Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane stretched as he left his office, a bottle of wine held in his left hand. He made his way through the halls of the estate, smiling and trading greetings with people he passed by. Making his way to Anyanka's room, he knocked on the door and poked his head in, a brow rising in confusion at seeing the empty room. Waving down one of the servants, he gestured to the door behind him. 

"Where's Anyanka?" Was all he asked, his hand idly waving towards the door.

"She's in the cells, sir." The woman responded with, before excusing herself.

With a grunt, Zane shook his head and began to walk to the entrance of the cells. When he made it to the door, he grimaced and took a long drink of the wine in his hand. His hatred of cells would never change, even though he stood on the opposite side of them now.

"What're you doing down here?" Zane asked as he approached Anyanka, stopping next to the woman and throwing an arm around her.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane's sudden appearance snapped her out of her daydream, and she shook visibly as his voice rang through the quiet hallway. 

She wished she could say that it wasn't a normal occurrence, to be startled when caught off guard. She would have hoped to be able to shield her surprise better by now, but Zane's voice was also one she hadn't heard often as of late, so that in itself was startling. She turned enough to look up at him, giving him a small huff as if to say 'You frightened me' but didn't comment further on her slight jump.

"Checking in on our prized prisoner." She answered, and nodded her head to the wooden door at the end of the hall. Amalthea was still stashed away, and though it had been a few months since they'd done... Well she wasn't really sure what she'd done, but she knew it wasn't lending to the desired affects.

"Why are you here?"
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane just smirked at how startled she got, and rolled his eyes at the way she huffed at him. The smirk melted away a bit as he followed her gaze to Amalthea's cell. While Zane dreamed of the day where she was the one locked up, he still hated being close to the woman, and this was no exception. He wasn't proud to admit the way his hand tightened for a split second, but he quickly loosened it, hoping Anyanka hadn't noticed.

"Well, I remembered what you said earlier about coming around more often, and I'm granting your wish." He said, his smirk coming back a bit, even though he had to force it.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria

"I thought that would mean coming to dinner, not coming to check on the prisoners." She pointed out, and inhaled deeply, reaching for the wine bottle he held, not giving him a choice but to share. 

"I don't know what to do about her. Or the plague. Or myself." She admitted, taking a hefty swig from the bottle. "I'm itching on the inside and don't know how to alleviate it."
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

"Well, I was planning on inviting you to the Bull, but I was told you were down here." He mumbled, shaking his head a bit. "And if there's an itch inside of you, I know one way to help that." He joked, shaking his head.

With a small grimace, he grabbed the bottle back before taking a sip from it. "Honestly, if not for the fact she was Robyn's mother, I'd say we just kill her. As for the plague, what can we do? I can send people to investigate, but they'd likely be infected, which could lead to our own people getting it." He glanced at her after that, and shook his head. "And I know you wouldn't want that."

"And what do you mean by yourself, Anya?" He asked, pulling her a bit closer to his side. "In the time I've known you, you're a little more in tune with yourself, then to worry about something like that."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria

"Don't be gross, Zane." She muttered in response to his joke. When he continued she sighed, dipping her chin a bit and crossing her arms over her chest as she listened. 

"From what Heath has told me, death would be too good for her. And besides, it feels like we're wasting an opportunity by not using her in some capacity. I was hoping that with Marcus we'd be able to gain a little control. But it seems like they just struggle until they're both spent. Half the time I can't get anything coherent out of her." Anya pursed her lips. "It might be time to pull him out, but, after this long I don't know if that would help or hurt either of them. We might lose him for good." It was something they had both known about, and hoped wouldn't have to think of, but they'd known it was a risk when he accepted her task. 

On his last point, she promptly ignored talking about herself. "What's the formal opinion of the Astorian Spymaster on what to do with Amalthea Victor?"
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane sighed a bit, before he shook his head. "She's too powerful of an asset. Even if it takes years for Marcus to win control over her, it'd be something we would benefit from immensely." Another drink from the bottle, and Zane grimaced. "Robyn is another powerful asset we have nearby, but he doesn't necessarily have the same pull as Amalthea."

With a grimace he passed the bottle to Anyanka, and rubbed his face with both hands. "As his father, I don't want to send him there, but if need be, I will help. The only true upside I could find in that though, is that if we sent him back, he'd most likely be in favor of mending ties between Astoria and Vincentian, now that he knows his aunt and cousin are alive. For the most part."

He put his arm back over her shoulders and sighed. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and it will be done, My Lady."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria

Her tongue pressed to the fronts of her top teeth, pressing her lip out a bit as she thought over what he was saying. He was right, she was an asset, but she was hoping she wouldn't be. "Years would be too long, the Vincentien courts have probably already started the search for a new head to take power. I wouldn't be surprised if we were already too late to put Amalthea back in power." She reminded him, and when he brought up Robyn she grew silent. 

It was a complicated affair, and the way Zane spoke about his son was completely new to her. She'd only recently been let on that he even _had_ a son, and let alone that it was a Victor. She didn't want to send the poor kid to a court of vipers, even if it meant losing political control. But saying that made her realize she _really_ didn't want to lose the opportunity to sink Vincentien into the fucking ocean. 

"I'm not going to send Robyn. If I wouldn't send my own son back to Vincentien I wouldn't send you-" She cut herself off, blinking twice as half a thought started to form. 

"What if we sent Mikhail?"
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane couldn't help but shake his head as she suggested sending Mikhail. "Anya, I love you, you know that. That's a horrible suggestion." He sighed as he shook his head some more. "He's already not liked by the court for who his father is, and sending him back likely wouldn't do much."

"At least, alone." He mumbled, shaking his head. "The only way I would say to send Mikhail, would be to send Robyn and some of the people from my network, so as to protect them both." A quick breath, and Zane shook his head before he turned Anyanka to face him, both arms resting on her shoulders. "If you're willing to send Mikhail, and trust my men, I will gladly send Robyn."