Heather
Phillipe de Capet
Terresol, Sol

Phillipe Finally Arrives in Sol, and Asks for an Audience with his Majesty the King. He talks to a royal guard and he shuffles along the halls, probably going to talk to a superior.
Steven
Charity Lane
Sol, Teresol

It was at Anya's sudden recognition of her family's own "Destiny" That the conversation turned rather serious. The Terresolian Queen looked her guest in the eye. "I have enjoyed our relationship, so far, immensely. But I know, or I'm hoping that this is not the loneliness you mean. But I do have to ask, what's stopping you from having another child?"
Charity didn't mean with her, obviously, that would be some black magic business that the rest of the continent would surely react negatively too.

Lycus Affini
Sol, Terresol

The Queen's day trip with her visitor had gone on for quite a while, *It felt like it had been going on for months* But it had barely been a day. Boredom had set in a long while ago for the colonel who was dutifully waiting in the Queen's study for her return. The inhabitants around quench lake were requesting aid from what they claimed to be a dragon, but there was no proof of it. Especially since dragons were thought to be extinct.

These thoughts along with others kept the colonel somewhat busy during his wait. Then footsteps towards the study from down the hall. The queen returning? No, footsteps were too heavy, also there was the clinking of armor with each step. Maybe someone was coming for him, he was technically the highest ranking individual in the keep right now, since Fiscella was out in the Akno province dealing with an unusually large bandit gang. The guard poking his head in the door confirmed his suspicion. After being informed on the visitor Lycus made his way to the entrance to greet the visitor.

"Ah, Lord Phillipe de Capet of Ampeli, glad to have you here. Anyways, the *King* Has been dead for quite a while, thank the gods, and the *Queen* Is currently out entertaining the Queen of South Feyshore and Grand Duchess of Astoria Anyanka Durhkan" Titles really were a hassle "Maybe I can help you in the meantime, probably not, but we'll see."
Heather
Phillipe de Capet
Sol, Terresol

"Good Morning Colonel," Phillipe said with a cold, unemotional voice, "I am here to ask something of the Royal Government, as, as far as I know, we currently have no trade deal with Araedia, which could be some trouble, as it is no small kingdom, and could boost our economic output massively. This actually came as a request from one of my Nobles, and I thought it was of high importance. Do you have anything to say about it?"

Phillipe then sat, waiting patiently for the response from the Colonel.
Bessie
Anyanka Durkhan
Sol, Terresol

Anyanka inhaled deeply, her gave moving over the small home. 

"It was one thing when I was a widow. Another when I was a lady in court. But I've got a title that would pass to a husband. _Power_ that would be in someone else's hands. I can't just grant that to anyone." She ran her tongue over her teeth, a bit uncomfortable for having never said her thoughts on the subject out loud before. 

"Mikhail is a bastard, and he's been hurt and hunted and murdered for that fact. I couldn't do that to another child, and it's not as if there are suitors lined up at my door."