Enrieta looks over Charlotte once more before finally turning around leading her down the hall. Enrieta, notused to the yacht that not hers nor the King of Cinyras’ made a few wrong turns left and right, but after a few minutes was able to work her way onto the stern deck of the ship it was here that a sleek Martin-Pêcheur, purchased from Gênes, Enríkos’ second favorite type of helicopter after the Ascalon that had been given to him by the Queen Dowager of Kegara, hovering over the yacht, so low that it made the waves of the sea fan out in a white rippling circle.
As Enrieta and Charlotte stepped out onto the deck, Enrieta looked up, her hair blow from the zipping blades, her hands clasped almost as if in pray, a large smile on her face. A rope ladder dropped from the helicopter, swing slightly over the deck, it’s weighted bottom keeping it mostly in place as a young man clad in magenta and black made is way nervously down, a bright red tablet in his hand. As he reached the deck, he jumped down on to its would, revealing it to be none other than Count Iakovos Makas of Magnesia, looking slightly worse for wear with his eyes wide and rings under them, his feathery hair not even done properly as his sandales feet touched down. Dressed in form fitting pink and black trousers with a riot of magenta silk around his waist and pink with black lining jacket that covered only his arms and shoulders, living his front torso entirely expose and with his signature iron jewelry in thin chains looping out from a choker necklace at and around his shoulders.
“Magnesia.” Enrieta said with a smile. “You made it.”
The Count smiled at Mademoiselle de la Vasseurs. She was his favorite mistress of the King. She at least knew his name. “I rushed here as soon as I got your message. I have your-“
“Ooh.” Enrieta snatched the tablet out of Magnesia‘s hand and tapped away furiously at it for a second and then handed it back to the count. “Make sure that all them are here in under an hour.”
The Count stared at the screen for a second as confusion, realization, rage and then finally dumbfoundment. “You... you called he here to organize a party.”
Enrieta shrugged. “More like to organize a little spice to add to an ongoing party.”
“You said it was a National emergency. I had to find a supersonic her to get here! Fleets were scrabbled—“
“Ooh, perfect, tell them to pick up the Georgiades on their way.” Enrieta said nonchalantly.
“You said the King was in danger!” The Count, still with mixed emotions.
“His evening is in danger!” Enrieta protested.
The Count of Magnesia grumbled to himself, something about being too old to deal with some bull, or the other. Never mind the fact that he wasn’t even in his late twenties. He tapped away on the tablet, and the helicopter raised its rope and flew off.
Enrieta gave a slight frown “Don’t forget to call the house in Paphon. They are the closest—”
“I got it, I got it.” The Count grumbled.
“Do you have everything?” Enrieta pried.
“I got it. Less than an hour, spectacular, yeah yeah.” The Count of Magnesia huffed. “I’m not s magician you know, but I will go what can be done. The barge is already en route.”
Enrieta squealed in delight. “Perfect!” Enrieta looked over at Charlotte with a smile, her terror of her gone for the moment. “Yacht party of the Century has a nice ring to it right?”
