Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24685738-20160807153218

Bellisa rode over to Rob's tent, giving Jeanne a smile. She looked rather worse for wear, all things considered. "I wish you a happy and prosperous marriage." She said, kindly, being as polite as possible.

"He did what?!" Damian roared, driving his dagger down into the pure wood of his desk. He was practically baring his teeth at the messenger, who looked more than afraid of his liege lord and king.

"He... He eloped with the soldier, Jeanne. He made her his Queen, my lord." The messenger replied, shaking in his boots.

"Bloody boy can't even keep a single promise." Damian growled, inspecting the gouge he had made. "Fool."

He laughed, bitterly. "He shames my sister, he shames me." He paused, sitting down and snapping for a piece of paper and a quill. The messenger hurriedly ran over, bringing what he requested.

"My sister will be a Queen, I swear by all the gods." He promised, beginning to pen a letter. "And Roberto Stentor will not make it to the age of thirty."

He finished the letter and snapped it up, ordering his messenger to first travel North, as if he was going to Northpoint, before he headed to his real destination.

"Until then, we will act as if nothing is wrong." He mused, to himself. "We will draw back, act reserved." He laughed. "That is the thing with Cobras, Rob, they rear back before they strike. Faster than you can see coming."