Under the Maltese Skies

[Loyola]

For En it looked like ice started to melt and finally some understanding is coming along between them. It felt like it took a lot of time, but mostly thanks to lack of actual contact for all those years. And while Loyola was informed about Charlotte's status and even had some video feed from time to time, there was a clear lack of opportunities to contact her directly. But she would not suspect Charlotte to be angry at that point. Everything she attempted to do was to level princesses' temper so she at least considers building nice and preferably productive relationships. And while she understood all possible prejudices towards Sirians and especially the Outcasts, she simply could not believe that it could sit so deep.

Understanding that contact with Claire would likely be the first priority, En would sit down and then one more time pull the pocket device from her pocket. With a slight sigh, she attempts to unblock it. Opening the contact list she would find Duchesse Claire Sophie DeFrance d'Orléans then handing over the device to Charlotte.

— I guess you would have to use the device of your loyal servant before we get you one of your own. It fully supports Gallic accounts and networking protocols, so it should work just fine. You can also read some of my messages and comms, meeting recordings, I don't really have much to hide. Maybe it will help to get you back to -- life.

En has some cheeky smile at her face and it's not like she's planning to change her attitude or plans anytime soon. It was quite stupid of Loyola to relax this early, but she got tired of attempting to mind games with DeFrance and just started to play it for what it is. Her lips went dry again and it made her thin smile look more sand than inspiring.

— Residence servants were supposed to start packing your things even before my arrival, I hope it won't be a major delay on their part. I have landed one Sabre not so far from the villa, it's being supported by the force fields, this place got no spaceport and logistics do not really exist around here. We will fly on my ship to the nearest spaceport where you would be able to get the ship of choice. After that, we will proceed to Claire's location -- I am sorry for the threats I've made, they were purely rhetoric to outline what could've happened if you got in hands of some other Don back then. I decided to protect and help you then and I am fully committed to my promise now.

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