Alain strolled down the winding New Haven lane that he and the Rhovniks now shared, dressed well enough for Mass but comfortably enough for a day out around the neighborhood. He held a single Christmas present under his arm, the size of a dress box with plain white wrapping paper and a simple red ribbon wrapped around and tied off in a bow. He swung his arms a little as he walked, and took in as many of the details as he could of the neighborhood he would now call home.
He couldn't see the sense in one half of this errand -- Sophie had left a collection of original correspondence from Catherine de Medici at the Rhovnik house. Catherine had been someone very much like himself, he thought: steeped in intrigue and political affairs, but wholly ruled by the present no matter the depth of her past. She shaped her legacy with her own hands and set it all into motion before her own eyes... and left nothing for the men and women of the 21st century.
Still, though, Sophie held a strong interest in the woman's affairs, and it gave him a chance to deliver his 'gift' to the Rhovnik house. The cold weather rarely bothered him, nor trudging through the snow, and so he was happy enough to go out on this errand alone. He stepped through the gate and approached the house, slowing uncertainly as he saw Chase's sister Kat waiting at the door for him, and the expression she wore. "Good morning," he said with a small smile, but his eyes were too busy to join the rest of his face in the gesture.
The figure that approached was not the one that she Kat hoped to find. Where the hell was Chase? And why was she having to ask that question more and more these days. It had to be a girl. Probably a pretty brunette. Hopefully, this one didn't come from a good family. It always created such a mess when Chase swooped into town to charm some naive young woman into falling for him only to exit with barely a word, leaving his family to deal with the fallout created by yet another broken-hearted wealthy young woman from an influential family.
She crossed her arms over her chest for warmth, having stepped out onto the front step without a coat before the butler could reach the door. Anxiety and doubt were written across her features as she attempted to decide whether or not Alain would make a good confidant in this matter. In the end, the doubt vanished and all that remained was concern. He would have to do and perhaps he would be able to solve the matter. After all, Sophie trusted him.
"Alain," she greeted him with a tight smile, taking a step out of the doorway so that he could enter. To Kat's dismay, the butler had remained in the entryway to offer a polite nod and hold his hand out for Alain's coat. Kat would have prefered to be more clear about her concern but voicing her doubt in front of the staff in her grandmother's ability to handle the situation on her own seemed almost treasonous. "I'm glad you're here. You'll never guess who arrived just fifteen minutes before you."
Alain surrendered his coat to the butler, and kept the conversation outwardly relaxed for appearances' sake: the single best way to gain sensitive information about a wealthy family was through the house staff, after all. "I couldn't begin to guess," he said with an effected smile and stepped in, keeping the present tucked under his arm. He followed her lead, hopefully away from sensitive eyes and ears.
Kat closed the door behind them, tilting her head towards the front sitting room to indicate for him to follow as she stepped in that direction. The box of Catherine de Medici's letters that Alain had been sent for was sitting on top of a writing table near the full windows that faced the wall and then the street beyond. Clearly, this is where Kat had been sitting and waiting for help to arrive. She picked up the box as she took a lean against the table but seemed unwilling to hand it over just yet. If she had the box, he couldn't leave just yet. "Two Ad Lucem Directors. Fawsett and Valastro," she finally replied. Her tone was softer even though the area around them seemed utterly vacant and the house silent.
"They insisted on seeing Grandmother alone. I have no idea where Chase is. And Sophie is... Well, I suppose you know where Sophie is. They wouldn't let me send for her advisors. I don't think they're very pleased... you know.. about Sophie."
"Fawsett and Valastro?" he repeated with a frown. He shifted, trying to get comfortable as the tension ratcheted up, and his knuckles turned white. "And they are... displeased?"
Alain chuckled suddenly, and it was a very unpleasant thing, the kind usually reserved for evil masterminds about to watch their foes suffer and perish. Past the smile on his face, wrath flared in his eyes, and he shifted his present in his lap. "You know, I was going to leave this for Elsie, for Christmas... but I think she should have it now. The Directors -- did they come alone, Kat?" He looked back up at her.
The box was set back down on the table. It seemed she had his attention. "No. They're in the study down the hall. They left a guard outside the door." Uneasily, she shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest, gnawing on her bottom lip for a brief moment. Kat could only imagine Chase's rage in finding out that a stranger was standing at a door of the Rhovnik House to keep the family out.
"...Effectively locking her into her own study. And they say chivalry is dead." The joke was paired with no laughter, no smile, only an icy tone. He stood and bowed his head to Kat: "Lead the way, if you would."
A relieved exhale slipped out from Kat at the news that he would intervene. With a nod to acknowledge her consent, she shoved herself from the lean against the table and led him down the hall.
The change in the air was almost palpable. The sitting room had been full of light pouring in from the front windows but as the traveled back down the narrow hallways of the old house with their creaking floorboards, it turned oppressive. The feeling did not break when she turned right suddenly into a small room before the closed double doors leading to the study. The muffled voice of Fawsett just beyond could be heard but no words could be made out behind those thick doors.
The guard before the doors tensed at the sight of the pair, drawing his lips into a thin frown. "Miss Rhovnik, Baron. The Directors will be a while longer. They have requested privacy with Mrs. Rhovnik."
The Baron decided to push his luck first: "I believe the privacy of the Rhovniks' home would be a matter for the family to decide, not the Directors. Excuse me." He tried stepping right past him.
"And you're not exactly family, are you, Baron?" The man's voice came gruffily. This was no uninformed goon. The implications were clear. Alain was not a part of the Rhovnik family nor would Ad Lucem allow him to become a part. A large mitt reached out and grabbed the Baron's shirt to stop him, and the large man took a step to the side to block his path through the doors.
Alain's expression hardened at the insult... and then he looked down at the guard's hand on his chest, and back up to look him in the eye.
The startled yell and heavy thud that followed were the result of a very large man hurled bodily down the hallway into a wall. The Baron pressed the door open and bowed his head to Elsie Rhovnik, initially ignoring Directors Valastro and Fawsett. "Good morning, Elsie. I meant to meet you on time this morning, but I had some trouble getting in."
Valastro and Fawsett were on their feet with almost matching looks of alarm at the noise outside. When Alain appeared in the doorway, the alarm didn't decrease too terribly much but they slowly eased back onto their respective chairs. Elsie had turned towards the door but had never rose from her couch. The ruckus outside had not been too entirely unexpected but that it was Alain who had caused it instead of Chase did raise a brow.
Kat reached forward to close the double doors behind Alain with a wide, amused grin and a rebellious singsong tone. "I'll make sure that your friend here didn't bump his head too hard, Director Valastro."
"Baron," Elsie tipped her head politely to him from her position before the hearth. "Do come in and have a seat if you would. The Directors here were just telling me about their plans for your future. I'm sure such plans would be of interest to you. It seems my grandchildren are getting in the way of these plans and I'm being asked to have them removed from RhyDin. In fact, Director Fawsett was just reminding me that Sofia never completed her Master's."
"These plans would not have anything to do with my intention to end my relationship with Sofia, or the discussions we had about an alliance with the Laroche family?" He smiled faintly at the two men, carefully searching their faces. "Because, strangely, I can't recall either... so perhaps the two of you would be kind enough to remind me." He waited expectantly, still holding the present in one hand.
Director Valastro looked highly uncomfortable and it was left to Fawsett to jump in an attempt to smooth over the situation. He leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands together as if explaining the situation to a small child. "Baron, you have to realize that the Laroche family can offer much better connections. These connections would put you and your people in a better position going forward. I am certain you understand that it is necessary to put your people first when it comes to such delicate contracts as these. Zoe Laroche is a fine young woman. In fact, she is a dear friend of both Chase and Sofia Rhovnik. Sofia will return to finish her schooling. We've even arranged her some access to Vatican documents she's been wanting to see. You will allow us to introduce you to Miss Laroche and we will forget the Vrashne mess ever occurred."
"Director Fawsett, if I forget the 'Vrashne mess'... then how will I explain it to the families of the soldiers killed by your actions against the houses Rhovnik and DeMuer, the Barony of St. Aldwin and the Gallican Catholic Church?" He smiled coolly at him as he sat, and offered the gift over to Elsie.
"This was supposed to wait until Christmas... but I must insist. I believe you will find the story it tells very interesting..." His eyes slid from her back to the Directors. "You see, I have had a friend of mine with a head for legal matters conducting an investigation of your actions here in RhyDin for the last four weeks. He presented the findings to me last night. Beyond our own analysis of the conflict you attempted to engineer between the Houses Rhovnik and DeMuer, and that handful of carefully placed lies... I have direct evidence of your dealings with Paul Curthose, formerly a member of the Baronial Council and an Archpriest in the Gallican Catholic Church. Whether or not your organization played a role in the sinking of the Spring Hare, we may never know... but when you found evidence that Sofia Rhovnik had survived, you directed him to betray sensitive intelligence to the Prince of Dalibad and lead my own government against me. With the stated aim of killing Sofia Rhovnik and those close to her, among them a Knight of St. Aldwin and the bastard son of the Prince of Akor. Recently killed at the Battle of Ja'ir."
Alain clasped his hands together, leaned forward and stared between the two men. "The Prince is very curious what kind of betrayal occurred to see this young man killed... and I am sure Elsie has questions about Sofia Rhovnik... just as I am concerned by your efforts to kill Seamus Morvan. Whenever you are ready, gentlemen, please." He opened his hand. "Proceed."
The news jolted the elderly woman who now carefully held the box in her lap. It was a shot of life that straightened her posture and sent a spark of fire to her eyes. The disrespect. The threat. The pair of men were not given a chance to speak, she set the box beside her on the sofa and rose to her feet with a swiftness rarely seen in a woman who had seen well over seven decades of life.
"My family has been serving Ad Lucem for nearly a thousand years. Countless Rhovniks have been directors. Countless of our sons and daughters have died for your cause. My brother never came back. My own son never speaks a coherent word. My granddaughter is dead and buried. And now you have the impudence to sit here in the Rhovnik House and tell the Baron of what my family lacks while plotting the death of my heir."
Valastro was quickly to his feet, looking for a way to smooth over the situation but he too was not allowed to speak. Elsie held up a hand, demanding silence as she shook her head in disgust. "No. I will hear nothing more from either of you. I will review these documents and should they prove what the young Baron here says they do I will be presenting them to the other families who have served Ad Lucem proudly throughout the realms. Now, gentlemen, get the hell out of my house."
As if on cue, Chase Rhovnik burst through the double doors just in time to hear his grandmother's final statement. The Rhovnik family's "pit bull" had arrived just in time to show them out. With hardened faces, the men collected their coats under Chase's silent watch. Neither had another word to say nor did they meet the eyes of anyone in the room as they were escorted out by Chase with Kat at his side. The doors pounded closed behind them with a heavy, resounding thud.
He couldn't see the sense in one half of this errand -- Sophie had left a collection of original correspondence from Catherine de Medici at the Rhovnik house. Catherine had been someone very much like himself, he thought: steeped in intrigue and political affairs, but wholly ruled by the present no matter the depth of her past. She shaped her legacy with her own hands and set it all into motion before her own eyes... and left nothing for the men and women of the 21st century.
Still, though, Sophie held a strong interest in the woman's affairs, and it gave him a chance to deliver his 'gift' to the Rhovnik house. The cold weather rarely bothered him, nor trudging through the snow, and so he was happy enough to go out on this errand alone. He stepped through the gate and approached the house, slowing uncertainly as he saw Chase's sister Kat waiting at the door for him, and the expression she wore. "Good morning," he said with a small smile, but his eyes were too busy to join the rest of his face in the gesture.
The figure that approached was not the one that she Kat hoped to find. Where the hell was Chase? And why was she having to ask that question more and more these days. It had to be a girl. Probably a pretty brunette. Hopefully, this one didn't come from a good family. It always created such a mess when Chase swooped into town to charm some naive young woman into falling for him only to exit with barely a word, leaving his family to deal with the fallout created by yet another broken-hearted wealthy young woman from an influential family.
She crossed her arms over her chest for warmth, having stepped out onto the front step without a coat before the butler could reach the door. Anxiety and doubt were written across her features as she attempted to decide whether or not Alain would make a good confidant in this matter. In the end, the doubt vanished and all that remained was concern. He would have to do and perhaps he would be able to solve the matter. After all, Sophie trusted him.
"Alain," she greeted him with a tight smile, taking a step out of the doorway so that he could enter. To Kat's dismay, the butler had remained in the entryway to offer a polite nod and hold his hand out for Alain's coat. Kat would have prefered to be more clear about her concern but voicing her doubt in front of the staff in her grandmother's ability to handle the situation on her own seemed almost treasonous. "I'm glad you're here. You'll never guess who arrived just fifteen minutes before you."
Alain surrendered his coat to the butler, and kept the conversation outwardly relaxed for appearances' sake: the single best way to gain sensitive information about a wealthy family was through the house staff, after all. "I couldn't begin to guess," he said with an effected smile and stepped in, keeping the present tucked under his arm. He followed her lead, hopefully away from sensitive eyes and ears.
Kat closed the door behind them, tilting her head towards the front sitting room to indicate for him to follow as she stepped in that direction. The box of Catherine de Medici's letters that Alain had been sent for was sitting on top of a writing table near the full windows that faced the wall and then the street beyond. Clearly, this is where Kat had been sitting and waiting for help to arrive. She picked up the box as she took a lean against the table but seemed unwilling to hand it over just yet. If she had the box, he couldn't leave just yet. "Two Ad Lucem Directors. Fawsett and Valastro," she finally replied. Her tone was softer even though the area around them seemed utterly vacant and the house silent.
"They insisted on seeing Grandmother alone. I have no idea where Chase is. And Sophie is... Well, I suppose you know where Sophie is. They wouldn't let me send for her advisors. I don't think they're very pleased... you know.. about Sophie."
"Fawsett and Valastro?" he repeated with a frown. He shifted, trying to get comfortable as the tension ratcheted up, and his knuckles turned white. "And they are... displeased?"
Alain chuckled suddenly, and it was a very unpleasant thing, the kind usually reserved for evil masterminds about to watch their foes suffer and perish. Past the smile on his face, wrath flared in his eyes, and he shifted his present in his lap. "You know, I was going to leave this for Elsie, for Christmas... but I think she should have it now. The Directors -- did they come alone, Kat?" He looked back up at her.
The box was set back down on the table. It seemed she had his attention. "No. They're in the study down the hall. They left a guard outside the door." Uneasily, she shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest, gnawing on her bottom lip for a brief moment. Kat could only imagine Chase's rage in finding out that a stranger was standing at a door of the Rhovnik House to keep the family out.
"...Effectively locking her into her own study. And they say chivalry is dead." The joke was paired with no laughter, no smile, only an icy tone. He stood and bowed his head to Kat: "Lead the way, if you would."
A relieved exhale slipped out from Kat at the news that he would intervene. With a nod to acknowledge her consent, she shoved herself from the lean against the table and led him down the hall.
The change in the air was almost palpable. The sitting room had been full of light pouring in from the front windows but as the traveled back down the narrow hallways of the old house with their creaking floorboards, it turned oppressive. The feeling did not break when she turned right suddenly into a small room before the closed double doors leading to the study. The muffled voice of Fawsett just beyond could be heard but no words could be made out behind those thick doors.
The guard before the doors tensed at the sight of the pair, drawing his lips into a thin frown. "Miss Rhovnik, Baron. The Directors will be a while longer. They have requested privacy with Mrs. Rhovnik."
The Baron decided to push his luck first: "I believe the privacy of the Rhovniks' home would be a matter for the family to decide, not the Directors. Excuse me." He tried stepping right past him.
"And you're not exactly family, are you, Baron?" The man's voice came gruffily. This was no uninformed goon. The implications were clear. Alain was not a part of the Rhovnik family nor would Ad Lucem allow him to become a part. A large mitt reached out and grabbed the Baron's shirt to stop him, and the large man took a step to the side to block his path through the doors.
Alain's expression hardened at the insult... and then he looked down at the guard's hand on his chest, and back up to look him in the eye.
The startled yell and heavy thud that followed were the result of a very large man hurled bodily down the hallway into a wall. The Baron pressed the door open and bowed his head to Elsie Rhovnik, initially ignoring Directors Valastro and Fawsett. "Good morning, Elsie. I meant to meet you on time this morning, but I had some trouble getting in."
Valastro and Fawsett were on their feet with almost matching looks of alarm at the noise outside. When Alain appeared in the doorway, the alarm didn't decrease too terribly much but they slowly eased back onto their respective chairs. Elsie had turned towards the door but had never rose from her couch. The ruckus outside had not been too entirely unexpected but that it was Alain who had caused it instead of Chase did raise a brow.
Kat reached forward to close the double doors behind Alain with a wide, amused grin and a rebellious singsong tone. "I'll make sure that your friend here didn't bump his head too hard, Director Valastro."
"Baron," Elsie tipped her head politely to him from her position before the hearth. "Do come in and have a seat if you would. The Directors here were just telling me about their plans for your future. I'm sure such plans would be of interest to you. It seems my grandchildren are getting in the way of these plans and I'm being asked to have them removed from RhyDin. In fact, Director Fawsett was just reminding me that Sofia never completed her Master's."
"These plans would not have anything to do with my intention to end my relationship with Sofia, or the discussions we had about an alliance with the Laroche family?" He smiled faintly at the two men, carefully searching their faces. "Because, strangely, I can't recall either... so perhaps the two of you would be kind enough to remind me." He waited expectantly, still holding the present in one hand.
Director Valastro looked highly uncomfortable and it was left to Fawsett to jump in an attempt to smooth over the situation. He leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands together as if explaining the situation to a small child. "Baron, you have to realize that the Laroche family can offer much better connections. These connections would put you and your people in a better position going forward. I am certain you understand that it is necessary to put your people first when it comes to such delicate contracts as these. Zoe Laroche is a fine young woman. In fact, she is a dear friend of both Chase and Sofia Rhovnik. Sofia will return to finish her schooling. We've even arranged her some access to Vatican documents she's been wanting to see. You will allow us to introduce you to Miss Laroche and we will forget the Vrashne mess ever occurred."
"Director Fawsett, if I forget the 'Vrashne mess'... then how will I explain it to the families of the soldiers killed by your actions against the houses Rhovnik and DeMuer, the Barony of St. Aldwin and the Gallican Catholic Church?" He smiled coolly at him as he sat, and offered the gift over to Elsie.
"This was supposed to wait until Christmas... but I must insist. I believe you will find the story it tells very interesting..." His eyes slid from her back to the Directors. "You see, I have had a friend of mine with a head for legal matters conducting an investigation of your actions here in RhyDin for the last four weeks. He presented the findings to me last night. Beyond our own analysis of the conflict you attempted to engineer between the Houses Rhovnik and DeMuer, and that handful of carefully placed lies... I have direct evidence of your dealings with Paul Curthose, formerly a member of the Baronial Council and an Archpriest in the Gallican Catholic Church. Whether or not your organization played a role in the sinking of the Spring Hare, we may never know... but when you found evidence that Sofia Rhovnik had survived, you directed him to betray sensitive intelligence to the Prince of Dalibad and lead my own government against me. With the stated aim of killing Sofia Rhovnik and those close to her, among them a Knight of St. Aldwin and the bastard son of the Prince of Akor. Recently killed at the Battle of Ja'ir."
Alain clasped his hands together, leaned forward and stared between the two men. "The Prince is very curious what kind of betrayal occurred to see this young man killed... and I am sure Elsie has questions about Sofia Rhovnik... just as I am concerned by your efforts to kill Seamus Morvan. Whenever you are ready, gentlemen, please." He opened his hand. "Proceed."
The news jolted the elderly woman who now carefully held the box in her lap. It was a shot of life that straightened her posture and sent a spark of fire to her eyes. The disrespect. The threat. The pair of men were not given a chance to speak, she set the box beside her on the sofa and rose to her feet with a swiftness rarely seen in a woman who had seen well over seven decades of life.
"My family has been serving Ad Lucem for nearly a thousand years. Countless Rhovniks have been directors. Countless of our sons and daughters have died for your cause. My brother never came back. My own son never speaks a coherent word. My granddaughter is dead and buried. And now you have the impudence to sit here in the Rhovnik House and tell the Baron of what my family lacks while plotting the death of my heir."
Valastro was quickly to his feet, looking for a way to smooth over the situation but he too was not allowed to speak. Elsie held up a hand, demanding silence as she shook her head in disgust. "No. I will hear nothing more from either of you. I will review these documents and should they prove what the young Baron here says they do I will be presenting them to the other families who have served Ad Lucem proudly throughout the realms. Now, gentlemen, get the hell out of my house."
As if on cue, Chase Rhovnik burst through the double doors just in time to hear his grandmother's final statement. The Rhovnik family's "pit bull" had arrived just in time to show them out. With hardened faces, the men collected their coats under Chase's silent watch. Neither had another word to say nor did they meet the eyes of anyone in the room as they were escorted out by Chase with Kat at his side. The doors pounded closed behind them with a heavy, resounding thud.