Post by brigida on Jan 22, 2008 16:18:21 GMT -5
Word had come swiftly from the North of the killing of a faceless man holding the guise of Emelia Martell—the news said that the body was so badly charred that no distinction could be made certainly, but all clues indicated that the killing had been that of an imposter. It was perhaps she and her cousin Zoella alone, on this southern half of the continent, that knew it had been the true Emelia who had died, and the false who had fled—she hoped to work this to an advantage, and maneuver it into a situation where she could take the life of the true imposter. It was certain that this man had had an agenda in Sunspear, and presumably, that agenda had been interrupted by the Ironborn attack—if only she could convince the Man that he would be readily accepted back as the ruler, and welcome him with no external interference; no uncouth little birds twittering to him that his secret had been revealed, that this may prove a possibility. It was with this plan in mind that she issued her first proclamation as the interim ruler of Dorne:
To the People of Dorne:
It has come to the attention of your Government, that a Faceless Man was discovered in the Vale, impersonating your true and beloved leader, Princess Emelia Martell; though the imposter was killed, and rightfully so, the true Emelia has removed herself from the public eye, presumably, to protect herself from the unpredictable dangers which circulate in times as troubled as these—I, Lady Tristeza Martell, daughter of Calcibur, and nearest to the rightful royal line in blood, am honored to take upon those duties which are innate to the ruler of our Great Kingdom, and will gladly return those privileges to the rightful ruler, upon her return from absence.
Yours fondly,
Lady T. Martell
To the People of Dorne:
It has come to the attention of your Government, that a Faceless Man was discovered in the Vale, impersonating your true and beloved leader, Princess Emelia Martell; though the imposter was killed, and rightfully so, the true Emelia has removed herself from the public eye, presumably, to protect herself from the unpredictable dangers which circulate in times as troubled as these—I, Lady Tristeza Martell, daughter of Calcibur, and nearest to the rightful royal line in blood, am honored to take upon those duties which are innate to the ruler of our Great Kingdom, and will gladly return those privileges to the rightful ruler, upon her return from absence.
Yours fondly,
Lady T. Martell