The swooshing sound of the wave breakers was intimidating. The night was filled with lightning and the thunderous sound of one of the famous storms made a good audience for the meeting. Setting the scene between two nations of power.
The Castle of Twait was the old fortress of House Valois, seldom someone outside the family was invited. Rarely someone outside of the Kingdom.
Another lightning bolt illuminated the face of a young woman, in the starting twenties.
She wore a tailored made dress that looked regal enough but was made in a true castellonian fashion pleasing the eye of any observer as well. The brown hair was open in a typical fashion of the kingdom, waving in a slight motion even now. Her blue eyes sparkled with sorrow as she looked out of the window. It was like she could see something outside in the darkness. As if she could see the future. It was said that some of her ancestors had this talent, the third eye as it was called.
However, she didn't need a third eye to see what was happening right now. Her father had gone mad. More than usual. If not for her intervention a new regional war would be underway by now. Yes, she was proud of what she had achieved, destroying some objects in the process but it was worth it.
They would come for a meeting. They would meet here, for the first time in generations. Since the Destruction of Lyon, since the tragedy that hit the house, Valois.
She turned away from the black sky, casting away the sorrowful thoughts. What mattered now was an agreement with the Trade Federation. Something that would settle down the conflict her father had begun.
Not only her reputation depended on it, then thousands of lives would be saved. Her people, her subjects. True she was only second in line of heritage but still, she cared about them. Besides the last civil war had shown how fragile the line of heritage could be.
She turned when she heard footsteps.
" Your grace, the Delegation of the Federation will arrive shortly."
" Good, very good. Make sure there will be no interruptions. No one reaches this Island without my consent. Is that clear ?"
" Yes your grace. Do you want a guard accompanying you ?"
" That won't be necessary, I'm sure my sisters will be happy to fulfil this duty." For a second she bared her teeth, oh yes they would enjoy this.
" Of course. Your father is notified as well however it seems below his grandeur to welcome our guests."
A long sight. *stupid, stupid, stupid old man.*
"Very well it seems I have a duty to fulfil them." With a graceful turn Princess Victoria Valois, second in line to the throne, Marquese of Twait and right now head of the Castellonian delegation made her way to the small airport that normally served as an airforce base.
It was time to set some things right.