(( Long post is in spoilers, summary below.
Trubaldsome reclined languidly in his stuffed red-leather chair, pouring wine into two crystal glasses as he watched the confused-looking young woman in the chair opposite him. He wore a fine suit of blue velvet with a swirling, embroidered red trim, decorated with fluffy bits of cloth and lace seemingly at random to the untrained eye.
Despite wearing his most charming, relaxed half-smile, he was actually pretty on edge. His men had still not found exactly where the alchemist was being hidden, and the King was due back before long, which did not bode well for Trubaldsome. But then, just as his perfect composure was about to break, he fixed his mind on his current plan, and all seemed well again.
"Well my dear," he said, in a friendly, yet slightly sad tone as he handed over the glass of wine, "It is a good thing you made this interview with me. I cannot imagine what you have been going through." He continued on as she tried to speak, her expression more confused than ever, and quickly droned her out.
"You have spoken out to the right person. I shall not let that animal Kaguro's vile treachery go unpunished. And of course, I shall see to it he is not allowed near you again, of course not." He held up a quieting hand as the young woman spoke again, even more agitated this time, "But he's not-" "Yes, yes my dear, I understand." He was speaking in a soothing, sympathetic voice now. "You do not want to speak of it, please, do not feel you have to."
He took a sip of wine, eyeing her sadly, but on the inside grinning to himself as he refilled her hardly-touched drink. Now he would show that damned Kaguro! This was his game, not chasing around after madmen through fires!
"What that monster did to you is impardonable. We shall inform your cousin the King of the incident... Or incidents? ...On his return, privately of course. You need not worry, I shall be with you, you need only turn to me, if you do not wish to speak of it." He shook his head remorsefully, then suddenly jumped to his feet, and with all the poise of a trained actor, threw his glass against a wall in a sudden rage, shattering in.
"Damn him! Damn him for what he did to you!" He yelled, before calming down and looking back to the woman, "If I could, I would go down there myself and run him through, for all those awful things he did to you. And he did not even have the grace to marry you after, the vile bastard!"
His piece said, he moved over and placed a calming hand on her shoulder, a secret signal to Waery who stood by the door, who turned and open the door, speaking softly with a man outside before turning back to Trubaldsome.
"New develop'ments, M'lord, ah must speak to ye in private."
Usually Trubaldsome would fly into a rage at such an interruption, but of course this was all planned. He offered the noblewoman a hand and led her to the door, nodding in sympathy and giving her a choking, thick whiff of his excessive perfume as he did. "Yes, yes, you poor dear... Well, you need not talk to any other of this," He said as they reached the door, "We shall have that scumbag hanged. I will have justice for you if it is the last thing I do!"
So saying, he handed her, wrapped up in brown cloth, a very fine, embroidered silk dress. Somewhat disturbingly, it was from his own collection, but oh well.
Then, as the no-doubt bewildered noblewoman left and the door closed, he bit his fist and burst out into suppressed laughter. Waery, impassive, handed him the snuffbox, and a moment later the young lord was calm, smirking to himself as he walked over to his window. "We shall have him now, Waery. You saw how I worked my wiles on her? She believes the General truly did molest her, or if she did not, she would say she did, for hope of more gifts. "
He took another pinch of snuff, grinning broadly as he savoured the moment.
"Now, we simply wait 'til the King gets back, and chop chop," He clapped his hands for emphasis, "Off with his head!" He giggled with glee, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked out over the city.
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