>>5820947She understood directly, she was quick, and quickly told.
-So if some elf heard it, and decided to write to the elven party at court, or even not an elf, someone else, but more probably an elf since they are powerful and have the ear of the queen. Such accusations could not be disproved by the chancellor and he decided to order his nephew to do something. But what ?
-Bring you to Bomburia, kill your councilors and even if the barony was lost have a claim at your title since he will be your husband, and a baillistre, title that would become bigger if his decisions about the decisions of your father were annulled. Then the baron would be able to live in Bomburia, even if he would be an outlaw here, he would be a useful claimant for the throne, and the chancellor could say that he did knew nothing about the heinous deeds of his nephew, maybe he will even inherit from his nephew since they are family, and with me dead, you maried to him, and the Rival Lord and the Lord of Darkplace on their place they could exchange the nephew for his uncle.
Hah, you held it, it seemed to be a perfect plan, full of common sense, very perfidious and hard to put in place but you were happy you began to understand intrigue. Unfortunately Rose had to break it in some words.
-No, if Baron Crook is seen as a criminal he would be arrested in Bomburia, and the Chancellor has too many enemies at court even if he pretended to ignore everything about this he would be replaced by an elf at court and would loose his power.
As to finish your idea she said.
-And since Crook's lands will be confiscated the inheritance laws would not apply.
You hit the bed with your fist.
-Damn it ! Then why ? Perhaps they are manipulated into thinking this ? Or they plan something else... I know next to nothing about the factions at court and I fear that people far higher in the feudal hierarchy are dealing with this now. We have released a horse that we could not catch anymore. Or we need to talk to Oldfossil about this. Once you will have a dress of course.
She smiled at the last suggestion and agreed. Then, as of the sudden she buried her head into your chest, as if to release all the emotions that she had kept inside. You caressed her hair, it was silky but unfortunately did not smell of strawberries as often. You then caressed her cheek, she had incredibly smooth skin and you liked the feeling of her small hands against your chest. When she told you in a soft voice.
-Charles... Thank you... Once more, thank you.. I do not know how to thank you my knight.
