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Posted on June 13, 2013 at 06:03:01 PM by a r t h u r
 The puppy in Tristan’s arms wriggled when Victoria reached out towards him until he was able to lick her fingers, his left front paw resting against her hand. “He likes you,” Tristan told her, beaming warmly. Cafall was usually the shier of the pair, and had already demonstrated timidity around Tristan’s uncle, aunt and young cousin. He was therefore surprised that the puppy had approached the ambassador at all, and not just remained playing under the table. “Your accent,” the Prince asked, as Victoria sat back again and he adjusted his grip on Cafall, “where’s it from?” He hadn’t heard anything like it before in Shaman and something about it, combined with her bright disposition made him smile. Arthur observed the exchange with a quirked eyebrow before finally interrupting with a light cough, directed at the Prince. Tristan recognised it instantly and turned to his father with a sheepish smile. It wasn’t his fault that Victoria was so friendly, and her informality was contagious, but he leaned back in his chair obediently and waited. Her second verbal misdemeanour however, defeated his attempt at a straight face and smothered a laugh. “An honest ambassador,” Arthur chuckled taking another sip of wine, “they do say there is always a first time for everything.” The king believed that over the years he had become a reasonable judge of character, and the vibes he was getting from Victoria were all genuine. That meant one or two things in Arthur’s experience, she was either what she seemed, or very good at pretending. He set the wine goblet down upon the table and looked back at her with a smile. “Well then,” the king began resting his right elbow on the corresponding arm of his chair, “let’s get the dull matters out of the way first, I’m sure we’d all be happier that way. Firstly, I’m afraid snooping is out of the question, you will find me quite stubborn on that.” He smiled slightly before continuing, “and secondly, I will extend to your organisation the same instruction I gave the Auran ambassador. If any personnel are to travel to Shaman, I would like to be sent their credentials in advance, and I reserve the right to deny admittance. Anyone who does come to Shaman however, will find themselves welcome in the Castle if they are in need of bed and board.” Tristan moved slowly in order to place Cafall down upon the table. The puppy had fallen asleep, and Celidon informed his fairy that his brother had done the same beneath the table. His hands freed finally, the prince was able to help himself to some of the wine, the jug clinking against the rim of his goblet. If Victoria had been appointed by Mallos, he mused, did that mean that she knew him? He had often wondered what kind of people his grandfather spoke to when he was away on Earth, and he remembered when the Spaniard had told him that soldiers were boring. Victoria didn’t seem boring at all. Arthur, on the other hand was sure that Mallos was well acquainted with the ambassador and it added amusement to his voice. She really was very pretty, he thought, he couldn’t really blame him. “Any information on the Auran church, and its leaders that your organisation would be willing to provide would be most welcome,” the king continued affably, “and, since I assume they monitor such things with interest, any updates on Auran activity that they can communicate to me would be equally helpful.” Finally, Arthur leaned forwards and fixed her with a piercing look, “call me cynical,” he smiled, “but I can’t help but wonder what the catch is? If this is the bait...where’s the hook?”  |
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- it just reminds me of before. - By victoria bolton-zabala June 13, 2013 at 09:39:08 PM
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