The stench was simply nauseating, the old man had without a question emptied his bowels after death. She covered her nose with a handkerchief, gesturing for the thrall to approach her. ''And you're absolutely certain this is how you found him? You haven't touched anything?'' The thrall shook his head, visibly afraid, has facial tattoo was still new, this boy had recently been bought. She gestured for two of the guards to take the thrall into custody before returning her gaze to the ambassador. So much for a simple job, get the ambassador and escort him to the palace to sign the treaty. His Majesty wouldn't be pleased about this.
Walking closer to the desk she studied the pose of the corpse. Slumped over the desk, quill in one hand and the other hanging limp down the side, he had been writing something. Vilhelm and Karl slowly lifted the body upright into the chair as she removed the paper he had been writing. Several dried out inkstains covered it but parts were still legible, but in Anglish, she would have to have it translated. Nothing much else seemed out of the ordinary, no food or drink had been in the room and the Baron of Campchath had no wounds or marks on his body. ''Wilhelm, take 8 men and secure the embassy, i'm alerting the court.'' she paused, then added: ''Secure the thralls, noone leaves the embassy-'' He bowed, fastening his mask before leaving the room. She nodded to Karl who gathered their bags before following her out of the room as well, closing the door behind him. She breathed a sigh of relief, she was used to the Ambrosians lacking in perfumes but this stench of death and excrement was too much. She fastened her mask and began making her way down the hallway, thralls cowering as she walked by. None of the Ambrosians in the embassy had been informed as far as she knew, better to make sure that continued, at least for some hours yet. She was thankful the Thane of Fife was not at the Embassy at the momement, he was known for his distrust for Sjealanders and would without a doubt cause trouble. As she approached the door she turned one last time to the men remaining, ''Do everything in your power besides violence to keep the Thane of Fife away from the Ambassadors room.'' She turned, exiting the embassy and descending down to the street where she could finally breathe through her nose again. Outside several other chevaliers had already prepared her a horse and an armed escort.
She swung on the horse, before barking a few orders at her soldiers who did the same, following her lead as they made their way down Kongensgade. She did not show it, but she felt a gloom over herself. Several at court, both noblemen and merchant-princes were pushing the Archking for war, to call up the armies and retake the Ambrosian throne. But the negotiations had gone so well thanks to the Ambrosian ambassador, who knew what the future would now bring. As they passed the other embassies everything seemed business as usual, but she knew they were being watched by the foreigners, they always were. At least five of the embassy guards at the Montecaran embassy were spies for Caxenù, and probably more were without knowing it. Thankfully the Royal Gardens were a lot less crowded, only a few nobles and merchants could be seen walking through the lush areas, barely paying her and her men any mind as they approached the waterfront. Crossing the Bannister Bridge unto the State Archipelago, her corps were saluted by the guards, to whom she nodded. She could finally breathe a sigh of relief, these men she knew, they were her own spies and subtle signal one of them had sent her as he saluted her showed that no known foreign informants were in the area as of now. The road to the palace itself was still bustling with activity however, there was a ball tomorrow so of course His Majesty was spending a fortune decking out the ballrooms in enough splendour to impress to foreign dignitaries that he liked to entertain. He had to spend a fortune, Sjealand was the strongest and the richest nation on the continent, and there was no way he could afford to show anything else to the foreigners, lest they dare threaten Sjealands stranglehold on the Borean trade. By the gates to the Asgård palace most of her man dismounted but she continued into the courtyard, towards the Royal Wing where she would have to report. Their reception at the palace was rushed as they hadnt been expected for another half hour. The Court Chamberlain approached her with a shocked expression. ''You're here early, where is the Ambassador?''. She handed the reins of the horse to a thrall before turning to the Chamberlain. ''He is dead, i need to see His Majesty. Now.''
''Sorry i must have misheard you Knight-Captain. It sounded like you said the Ambassador is dead.''. She lowered her head before responding. ''He is dead Your Majesty, i found him slumped over his desk this morning''. Frederik II sighed heavily before turning to the window, gazing out at the city. ''Five years i spent in the field fighting the Ambrosian rebels. Over thirty years ive spent making it clear to them who is the dominant monarch in Nordania, now i have spent two years negotiationg a lasting peace in Nordania and you're telling me their Ambassador has just up and died on me?'' She handed him the letter the Ambassador had been writing. Frederik looked at her: ''Do you speak Anglish de Villesborg?'' She shook her head. ''Then let me translate what is legible for you. If this letter is to be believed the Ambrosians have been playing us for fools. Along with someone i cant make out they are planning to take our possessions in Vestmannaland and the Tårnøerne along with something i also cant make out.'' She gasped, ''Your Majesty, who might that be?''. He looked at her smiling before pointing to the map on the wall. ''The Swastrians obviously, only barbarians would support other barbarians in such a breaking of truces. Alert the other Guards tonight during the ball, i want postings around the palace and inside it as well. As for the Ambassador, let the Ambrosians take care of his body, i trust you to finish the investigation on your own. Dismissed''. She clicked her heels, curtseyed and left the room, a dozen guards men following her outside as she relayed orders and invitations for the nights ball. Thralls and servants were rushing through the hallways as well, carrying trays, silverware and foodstuffs so she was in a rush to get out again. Outside a few officers had been waiting for her with a new horse and a package, she brought both along to the guard room, where she took out her social mask, dress and jewelry, quickly changing out of her armor and into it. Her men would secure the palace, she was going to have a talk with Ambassador Caxenù in the meantime.