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[fieldbox="Alexander Blackwood; The Last Good Man, #166b22, solid, 10"]Go, she said, to not worry about her health and instead focus on the state of affairs in Dale. Alexander wanted to commend her for her selfless effort, but it was an impossible to do so. He groaned inwardly and glanced at Jocelyn from the corner of his dark blue eyes. Her pale skin was a more sickly shade than when they'd gone to bed the previous night, her eyes rimmed with a purple hue. But, Alexander reminded himself, this was simply one of the traits she held. One that he loved her dearly for. From the day she'd been forced to walk the stage and into his arms she'd only cared for her family, every brother, sister, mother, and father she'd ever known beyond her own. Dale was her family. Culcetch was her family. The slaves were her family, and now Alexander had to take it upon himself to care for them as she did in a single moment of dire need.
So he walked out the door. For Jocelyn, and for Dale.
Inside the floor's library all the diplomats sat at a long oak table. From Nisqually were the Chieftain and Chieftess, Honiahaka and Kaniehtiio. They had been strong allies of Alexander and Jocelyn's marriage after finding out their were disputes in Farlienne. Lauridson sat proudly across from them with a sheathed sword splayed out in front of him. Palladia would not back down. At his side, Alexander was pleasantly surprised to see Anastasia di ReValya, of the poorer ReValya country to the west. She nodded her head as Alexander descended into the room. Finally, standing before her own seat next to the Nisqually was the Empress of Iona, Nhadia Shiraaj.
"Ah, Alex, you will have to pardon me. Nicoli was unable to travel with me, but he should be here in the morning and we can speak privately if you wish." Anastasia explained politely.
"You will have to accept my apologies as well, Alexander, Aladdin is dealing with our own internal affairs. So I have come in his place." Nhadia bowed her head and flashed a pearly smile.
There was a diplomat from every major country Alex had extended his good graces to. A grin spread across his face seeing the full table. He took his sweet time, greeting each man and woman personally and making sure to thank them. It was no short trip coming to the capital, yet they'd all come on nothing more than a note and a plea.
"To each and every one of you, truly, I am grateful for your presence." Alexander thanked them yet again, this time from the head of the long table. He waved his hand lowly before sitting down, motioning for the group to follow in suit. Now seated, he began the grim task of explaining the purpose of their meeting. Arthur stood in the back of the room, a silent sentry to the council. "I know I was unable to express much in my letters to you all, but in private I have much to tell you. Farlienne is in grave danger of falling into a dismal state of being, thanks to my brother. If you weren't already aware, there have been riots from our lowest casts from across the country. We have been unable to quell the masses because of the problematic relationships between castes."
"We have felt the echo of these riots in Iona." Nhadia spoke up. She frowned. "Our people resonate with yours, they wish to be free, and wish for your people to be free. But the wealthy of our country, much like yours, they do not share these feelings."
"That is good to know..." Alexander hummed.
Lauridson cleared his throat in a subtle way of gaining attention to himself. He hadn't meant to be rude, but there was an obvious haste to his fidgety self since he had arrived in Farlienne days earlier. Alexander knew what he wanted to say and nodded his head in approval for the man to begin.
"I have spoken to the Prince earlier, and also have news of my own that must remain only to this room and to those inside it." Lauridson smirked knowingly. "I have proof that William Blackwood was never intended to be King, and that the death of the late King and Queen, god rest their souls, was not an accident, but regicide."
Lauridson began to pass a series of letters around the room, the most important being the one which outright called for William to never rule. Alexander waited patiently for the diplomats to respond. There was shock, anger, anguish, and an overall sense of confusion sent in waves around the room. Questions formed on lips eager to speak, but no one spoke. It was new information that hadn't been released publicly, the diplomats had to absorb it without allowing themselves to appear at a disadvantages. Such was the way of power.
"I want to change this world." Alexander said solemnly. "My brother would look to divide one class from another, but I would see them unite in brotherhood. It was my mother who saw this, long before I realized it was what I ever wanted. I ask all of you for aid, whatever you can do, anything. The moment I make my move against William is the moment I incite war, and I'll not step foot into conflict without knowing I have allies at my side."
It was difficult to ask, that he knew. Alexander had four nations at his library table, and he was asking them to betray the King of Farlienne and aid him in amassing a force to begin a civil war. When it was all said and done, each and every one of them could lose everything they held dear. William had allies of his own, friends he could call to, all of whom were wealthy noblemen with a pretty penny to their longstanding family names. It wasn't an even fight. It wasn't a fair fight. Alexander didn't have a choice though, William had started it on his own with his idea of a slave for a bride. He has to be stopped, this has gone too far, he was never meant to be King.
"Who is with me?" [/fieldbox]
So he walked out the door. For Jocelyn, and for Dale.
Inside the floor's library all the diplomats sat at a long oak table. From Nisqually were the Chieftain and Chieftess, Honiahaka and Kaniehtiio. They had been strong allies of Alexander and Jocelyn's marriage after finding out their were disputes in Farlienne. Lauridson sat proudly across from them with a sheathed sword splayed out in front of him. Palladia would not back down. At his side, Alexander was pleasantly surprised to see Anastasia di ReValya, of the poorer ReValya country to the west. She nodded her head as Alexander descended into the room. Finally, standing before her own seat next to the Nisqually was the Empress of Iona, Nhadia Shiraaj.
"Ah, Alex, you will have to pardon me. Nicoli was unable to travel with me, but he should be here in the morning and we can speak privately if you wish." Anastasia explained politely.
"You will have to accept my apologies as well, Alexander, Aladdin is dealing with our own internal affairs. So I have come in his place." Nhadia bowed her head and flashed a pearly smile.
There was a diplomat from every major country Alex had extended his good graces to. A grin spread across his face seeing the full table. He took his sweet time, greeting each man and woman personally and making sure to thank them. It was no short trip coming to the capital, yet they'd all come on nothing more than a note and a plea.
"To each and every one of you, truly, I am grateful for your presence." Alexander thanked them yet again, this time from the head of the long table. He waved his hand lowly before sitting down, motioning for the group to follow in suit. Now seated, he began the grim task of explaining the purpose of their meeting. Arthur stood in the back of the room, a silent sentry to the council. "I know I was unable to express much in my letters to you all, but in private I have much to tell you. Farlienne is in grave danger of falling into a dismal state of being, thanks to my brother. If you weren't already aware, there have been riots from our lowest casts from across the country. We have been unable to quell the masses because of the problematic relationships between castes."
"We have felt the echo of these riots in Iona." Nhadia spoke up. She frowned. "Our people resonate with yours, they wish to be free, and wish for your people to be free. But the wealthy of our country, much like yours, they do not share these feelings."
"That is good to know..." Alexander hummed.
Lauridson cleared his throat in a subtle way of gaining attention to himself. He hadn't meant to be rude, but there was an obvious haste to his fidgety self since he had arrived in Farlienne days earlier. Alexander knew what he wanted to say and nodded his head in approval for the man to begin.
"I have spoken to the Prince earlier, and also have news of my own that must remain only to this room and to those inside it." Lauridson smirked knowingly. "I have proof that William Blackwood was never intended to be King, and that the death of the late King and Queen, god rest their souls, was not an accident, but regicide."
Lauridson began to pass a series of letters around the room, the most important being the one which outright called for William to never rule. Alexander waited patiently for the diplomats to respond. There was shock, anger, anguish, and an overall sense of confusion sent in waves around the room. Questions formed on lips eager to speak, but no one spoke. It was new information that hadn't been released publicly, the diplomats had to absorb it without allowing themselves to appear at a disadvantages. Such was the way of power.
"I want to change this world." Alexander said solemnly. "My brother would look to divide one class from another, but I would see them unite in brotherhood. It was my mother who saw this, long before I realized it was what I ever wanted. I ask all of you for aid, whatever you can do, anything. The moment I make my move against William is the moment I incite war, and I'll not step foot into conflict without knowing I have allies at my side."
It was difficult to ask, that he knew. Alexander had four nations at his library table, and he was asking them to betray the King of Farlienne and aid him in amassing a force to begin a civil war. When it was all said and done, each and every one of them could lose everything they held dear. William had allies of his own, friends he could call to, all of whom were wealthy noblemen with a pretty penny to their longstanding family names. It wasn't an even fight. It wasn't a fair fight. Alexander didn't have a choice though, William had started it on his own with his idea of a slave for a bride. He has to be stopped, this has gone too far, he was never meant to be King.
"Who is with me?" [/fieldbox]