<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0kQTA1Z.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong></td><td>Countess Lieutenant Kathryn Foss</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date</strong></td><td>May 3025</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location    </strong></td><td>Siege Perilous: Karnov Transport</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Edward DuPierre</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Content</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>"If I may be so bold to ask, which world did you hail from within the Federation, my lady?"<br/><br/>Oh god.<br/><br/>This kid was going to be<em>eaten alive</em>.<br/><br/>At least the poor guy was making his mistakes on the transport where no one else could hear. Kathryn dreaded to think what would've happened to him if he'd chosen to speak with someone else, or not at all. The Viscount seemed like a good and noble person; it would be an appalling waste to lose him to the pointless trivialities of courtly etiquette. That was probably why all the Succession Wars had ended in bloody stalemates; anyone who was even half-decent at their actual job got replaced by someone who was worse, but better at politicking. All the Edwards of the galaxy had been chewed up by the meat grinders while the Kathryns stayed home.<br/><br/>Goddamn was she being depressing today.<br/><br/>Kathryn massaged the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Your Excellency. The correct form of address for a Countess is 'your Excellency' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239393.msg11896980#msg11896980), not 'my Lady'."