Countess Deiana - The MotherLand

Countess Deiana sits across the table from Marchioness Krenna, sipping her tea as she considers the older woman who sits higher than her in the Queen's graces. "I appreciate you coming out all this way to meet with me my dear Krenna, but I still fail to see why this visit warranted an in-person meeting rather than a simple letter?" Deiana was direct, and without formality as she address her superior. Marchioness Krenna took no notice and simply gave a smile, one that did not touch her eyes as she spoke. "Countess, I am sure you of all people can appreciate that certain actions require more overt gestures. Not to beat around the bush, but the Queen herself has asked me to come to you. There is conflict brewing in the southern border, conflict that could erupt at any moment. As such, I have been asked to relocate my grand-nephew, the Queen's nephew as well, to your estate for the foreseeable future for his own protection. He is a bright lad, and will take to your instruction quite well. He shall arrive with his guard and retinue upon the morrow. Countess Deiana smiled warmly behind the mug of tea she raised to her lips, the wheels in her head already turning.