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Wielbelkia wrote:

Naturally, when the time came for the meeting; it wasn't the princess who stepped in first but a pair of imperial agents who swept the room as a precaution. After they were satisfied, one of them opened the door again and the princess herself stepped in; though the agents made no move to leave the room.

"Apologies for the inspection, and the escort. It's more to assuage my subordinates' fears than for my own sake." she said as she took a seat.

Gertrude simply nodded, "Let's... cut the formalities. My level of patience for bourgeois pleasantries is lacking. You'll forgive my irtibility, it's just that I went into a foreign nation to ask for aid and protection from a hostile, revanchist, genocidal power bent on world domination to the south of us, my mentor and teacher that I had known all my life committed suicide after being threatened at gun point by wielbelkian secret police, and have been trapped in this room bawling my eyes out for hours on end." As if it wasn't clear enough her mood was sour, she crossed her arms, "what is it you want exactly? Weapons? Knowledge? Political power? Or perhaps you seek to kill your old man and seize the throne finally? Maybe take out your brother in the process and pin it on me in some elaborate plan in which I will be the scapegoat. We both know I haven't much leverage here so why the pleasantries and formalities?"