The Princess' Chambers

[The Smith]

Emelia lounges alone in her divan. Her silken clothing lightly colored, and her long and loose behind her head.

[The Smith]

"Enter my dear." Emelia calls out sweetly.

[brigida]

"Emelia." She greeted her cousin formally, as she entered the chambers, casting a glance around the Chambers she had never before seen.

[The Smith]

Emelia motioned toward a chair placed closely to her divan. "Sit, we must talk. Have you heard the ridicolous news?"

[brigida]

"No." She answered truthfully, with a curious arc of one eyebrow as she eased herself into the chair Emelia had indicated--"What news?"

[The Smith]

"I." Emelia paused to snicker, "Am engaged to Andry Baratheon."

[brigida]

Tristeza managed only an empty stare, followed by an awkward moment which involved a lot of blinking, and an ubrupt cough. "Andry..." she said mildly. "Baratheon?" Confusion was an understatement; massive incomprehension, possibly accompanied by some kind of non-fatal minor stroke was slightly more on target. "May I ask why, Cousin? He is..." she searched for a delicate phrasing. "A He."

[The Smith]

Leaning forward she took Tristeza's hand in hers and squeezed it in delight, "Oh I am quite aware. But he will not be the first man I have brought to my bed." She cocks her head just a bit, "I did have a daughter after all. But it is purely politcal. We will be co-regents. I can finally run the Kingdoms properly."

[brigida]

"Co-Regents." she repeated in a state of partial awareness; co anything was not something that generally matched Emelia's political aspirations. "Are you planning to kill him on the honeymoon?" she asked belatedly, as that seemed the only viable option to her.

[The Smith]

"No, Andrey Baratheon is sheep in wolves clothes. Right now the Braavosi lead him about by a leash, and soon I will be his master." Emelia quirked a knowing smile, "Dead sheep are so much less useful."

[brigida]

"A shepard once told me that sheep are often easy to control yet difficult to predict--they will bite if one lets them." Tristeza mused composedly--Emelia was not easy to understand; she had never been so...it was part of her success, and who was she but a cousin to question her cousin's politics.

[The Smith]

"Well, shepard's know best. If that becomes necessary I will be in a perfect position." Her eyebrows rise in a delieghted manner. "Do you wonder why I canceled your expediiton?"

[brigida]

"Why?" she inquired simply. Though she would not show it, she had been concerned about the cancelletion ever since she had found Emelia lounging meditatively in her personal chambers while there was apparently trouble that had been crucial enough to cancel a prearranged campaign. Conversations with Emelia were excercises in tactical maneuvering--She displayed no emotion, and gave no more than the simplest of answers to any given question.

[The Smith]

Emelia laughed and said, "No... it will be more fun if you guess. Play with me my sweet cousin." The smile she flashes could be warm, or hot it is hard to tell on her features.

[brigida]

"I have never been a master of guessing games." she admitted frankly. "We will sleep far sooner if you tell me openly."