No sooner had the words left Ryuho's mouth than Camille shook her head. "Your people are wrong. His Majesty cannot be infected, la Légion tricolore would not permit it." Shrouded in equal parts mystery and enough access restrictions to cut anyone short of General off at the knee, the Légion tricolore was Gallia's premier space combat unit. Legion aside, the King was shielded, quite literally, by an armada of warships and royal guards. He may not have been untouchable, but he was as close as any human being in history had ever come to it. "If their control was that absolute, I very much doubt I would have survived long enough to speak to you.
If the Crown fell, Ryuho, Gallia would have fallen with it." This time, there was no trace of doubt in her voice. She let silence reign for a moment, driving the point home. Theatrical? Perhaps, but that was the beautify of performance. "But if we accept, then, that His Majesty is healthy, and that the best course of action is to leave the Marechal untouched-." Her lips curled up with faint disgust at the suggestion. "Then what would you have me do?"
