"The answer is simple, Doctor," the Queen affixed him with deep dark eyes. "I expect peace for my people and an end to the bloodshed that neither of our houses can well afford. As for compromise, that can be arranged. But before then, we must arrange a cease fire."
She motioned with her hands out of the window at the orange-hued space beyond. "All these stars, and we cannot find a way to share them. I have Kusari to the North East, Gallics to the North West, Molly's to the South, Rhienland to the South East... and Reavers in my rose garden. All those stars, and yet so many with eyes on the ones we call Bretonian."
Sighing lightly, "Bretonia cannot appear weak in these negotiations, we are a strong, proud people of a rich and noble culture. And our enemies have to learn that we are strong in our own right. I have heard the transmission from Gallia where our Cousin, King Charles, has emerged from the fox hole and is now loose amidst the hens of the hen house. You, yourself, know what is at stake."
She pressed his arm, "a storm, unlike any we have ever known, is coming. I can feel it, let us not be caught unawares."
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