Leda's return to Faery was quiet and discreet, as she'd taken a portal directly to her bed chamber. Then she'd sent a page to inform her friends of her arrival.
"As you might imagine, Leander said dryly, 'The body of an Elven Noble turning up riddled with bullets caused a bit of a stir."
Leda sat on a divan in the living room of her chambers. Wiseguy sat close beside her, and the half-Elf's infant son was shared on both their laps. A mug of black market B-Town coffee mixed with Elven cocoa was cradled in her hands. Faerie had never developed it's own version of coffee, and since trade between the World and the True Realm was still largely prohibited, it had to be smuggled Across the Border. (Item 237 on a seemingly ever growing "To Change" list)
She had just finished regaling them with the tale of just how Crystaviel had met her end.
"Most of the guards have never even heard of a gun." Leander went on. "And none of them have been across the border. They didn't know what to make of it. They thought it was an extremely clumsy and vicious bit of elf shot."
"May I see the amulet?" Strider asked. Leda tossed it to him. After a moment's examination, his eyes narrowed angrily. For someone as practiced at hiding his emotions as he was, it was a sign of intense fury. Strider's parents had been good friends of the royal family, and he felt the connection deeply.
"This is indeed an heirloom of your line." he confirmed. "I'll see to it's disenchanting at once."
"God I wish I could have been there to see the look on that bitch's face." Wiseguy said.
"Hell," Sai snorted, "I wish we'd been there to rearrange that bitch's face."
"Speaking of which," Leda broke in, "Am I in trouble at all?"
"No." Leander assured her. "As the crown princess you are rather above the law." That phrase hung there for a moment. (Item 152) "And it was fair combat and an assassination attempt besides. Still, the council will want to hear this from your own lips."
And hear it they did.
"It would appear justice was carried out quite handily." said one noble. "If somewhat brutishly."
"Still," Corwyn said, "It is a pity that the assassin was dispatched before she could be made to name her liege. Now how are we to know the architect of this plot?"
Leda stared at him, and he stared back. Their faces were unreadable, but their eyes spoke volumes. They both knew that she knew very well who was behind it all. But he was too high in the council to accuse without proof. And he was fare more powerful than she at present.
She was still afraid of him, but she would not give in. They both knew this was far from over.
[NFB for distance, NFI as well, but ooc comments are always appreciated. Thanks go to Francine Mun for the casting of Sai. And I hope Karla Mun is happy with the non-casting of either of her father figures as villains.]![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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