Madness in a Cadenza

[Thunderer]

Hall rose very carefully. He expected a dagger in Dagon's other hand. He could not believe it when there was none. He nodded her slowly, almost trustfully, and said nothing. With Dagon nodding back, he proceeded and took the laptop to speak with someone. She looked at him suspiciously, victorious enough not to really care.

"This is Admiral Sir George Richard Hall on the line. Commander Knight?"
Commander Knight led the marine squad aboard the HMS Norfolk. The images of both Hall's and Knight's were transmitted together with their voice.
"Urr... Knight reporting for duty, Sir. Do you need help?"
The bloody scratches on Hall's face were visible.
"I need two marines to escort... Commodore Kaze Dagon back to the medical bay."
His face was also covered with smeared lipstick. That and suddenly raising Dagon's rank was enough to explain his injuries and the noise that had come from his quarters. Knight grinned, realizing that he did not know the admiral as well as he thought. He was also happy because he had a good story for the bar after his shift was over. This time it will not be about politics.
"Way to go, Sir! Two of my best men are on the way."
Politics was, however, the more important subject now. What will it look like with an ex-Reaver in the Admiralty? What does that tell about Bretonia? What will it bear, the treaty made between two monsters, in the dark and in silence? And will two ambiguous nods hold it together long enough?

Hall kissed Dagon's hand, the dead one, the one which was not her own, slightly smearing it with his blood. Then he bid her farewell and closed the metal door. The divan, his favourite resting place, was destroyed, but the picture of Queen Carina stood firmly, with a smile, as if approving of what had just happened.

The end. Of this story.