To Win the World - [Markus Woodrow] Dec 14, 2016 19:52:44 GMT -7
Post by Pelagia Xista on Dec 14, 2016 19:52:44 GMT -7
|Mid-Afternoon on the 13th|
The Scales of Judgment, 5152
Today was a very important day. Pelagia would not, of course, consider it to be the most important by any stretch; there had been a number of more notable occasions in her life this far. But today's events would still mean quite a great deal. Today, Pelagia had a meeting with Lord Markus Woodrow. An arrogant, short-sighted blowhard who was too bent on his own ignorant world view for his own good. But, he was also a very famous man with lots of love from the public, and his moral stance in global matters was one that often caught people's attention.
Pelagia had recently signed a Peace Treaty between her nation and the nations of Atton, Niseca, and Vieri, creating a new united force for peace in Atton. It was all very disgusting. But, it was a move that, like many moves Pelagia made, was necessary to ensuring the fruition of her ultimate goal. Peace in Atton would get the world on Aurcaele's side, and Pelagia's bold move for peace in the face of a cruel monarch was exactly the tip she needed in Aurcaele's public opinion of her.
Ah yes, and that was one of the little tricks in the plan; painting up Queen Fabelle as the monster. Queen Gweneth did not even know yet that a Peace Treaty had been signed. No one did, outside of those who signed it. The information was to be kept under wraps for the time being, with Pelagia ordering a ceasefire from her troops in the meantime. No, Pelagia planned on breaking this news worldwide before it ever reached the Queen. This would allow the story to proliferate without giving the Queen a chance to prepare one of her perfect little stories to excuse the accusations Pelagia was going to level at her.
Which is why she was here, outside Lord Woodrow's estate, adorned in her finest gown that did everything to show off her graceful, noble figure, and not the cut of muscle that lay beneath. She had arrived by carriage, an ornate thing of white and gold that put the shoddy things on the streets of this dump to shame. Pelagia would never understand the appeal of Eersaeb's aesthetic. Nor the appeal of the salty air. The sea in general was not to her taste.
Guards had alerted Lord Woodrow to her presence, and she waited patiently in her carriage until a messenger came back to tell her that the Lord would see her now.
It had certainly taken long enough.
She was escorted through the manor with her own detail of guards following her, until she arrived at Woodrow's office, where the guards for both sides were instructed by the lone messenger to wait outside. Pelagia was escorted into the office alone, and she took a seat in the comfortable arm chair across from Woodrow's desk. At least the man could decorate decently.
She was told that Woodrow would be with her shortly.
She didn't know at the time that she'd be kept waiting for at least another half hour.