On one hand, the idea of the tundra in hindsight might have been predictably not be Zieda's cup of tea. Though it would still be good for her to know there may be places to go to escape from the hustle and bustle if she looked in all the right places.
On the other hand, Zieda’s gaydar was definitely non-existent, or maybe underdeveloped.
Though there was some comfort that it looked like she had similar feelings, the blushing, the stares, she probably wasn’t actively aware of them just yet.
“I get ya, I get ya. Nothing could beat the hustle and bustle of a city, the idea that there’s so much going on, so much to see, so much to do. Brendan’s one of those types of cities, as is New London.
Still, if you wanted to look for a place to relax for a while, to escape the pressures of royal life, a visit to nature’s a rejuvenating experience, it doesn’t even need to be the tundra, it could be those forests you admired earlier.”
She smiled at Zieda’s wonder at the Aurora Borealis. “I’d like to think so. Things like that make people think that there’s something bigger out there, someone who plans meticulously the wonders of nature.” She nodded to her phone, “I can show you if you like, or we can go and watch it in person at a later time.”
“There’s a common saying that was supposedly told to John Adams when he was ambassador to Britain for America: ‘Cui bono’, ‘to whose benefit?’
I understand compared to other suitors, Mediama cannot offer much, and what we can offer could be acquired by Liegalla through long-term participation in international trade, or could be hashed out with our Foreign Ministry. And given our form of monarchy, your granddaughter’s place is on the Mediaman throne is just as assured as any other running for the position if it ever comes to that situation.”
She sighed as she looked to the two princesses, “Aside from closer ties to Mediama, the offer of dual citizenship, and the chance to run for monarch, the most Catherine can offer is companionship, as well as knowledge of the wider political scene to give her advice on such matters, as you had clearly saw.”
She turned to face the Liegallan Queen Mother again, eye to eye. “We both have different views on marriage and what it entails if it ever comes to that, but if there’s anything specific that you think wish for Liegalla, and Zieda to gain, and which Catherine and Mediama could provide, I’m open to discuss them.”
The Mediaman Royal Postal Service had quite the field day with the recieving of official diplomatic correspondence from Imperia. After a few wary looks, various X-Rays, and all sorts of analysis from the bomb squad, and sniffer dogs to ensure that white powder, the good or bad kind, or anything radioactive, wasn't enclosed in said envelope, the letter was then forwarded marked 'urgent' ahead of the entourage's destination: to the Mediaman Coast Guard Base in Brendan.
Thuough if one knew the nature of military mail, one would certainly wonder whether or not such a missive would arrive in time, or at all.
