Honeymoon

[Loyola]

All senses were real: a warm bath, gallic food and wine, new clean cloths. Such a simple things made her to feel so good, good but not happy. For now she can be sure that she will stay alive for a couple of days at least. Gauls can always remember her being a leader of Malta and other associated crimes. Her friends and allies, if there are any left, do not even know that she's here.

Now she will become a pawn in the Gallic game, in case if they will find her useful. Maybe she should suggest it herself in some way, maybe even directly. Why not? Not so long time ago she almost interested Claire DeFrance herself. Sadly she never got a reply in the end. It's not like Enma had a high hopes over that, she just wanted to fill a niche of Sirian leaders who will be in favor of the Crown. Huge reason to worry about, however, is the fact that she is in a way worse position than she used to be before. It's unknown how Gallics will react when Enma will open this card. On one hand, it will prove that she seeked for a friendship long time ago. On the other it was a private letter to a daughter of their beloved king. Violating Royal privacy? Is that even a good idea?

Her brain used all time it had before interrogation to find the best way to act. Years of the experience in politics were supposed to help, but in reality did the opposite. All the flashbacks just interfered with the mental process. It's not like she can see a clear reason to even live anymore. Next moment she caught herself on desire to live without having a reason, now she's following the instinct. Fear of death is her only motiation? She should have been shot down by that soldier who shocked her. Confused thoughts are coming and leaving, with them she had waves of different emotions. Enma is in panic, but she knows how to hide it. Hopefully

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Finally some... sort of a guard came to take her. She blindly followed him, without paying any attention to look of the Valor from the inside. All her life is now in a hands of some Gaul, she could not get used to this position. While she was in that cargo hold, she all tried to convice herself that it isn't real. Now the illusions about her having illusions are gone. Despite her expectations, she did not see Eliza in the room. She shortly glanced at de Chanteloup and realized that her charm won't work here. What bothers her more, is that she does not really know what to expect from this person. Knowing your opponent is the key for success and sadly, she don't have that key in this situation.

Enma accepts a kind offer to sit, it's not like she have a choice, but saying "Mer'ci." would never harm. Carefully listening, Enma is strying to seek for the weak sides in this person. Apparently this was Gallic best interrogator to deal with foreign people. Why would she both approve their trip and now was here. It feels like facing the monster. Of crouse, those feelings are not quite justified, but Enma is in state when she can be scared of a Zoner. Well, not Zoner, no, it's not that bad, but she's still very scared.

Her fingers are drumming the table while Commandant was speaking. Enma felt like stabbed with a knife whenever she was called a "Guildmistress". Most likely she is not the one anymore and Supreme Guildkeeper became a new Guildmaster. She slightly bows and taking a sip of coffee, hoping that it will help her to calm down. She still drummed few seconds after she stopped talking and caught a cold look on her. She should really stop worrying as much, it's not playing in her favour at any point. Now it is time to force herself to speak, silence in the room is being held for a very long time.

With a low and screthy voice, she slowly starts to pronounce word by word. "Commandant, please let me express my sincere gratitude for saving me and..." She paused, looking onto the desk surface and trying to word it properly. "and providing me with comfort that I needed so much. " Feeling herself more confident with every words, she procceds with more natural speed. Her voice is starting to gain usual highness as she starting to speak more emotional. "I will stay here as long as you will suggest. I know that it's all for my own good and security." They already took her freedom of movement anyway, just asking to let her go would not work in this sort of situation. Enma would co-operate with them and she needs to show that by trading things that she do not even own.

Seemly trying to remember something, Enma is making yet another pause. This speech is not sounding impressive, as if she had something to impress this Gaul. "Answering your questions, sadly I don't know a lot more than you. Person that held me is Eliza Valdez de Loyola, she attacked my ships and transported me somewhere." She sighs, this cannot got any worse, right? "I would like to know her motives much more than anyone else, believe me. Maybe we could ask her?"

Taking another sip, Enma is going a little bit more offensive. "Perhaps I could be more thankful for your hospitality and be more useful. In my situation it's quite important to demonstrate more loyalty to the Crown and our... ah nevermind. So I bet that we could make a public version of events a little bit different. Some people were searching me and I could blame someone else for this incident." This is also an attempt to save Eliza..., for now. If she will make some sort of revenge, she would like to make it on her own. "Let's say I could make a public transmission where I will thank subjects of the Crown and blame some Council or Crayter... or both. What do you think, Commandant? "

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