Maryna became Princess Mariana once more before she even had to speak to Stanisław again. She felt this, and was dismayed. She was an errand girl. Speaking to an elders – an errand girl, speaking of the nature of the men they know – an errand girl. She cannot strike that thought from her mind. A tool for the House of Radziwiłł. A part of her wishes she didn't (seemingly) succeed: surely, she will be greeted with elation from her husband, but then she will return to the so-called ladylike things of dancing, small talk, and looking pretty. It was over in a flash; she has arrived back at Warszawa in five days. Barely enough time to think, as she is want to do.
She finds Stanisław laid up in bed as he often is, the physicians excusing themselves after checking for infection and changing out the plaster cast as they often have.
There she is! You smile broadly at the sight of her, dressed this time around in the Ruthenian garb of her mother and grandmother, dressed for the growing chill: fur hat, embroidered fur coat – a more modest figure cut than her corseted, ruffed, chesty Austrian look. You miss that; she looked so… Devilish.
She returns the warm expression. "Stanisław," is all she says, accepting your embrace. "Any news on the leg?"
"Still healing marvelously," you say, grateful to God. "almost completely closed up, and they say that the false leg they made for me in Kraków is on the way."
"Are you excited?"
"Well, of course I'm excited!" you exclaim. Though you've been warned, too. "They say it will not be so easy as merely standing up and walking, though. Someone finally told me about the challenge of stairs."
Mariana sits at the foot of your bed and draws a hand down your remaining leg, over the covers. "Well, hm, of course it won't be easy, but I know you can do it."
You can't wait any further: you feel a need to get down to business with haste. "So… how did it go?"
"Well, as you may or may not know…" what's she mean by that? "...the Princess Anna is smart. Very smart."
You're not sure what to say. "Mhm."
"And so she said nothing meaningful, made no promises," says Mariana. "But her concerns lie in the preservation of the Jagiellonian name, and of the works of her brother and father," she explains. Yes, I recall her being as such. Though she was not so kind to me. Women talking to women… Pay attention! "But it seemed like I may have won her over, talked some of the benefits of the Archduke's potential ascension into her." Mariana makes a face, slides her jaw to one side. "She wants power, but not… power-power. Not for herself, that is."
"Her legacy."
"The legacy of her family, yes," Mariana says – a gentle correction. "She's rather selfless in that regard. So, I reminded her that the Archduke's youth doesn't just mean pliability, but longevity." God, she's smart, isn't she? A cut above, truly. "A long-lived king is a long-lived rule are long-lived policies, aims, and pacts. And the Habsburgs are no slouches, either."
You exhale in a half-laugh and smile broadly. "Mariana, you're…"
"Yes, you're welcome," she teases. "We'll only know til unconfirmed reports begin to spread. But I think I made a compelling argument on behalf of the family."
"You're wonderful," you say, stars in your eyes.
She shakes her head. "I can play at diplomat, whisperer."
"You're a fox!"
She rolls her eyes. "One small thing, and I hope you're not upset: I teased the idea of Zamoyski's marriage to Krystyna." She let slip that prospect of my cousin and..! "Don't be angry! I brought it up solely as an idea, in an effort to let her know that peace between the Sejm factions would be solidified, no matter who wins."
"That's big news you let out…"
"I needed a trump card," says Mariana. "The Infanta is a woman of confidence and discretion; she'll only tell if it benefits her. Such a union benefits the realm, in my opinion. That's why I told."
Women are… How could she say such a thing? Just let it out? Though, ladies talking to ladies – you don't know. How could you? But women! They always blab, always tell each other their little secrets! Your mouth hangs open, ever so slightly; you close it when you realize.
Mariana chuckles. "Oh, Stanisław," she says, breaking out the honey, "don't you trust me?" Even with this… this eyelash-batting – I do.
You exhale. "I truly hope you know what you're doing."
Your wife nods. "Perhaps it would be wise to speak with Zamoyski to seal the deal? Though you surely ought to speak to cousin Sierotka first. He's her guardian, after all." Something flickers across Mariana's face. You're not sure what.
"Hmm…" you begin thinking.
"Three days left till the Election Sejm," says Mariana, sounding as if she's speaking of an equinox or solstice. "Those are an important three days."
"Kiss me," you say, unsure why you just said it. Huh? There's just something so… When she shows off those brains, you…
She obliges you, and hangs close to your face. "What do you think you'll do with them?"
[] Begin to spread rumors of Anna's preference.
It's perhaps a little bold, but it sounds like Mariana did some truly great work. What's the harm in whispering about something that's probably going to happen – even if the news is delayed by a week or two.
[] Remain silent regarding Anna; deliver a speech on the Archduke's merits instead.
The lordlings cannot resist good rhetoric. This could serve as a final push to throw the lower and middle noble classes – usually pro-Piast – into full disarray.
[] Remain silent regarding Anna; meet with the Archbishop-Interrex and the Papal Nuncio, Vincenzo Lauro.
While the clergy at large is staunchly pro-Habsburg, it would be good to coordinate with the Interrex and the Papal representative to lay the groundwork for a declaration of the Archduke as king.
[] Remain silent regarding Anna; meet with Zamoyski – after speaking with Sierotka – regarding his potential marriage into the Radziwiłłowie.
This could be a major peacekeeping gesture and, God willing, a means of placating the chief of the Piast camp in preparation for his concession of defeat..
[] Remain silent in general. Wait for the beginning of the Election Sejm on the 7th.
Keep quiet and stay put. There's no point in sticking out your neck for any reason whatsoever, especially if things to be going the way they are.
[] write-in.
In the vein of the above decisions – recall that you're working with three days of time.