In the Balance of the Faith Part Thirteen
Seventeenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
Your tone is no less somber than hers as you reply to the question she had not quite asked: "It was not an experience I would wish to repeat, to be left little choice but to see him simply... stopped. But given the power he had been invested with, I had few options. I did not see his soul rent nor damned to some hell of the Old Gods' making. I did it that he might be finally be at peace and not returned time and again by the dark gift he had called upon himself." It would have been a simple thing to lie without words, to claim that it had been mercy that stayed your hand, yet you do not, neither by expression or inflection do you show anything but your all too real concern for the harm Baelor might have caused.
Relief once more flickers upon her features, faint and guarded you will grant, but given the circumstances of the meeting you will count it a victory nonetheless. "I am glad he rests once more, Your Highness."
At the sound of the title you decide to make one final point. "Made my enemy by circumstance of the power he bore Baelor might have been, but he was still my kin, Danelle." A sudden suspicion comes upon you, could she have wittingly or unwittingly set Baelor upon the path that ended with Dark Sister's edge? Like a fisherman casting a lure in a still stream you add: "In any case this is more a discussion for the summoner, and perhaps the ones whose words set my ancestor so irrevocably against me."
"I fear he set his own feet upon the path," she sighs. Truth, without a single mark that she is keeping anything back and good that it is so. With one Chosen already strongly aligned against you, if not quite so much as you had imagined, you would not wish for the other to be as involved in the last madness of King Baelor.
"I would speak with you and Brother Lucan both under oaths of parley. It's clear I have mistaken some things about the man, and of you I have heard nothing but good." You offer a somewhat weary smile. "I wish we could have met under better circumstances."
The compliment does not have much of an impact, not that you had expected it to, but it is clear the Chosen of the Maiden weighs your offer carefully. "Will you free your hostages that we may meet without the threat to them hanging over the meeting?"
"I will free two of the four in addition to your own friend. The remaining two will be treated with all the courtesies one might a guest under my roof..."
"You might say they will be treated as princes considering cousin Stannis," Dany speaks unexpectedly in your mind, almost enough to draw an mistimed smile.
You suspect Danelle would not have noticed in any case, for she too is lost deep in thought. You would have suspected mental communion were you not able to see the spells upon her clearly. "It is a fair deal, Highness." You can see it almost pains her to leave two of Lucan's companions behind, but she understands the stakes and trusts your word at least in some small measure. "Which are to be freed?"
"Brother Lucan may choose any two of them, if he wishes," you reply at once, having no interest in them save perhaps to speak with them to learn more of their patron and no real way to know which is more informed.
It is clear Lucan had considered the possibility that you would free some but not all of your prisoners, however much Danelle might dislike the arrangement for she replies swiftly: "Ser Alan Waters and Theiry of the Thornwood."
Dany's reply in your mind does not surprise you as it once might:
"The weaker mage and the lesser knight by far, both younger than their companions." He is more concerned with securing those who would fare worse as prisoners than gathering back his strength. Part of you is almost indignant at the implication, but ultimately the man has less reason to trust you than even Danelle.
"There is one other thing I would ask of you, Highness, as part of our agreement." She chooses her words with utmost care. "To not interfere by stealth in the deliberations of the Faith. Should you have any proposals you would wish to advance I will bring them forth myself in your stead."
There is little enough time for you to interfere now in any case with the afternoon vote mere minutes away, so you nod, your answer as guarded as hers. "I will do nothing in regards to deliberations this day. Your offer and other matters are best left for when we next speak."
She nods, not happy, but not wholly dissatisfied either, knowing well that negotiations oft come in small steps you suspect.
After scarce a couple of minutes the air ripples and twists to reveal your sister holding hands with a dark-haired pixie in armor wrought with vines and thorns with a bow nestled between her gossamer wings. A pale red-haired mage who looks about eight-and-ten stands between her and a knight about half-a-dozen years older who hastens to bow to Danelle while studiously ignoring you. The sorcerer tries to do the same but fares worse at it.
By contrast the Fey looks at Danelle and tsks. "Of all the reasons to end up in a bottle, really now. Couldn't he have...?"
"Aryssa," the Chosen says in warning, and to your surprise the Fey archer actually heeds her, though not without a dramatic sigh.
"So where do you suggest we meet?" Danelle asks, a touch distracted not just by her companion but by the sight of Dany, not quite ten and wearing armor fit for war.
Somewhere private, yet not so much so that anyone is tempted to break the rules of parley... "A private dining room at the
Boar's Quill," you name a middling tavern on one of the busier streets of the city.
The Chosen nods thoughtfully, perhaps following along with the thought. "That seems a fair place to meet. This evening at the eighth hour and eight of us in total, four and four?"
Do you accept the terms?
[] Yes
-[] Write in what to do next
[] No
-[] Write in counter-proposal
OOC: You succeeded in every diplo roll, not amazingly so but it's something.