Rhonda
```Anya.

Yes. She is, if you weren't aware, the ruler of the Kingdom of Araedia. She is the mother of Rosaria De Lancret. Most people appreciate her tightening the reigns on Shitbloods after her husband died. You should know how I feel on the subject. Why?

Mikhail is doing fine.

Forthright with Foresight,

Pirate King Bradaí-Daran Maíth, Unifier of the Southern Isles, Conquerer of Amoroth, Breaker of Chains, King of Whispers, and Patriarch of the Maíth Clan, son of Byron II and Tenley Maíth​

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Steven
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Bradai, 

Allow me to rephrase: I have no quarrels with Araedia, so why would her name have come up in interrogations with Amalthea?

-Anyanka```
Rhonda
Bradai removed his reading glasses from his face and set them down onto the parchment. This wasn't enough information to draw any real conclusions from, he knew that. It would make _too_ much sense. He pursed his lips and brought both of his hands to the letter, hesitating slightly before folding the paper back and placing it into the envelope. He would write back later, focus on this later. It wasn't going to be the focus of her day. 

He moved his other paperwork aside and went back to reviewing the business ledgers for the month. Everything seemed to be in place, iron deposits kept being found in Equadia, and the refineries he was building along the coast seemed to be producing quality results. Some of his advisors had even requested a lager sum of money go into infrastructure. It was a delightful change of pace. Despite his best efforts, the holding in Amoroth had been a gold sink, and it was nice to see it finally begin to turn around. He had been planning on bringing Mikhail along before—

He splayed his hands against the ledger, fingers dimpling the parchment pages. It explained so much. There was no way that a single agent could weasel their way into a greeting party. Juliana must've paid someone off. Hands found their way back to the drawer that contained writing supplies, but were cut short when Ollie entered the office.

"Your Majesty, I hate t—" A hand was raised, cutting off the secretary. The boy, nearing his twenties, was sporting a goatee. It was new. 

"What is vhat, Ollie?" Reddish brown hair had sprung from his chin, forming a little patch of wiry hair. "It looks just fuckin' awful, mate." A silent chuckle came from his throat. "Shave vhat shit."

His face was bright red. His girlfriend rather liked it, but he wasn't about to tell his boss that. "Yes, Sir. You have a visitor. She uh..." He took his free hand, the one not gripping the clip board, and held it from his chest in a cupping motion. "She said she's an _old friend_?" Ollie had been around Bradai for a while, and thought it was a bit strange that he was ordering a call girl after all this time. 

Bradai sighed, waving him off. "Send vha boys in, make sure vhey're well armed and she's not. Put 'er frough vha proper channels, make sure she's wearing tha proper garb and I'll see 'er." He began to leave, "And Ollie, I've got a tip for you."

He turned around, a small smile on his face, "Yes, your Majesty?" He slowly began to hold out his hand. 

"You're not 'omeless anymore. Shave your fuckin' face, mate. " The secretary gave a nod and left the room.
Ronald
Audrey hardly dared to show her true appearance around the Maith estate, and so she'd disguised herself as the very woman who'd scarred her skin. Her body was relatively thin, but it allowed her to look more graceful when she moved and less predatory than Audrey's usual prowl. She was still dressed in a commoner's gown and a grey caped hood, having just returned from Mason Carbonnel's temporary residence, though now she had fuller features that made her appear more healthy - rather than a peasant, she resembled a commoner, or perhaps a civil servant of sorts. Middle class or so. Her dark eyes and dark features were kin to those in Amoroth, yet they remarkably ran in a central Marin household. Perhaps there was mysterious ancestry among their bloodline, but this wasn't Audrey's main concern. She'd picked the perfect person to imitate. Evelynn Carbonnel was known to royals, but hardly to their assistants or the common folk, having been scarce among the public eye, yet this was someone that Bradai Maith was fully aware of. She'd been shifting awkwardly (it was all a performance, after all) when Ollie McAllister returned, and her face visibly brightened into a kind smile. She was expecting good news.

Ollie looked at her with a similar expression, although he motioned for two nearby armed guards to move farther in. "This way," He said, motioning for her to move ahead of him. She gave a gracious curtsy before gliding ahead and looking about the Estate almost whimsically. This sure brought back memories - it was a symbol of hope for Audrey when she lived in the Littlebridge Islands. Now, it was a place of base operations to her. She exchanged information, checked in, and received orders from here... Though she was hardly considered a Poppy, and she could not be considered a friend. She simply scratched the Pirate King's back, and he seemed to scratch hers. As far as Audrey was concerned, she was doing all she could to live, and the Pirate King was one of the few who didn't seem to want her dead yet. She could respect that. She even appreciated it.

After having gone through several pat-downs and being asked to change her clothes, she was finally ushered into Bradai Maith's quarters in a plain gown with no possessions. Bradai had his "Boys" He had asked for, and he was face to face with the appearance of Evelynn Carbonnel, right hand to Cheston Carbonnel as well as head of security for the Ibethiel Royal Family before all Hell broke loose. As soon as the door clicked shut, the woman bowed into a deep curtsy. 
"My king. You have my deepest apologies." 
She was acting quite well, though her voice... There was something familiar to it. Her magic was centered on illusions, though Bradai could likely tell just who was hiding behind this facade. The woman waited for the most powerful man in the room to speak, holding her position gracefully.