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Dec. 21st, 2006 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Rial's been waiting ever since the call from Hilunda came in. Waiting, chewing nervously on his fingernails, wishing and hoping and praying that somehow this is all some big mistake, a nightmare, a hoax.
Inside, he knows that it's not true.
But oh, oh how he wishes it was.
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Date: 2006-12-22 07:32 pm (UTC)Figurehead Count Saume is nowhere to be seen when the picture comes into focus. Instead, charismatic bearded Baron Aronnse settles himself before the cam. He is a sharp man with pale skin and dark hair, facial hair, and eyes; he has always looked intent, even in the best of times, but he is even more so now. He folds his hands before him on the tabletop, wearing the purple uniform of a noble from an excellent family and its accompanying accoutremonts; its cape, its medals, its ostentatious sash. "The Priamsta have in their custody the Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo," he says without preamble. He produces a dark strip of leather (http://fighting-mad.livejournal.com/4100.html?thread=118532#t118532) with a simple bluestone. It was a band, once, before it was snapped, and the baron holds it pinched between his thumb and forefinger, allowing it to dangle well within view of the cam.
"The princess shall be returned when the throne of Eiattu IV is turned over to the Priamsta. To that end, enclosed is a datastream with an agreement that Count Pernon will be required to sign. It states that the Priamsta are the rightful rulers of Eiattu IV and that he and the princess are abdicating willingly, entrusting the planet to the nobles. It stipulates that they will go into exile offworld."
He lowers the band, resting his hand on the table once more, and he leans in. "The count has two days from this moment on to sign and to put his affairs in order." Beyond that, say his dark eyes, his flat expression, I cannot be held responsible for the actions of lesser nobles.
Baron Aronnse nearly smiles.
The recording ends.
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Date: 2006-12-28 04:54 am (UTC)And every time, he sees that bluestone and he sees the look in the Baron's eyes and he sinks a little further into the dark place that tells him if he'd been there, if he's asked that she take extra security, if, if, if...he could have stopped it.
But it's over now and they have her and he has to destroy either the planet he's worked so hard to remake, or he has to destroy the woman he loves.
The needs of the many, or the one.
Rial leans on the desk, puts his head in his hands and stares dry-eyed at the paper-littered surface.
He can't make this choice.
He can't.
(he must)
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Date: 2006-12-28 11:14 pm (UTC)With the recording halted, the elder Pernon steps out of the doorway, and he leans over Rial's shoulder to press 'stop' on the player. "Enough, Rial." He's quiet a moment, and his voice has lost much of its edge when he repeats, "Enough."
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Date: 2006-12-29 01:20 am (UTC)Staring at the wall behind Gror's left shoulder, "Grand Duke." His voice is tight, controlled, detached.
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Date: 2006-12-29 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 01:45 am (UTC)"I should have been there."
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 02:07 am (UTC)"If Plourr was here, she'd - she'd tell me I was being an ass and that I can't give up Eiattu."
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)He's silent a moment, standing there in the deserted conference room, bushy white brows drawn together.
"Son, have you seen any proof that they have her?"
Gror is asking if he has any evidence that she's alive, without saying the words.
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Date: 2006-12-29 04:32 am (UTC)But Gror's question makes him clench his fists briefly, then shrug.
"They have something I gave her. A dagger, concealed under a bluestone. You may have seen her wearing it. But I don't know if she's alive or not."
They could have taken it from her corpse is what he means, and what he won't say.
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Date: 2006-12-29 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 04:41 am (UTC)"I will. And if she's," and oh he doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to think it, can't say it, "if she's," and then his voice fails him and he looks back at the floor.
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Date: 2006-12-29 04:48 am (UTC)The smile is gone fast to be replaced by steely, steady calm. "Whatever you choose to do, I will be here. Do what you need to do, Rial."
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Date: 2006-12-29 10:34 pm (UTC)And then he glances sideways, and nods, tone formal. "I understand, sir."
A beat, and, "Father?"
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Date: 2006-12-29 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 10:40 pm (UTC)Rial bows, then turns, already moving to leave the room.
He's got work to do.