Elise came back to the Arborvent table, looking rather angry.
"That trollop, Ursula or whatever her name is, just came up to albert and snatched him away!" Elise said angrily.
"Oh dear, this is most troublesome. But Albert is a smart kid. He knows that this won't last. Ursa isafully pushy and tactless, and her recent begging for money makes her an obvious gold digger." Edgard replied.
"Gold digger? Who is that?""Thats the word commoners use for vile wenches that marry exclusively for money.""But nobility does that all the time! But you are right, she would be after royal treasury then.""But guess who is holding keys to the treasury...""Well, aren't you the clever one. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. Besides, he seemed quite surprised by Ursa. It will be easy to out-charm her..."
"Yeah, just follow the example of your sister. Richard seemed taken in by her.""I will go and stick close to the king, maybe I will find an opening.."
With that she departed. Edgard was amused by Ursa. She was blunt and insistent. but was Blauritter prepared to marry? He almost laughed out loud thinking about that.
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After the feast...A messenger brought in a letter from The Pact. He also told about lot of bizarre things happening there, like a prophet arising and Harald being delcared mad.
"Oh boy. First is the plague, now people are going mad. So much for the golden age..."Edgard wrote back to Harald. Maybe that an would be willing to explain more in person.
My dear Marquis,
I've heard of the events happening at your castle and received your letter. I would be interested in helping you and sorting this matter out.
If you wish, please come to Arborvent. I will give you all the help I can. After all, we southerners are in minority in the kingdom, it would be bad if I let you down.
Regards
Duc Edgard de Arborvent, Lord of Arborvent, Duc of southern Atemheide
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It was during the royal marriage feast when a hooded figure entered "Drifting Chemise". After a short discussion with the men at the ntrance and an exchange of some coin, that the man entered the establishment.
He was a slave in fact, but authorised to speak on his master's behalf. After all, a youndg duc that was about to get married could not be seen in a brothel, no matter how well-paid one.
"May I speak with the proprietor of this establishment? My master has certain business to carry out with him."