that our houses have not always seen eye to eye, and that is why you must believe that I am sincere. I know not who else might listen to such a plea, for my father has great allies that would not hear me out..."
There was no doubt that his father had been watching him, but the courier that he had sent the letter through would be trustworthy. He had spent months making certain that he had a secure channel to Allaria that wouldn't be monitored by anyone. That had been the most difficult part thus far.
"... I apologize if I am being bold, but I would beg of haste in arranging a meeting place. Somewhere secluded from Hertstead, where I am exlied and Allaria, where my father might have spies.
Tedesco Buscha"
He looked out at the vineyard that had been the original purpose of this estate. He ached to never see them again, nor to walk among the streets of Hertstead and be hailed by these peasants as some kind of equal. How he missed the arches and bridges of his home, and the manor that should so rightfully be his. A snap brought him back to the moment, as he looked down to see the crumpled remains of his quill in his hand.
It would be important to be calm and collected in the near future, but for now he could be angry. Angry for all of the wasted moments that he'd languished within the walls of this cell.
Time enough to wait for Quintus' response, and the return of Tedesco.
It is with a heavy heart that I must write to you, for it is a tale that I am reticent to divulge. Although it burdens my heart, my duty as a citizen of Allaria and my honor as a man demands that I redress the great injustices that I have bore witness to...'
A pedestrian life had never been meant for Tedesco. It was his father's own fault, really. All of the ambition that he displayed was a direct reflection of what Giachet Buscha had wanted from a son. He remembered when he had initially been found out, and his own father had the gall to say that his ambitions had gotten ahead of him. Had he not been the one that had told him that the world did not give unless one first took? Perhaps he'd thought of Hertstead as a way to cool him down, but it had not gone that way at all. The months of his isolation had only proven to imbitter the resolution within Tedesco. A resolution that he'd come to long ago, but had been too merciful to act upon.
All of his lessons as a child had been centered around one core concept. The reality that if he waited for good fortune to come his way, someone else would snatch it out of his fingers. His father had thought himself immune to the consequences of his own lessons. Unfortunately for his father, Tedesco would not be opposed to dragging that old decrepit figurehead down into the mud if that's where he wanted to play.
For all of this, at its heart was a game. Pieces on the chessboard, and whoever had the best angle would get the prize.
"... Within the pages attached to this letter, there are detailed accounts of Council Giachet Buscha's affairs. Even as the heir apparent, I was not aware of the business that my father had been privy to, and when I uncovered his litany of crimes, he banished me for speaking out against him..."
This letter would be the first in a series of quick moves towards his father. Racketeering, blackmail, and bribery were the very cusp of what lay as evidence within the notes, memorandums and letters that Tedesco had kept for just a situation as this. At first, Tedesco hadn't wanted to drag his family's name through the dirt, nor had he wanted his father to bear the legal repercussions of his actions. He had still been his father, and he had never detested what he'd done. Those tactics were so common place among the greater houses of Allaria, that no one would bat an eye unless it was brought to public.
Some of the other councilors would undoubtedly know what was happening here, but if he were able to create enough political pressure it wouldn't matter. Thus, great enemies might become great friends.
"... I fear my father may be watching my movements, but I still wish to meet to discuss further material that I have in regards to this matter. I know that our houses have not always seen eye to eye, and that is why you must believe that I am sincere. I know not who else might listen to such a plea, for my father has great allies that would not hear me out..."
There was no doubt that his father had been watching him, but the courier that he had sent the letter through would be trustworthy. He had spent months making certain that he had a secure channel to Allaria that wouldn't be monitored by anyone. That had been the most difficult part thus far.
"... I apologize if I am being bold, but I would beg of haste in arranging a meeting place. Somewhere secluded from Hertstead, where I am exlied and Allaria, where my father might have spies.
Tedesco Buscha"
He looked out at the vineyard that had been the original purpose of this estate. He ached to never see them again, nor to walk among the streets of Hertstead and be hailed by these peasants as some kind of equal. How he missed the arches and bridges of his home, and the manor that should so rightfully be his. A snap brought him back to the moment, as he looked down to see the crumpled remains of his quill in his hand.
It would be important to be calm and collected in the near future, but for now he could be angry. Angry for all of the wasted moments that he'd languished within the walls of this cell.
Time enough to wait for Quintus' response, and the return of Tedesco.