[RPG] [BT][Rio] Delvin Anaris ~ Strange Bedfellows

[Timothy Collett]

Delvin sinks wearily down in a chair in his tent.  Delivering the  
body of Duke TVFD3 to the Luz de Bian camp had been one of the more  
harrowing experiences of his life...there were a couple of points  
when he feared that a soldier would disregard the flag of parley and  
try to make a name for himself by capturing the (unarmed, unarmoured,  
unresisting) Prime Minister of Riombara...but everyone kept their  
cool, and it was all completed with the requisite cool politeness on  
both sides.

Now, he glances at his desk, and sees one small message off to the  
side of all the others to dig through.  It bears the seal of..."King  
Marc of Irombrozia."  For a moment, anger rises in Delvin...but he's  
just too tired to sustain it.

He opens and reads the note: "Congratulations on the victory.  
Rueffilo is yours... and Irombrozia releases any claims to it."

With a grimace, Delvin puts it down.  They fought by our side...and  
now they are relinquishing their "claim"...whatever that was worth to  
begin with.

No...to them, it is real. He sighs.  I suppose I had best acknowledge  
this somehow...

He takes out a sheet of paper and begins writing, grimacing often as  
he forces his hand to write things very distasteful to himself:

--
King Marc,
I thank you for this gesture.  It will not be forgotten.

This marks also the first time Riombara and Irombrozia march and  
fight side-by-side under our new peace treaty.  I still feel that  
your choice was wrong in declaring Irombro an independent state, but  
I do believe that we can work together in this fight.  Together, we  
can drive Luz de Bia from our lands and teach them what it is to  
trifle with Riombarans--current and former.

Though I still believe that there must, in time, be a reckoning  
between us, as long as there is a greater threat, Riombara will do  
all it can to help you regain the territories lost to you at Luz de  
Bia's hands.

Delvin Anaris
Prime Minister of Riombara
Guardian of the Sun
--

He reads what he has written.  "Diplomacy," he growls.  "The things  
we do..."  Then he goes to find a scribe to deliver the letter  
to...King Marc.

--

"The only thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart."
  ~ Miles Naismith Vorkosigan

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