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- Posted: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 23:46:56 +0000
» an idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
location: Venereia, Hackathorn
- "Forgive me, Your Majesty," Sarah said as she entered the room. She hadn't bothered to ask. She'd ignored the guards, and risked angering the queen, but they were both trivial matters. She no longer held any loyalty to Hackathorn. They were quickly sinking and damned if she'd sink with them. They'd already pushed the Howes under, and the only man who could pull them out of the water was being patronized by none other than the Queen Regent of Hackathorn. "but I don't think Lord Creedy here is as big of a coward as you make him out to be." She smirked.
"He made a mistake. I'm sure you, of all people, hailing from such a family as you do, would know about that." She subtly tapped her ring finger as she spoke. She had to fight the urge to smile and laugh. How often did one get to speak to a Queen like that? "I've been sent to Hackathorn to inform you of the Howe's collective decision to forfeit our loyalty to Your Majesty's great house. And, by an extension, Your Majesty herself. I also have one thing to return." She threw the bare crown of a queen on the desk, the set jewels picked free of their holdings and in the bank account of none other than Lord George Howe... but she wouldn't tell Verity that. "Angeline offers her best wishes."
She turned out of the room with a curtsy and waltzed straight past the guards once more. She'd had no intention of hurting the queen, but she had every intention of ruining her reputation. Sarah had decided it was a better idea to catch Robyn outside... she wasn't risking not having the ability to out-ride a guard if she had to.