Suprématie

[Jeremy Hunter]

Planet Orleans
Emeline D'Aramis was going over paperwork in Roux's estate. The woman's wound was too close; she was in a medically induced coma thanks to the damage inflicted. And right now, she had to run the Office because King Charles decided she was best fit.
Oh goodie.
Sarcasm aside, she pushed a mountain of requested from spies around Gallia to the side and pulled forth the report on Roux. The woman was strong, had done well, but even so, the failure...
"It is not her fault the man who designed every countermeasure to stop assassination was the very man who attempted assassination." She mused to herself.
Then the intercom beeped.
"Madame D'Aramis?"
"Yes Perrine?"
"There is a message from a Lilith LaCroix has taken over as the Grande Marechal of the Gallic Royal Navy. It has seemed the claim by Joseph DeFrance at the Grande Marechal of the Royal Navy has been unacted upon and ignored by everyone. Including the King."
"What does she order?" Emeline frowned.
"All loyal soldiers and commanders to New Paris milady."
Standing, the Comte of Orleans smoothed her dress out. Dammit. "Ready my ship. I should not keep her waiting."
"Yes milady."

Within five minutes, Emeline D'Aramis was whisked away from Orleanais, heading to New Paris.
What will Roux say, if she ever wakes up?

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.