Ah. That was more familiar territory to Louise. "As far as I'm concerned, the Albionese Republic is an ally of the Regency Council and an enemy to my plans. We're here to lend our aid to your plans, because we want to ensure that the Regency Council can't find any support here when I take over Tristain. I want to look towards crippling the Albionese fleet or otherwise making it impossible for them to move assets to the mainland, but our intelligence reports from Albion are… limited."
"Also," Henrietta interrupted, "we want the body of the Prince of Wales."
"We do?" Louise said, trying not to show a disunited front in front of the rival overlady but also really not feeling okay with that bit of the plan.
"We discussed this earlier, remember?"
They had done no such thing, and Louise would certainly have had something to say about Henrietta getting her hands on the body of her beloved.
"Ah, yes," Tiffania said, with a happy smile. "The children do love the stories of revenants returning from the grave to devour those who betrayed them. And I'm fully behind the Republican leadership being devoured by the murderous animated corpse of a prince. I mean, you might need to find him a new head, but…" one of the children raised their hand, "what is it, Chloe?"
"If he lost his head, we can find him a pumpkin. Anna axe," said a snuggly sweet, snotty-nosed six-year old. "Anna horsie for him to ride around cutting off people's heads."
"A wonderful idea, Chloe! I'll have to give you a star afterwards!"
The presence of small children at the planning meeting was also something Louise did not support. They kept on making suggestions. Awful, dreadful, horrible suggestions. There was something very wrong with these children.
Henrietta tilted her head. Her helmet made her expression hard to read, but Louise had a horrible feeling that she was taking the suggestion seriously. "I think it'd be important to recover the head," she said eventually. "I need it."