Virginia
With a quick bob of her head, the decision became easy. There had been one option that she had thus far tried to ignore. If this plan did not work - desperate times did call for desperate measures. 

"I appreciate your support, Your Majesty. I would like to first approach my father one last time in the case that he is able to be reasoned with based on the shared concern of our ally." A quiet tapping sound filled the space between them as momentarily her leg bounced. She wouldn't worry him with their other option quite yet. There was only one guaranteed way to cement the alliance between their kingdoms in a way that even Delsandra could not undo. That was a last resort however. 

"If he still fails to see the risks to our people then, then I will proceed with our current idea. I will report back as frequently as possible in person, but in times that I am away..." Her voice trailed off as she seemingly searched the space of his desk for something. "Do you have a spare note sheet? Or two pershaps?"
Alva
*The imprinting of the ink on parchment paused for a moment. One last chance to coax the king out of his den would be best. There was no reason in making him think he had been circumvented unnecessarily - and if he could wake up to what his firstborn daughter had been doing and how she'd been acting, the process of remedying the problems would be greatly expedited. There was little chance, considering how he'd acted thus far, but...*

"A prudent course of action, Your Highness." *He agreed, the vein of black ink resuming the process of unwinding itself onto the page, dying the surface where it touched.* "It is my hope that he will heed your warnings. It was said to me once that a man who listens to those who have his best interests in mind will go forward and go far."

*As she said, if he failed to see the risks, there was little they could do to avoid the inevitable conclusion. They would have to take matters into their own hands. Her question for a note sheet was slightly surprising, but he shrugged his shoulders and opened the drawers of his writing-desk, pulling a sheaf of blank parchment three pages thick from it and handing it over.*

"May you have all of Grikta's luck, Your Highness."
Virginia
She still had one last matter of business after his dismissal. As he slid the sheets her way she pulled a pin from her hair once more, however this time rather than transforming it into a graphite pencil she closed her eyes and exhaled with a clear image in her mind. The item transformed into a rudimentary stamp with clearly carved runes. 

"If I may," She half asked as her arm reached to press the image into the King's ink tray. Pulling back she separated two sheets of the pile, heavily pressing the marking into each. After a moment the ink faded as if seeping deeper. 

"There. I've only attempted this once or twice but whatever you write should appear on my sheet and vice versa. The writing should only be visible to the owner of the parchment but should there be any issues please do let me know. This should allow us to more speedily arrange meetings should it be necessary."

Allowing only a moment for his response so raised herself from the chair. "I thank you once more for the audience, Your Majesty." She allowed a moment longer to be dismissed or showed out.
Alva
*With interest, he eyed the transformation of the pin. Though he was not quite sure she'd end up with much holding her hair up after she had pulled them all out, he had to admit the feat was impressive. To change one material into another was largely an accepted fact of transmutation magic, of course, but when it was not a metal, the change seemed infinitely more magical to him. This was to say nothing of the runes, which made their impact not only on the physical paper, but magically bonded the two.

The mark disappeared as the magic took hold, and with an appreciative glance at the stamp, he took a moment to draw a single letter A on his sheet, carefully ensuring it appeared on the second. When the spell worked, he leaned backwards in the oaken chair, a full nod of the head given in the wake of a work of art.*

"Well done, Your Highness." *He murmured.* "I should think it holds up even against a lexicon for ease of communication - especially so when communicating in secret. It is difficult to disguise your identity when using one." *With another cursory glance at it, he swept the parchment under the desk, setting it aside in a smaller drawer where it could be found easily.*

"As I do you for attending, Your Highness. Please convey my regards to His Majesty, if you would, and express to him my wishes to meet with him soon." *As she left the room, the golden wax seemed to beckon to him once again, and he reached out to the melting plate in the silence that followed. One last task to end the day...*