❝ I fathom it to be somewhat paradoxical. ❞ Caroline mused, her ladies busying themselves around the Danish royal apartments, ensuring that all was suited to their Queen’s whims and megrims - alas she would always find something to take issue with. She could take no grievance with the accommodation that had been offered, however, Rome was a beauty unto itself and his holiness had ensured that all Royals would sample its wealth and opulence; a clever guise to emphasise the might of the Papal States without being too direct - the threats would, undoubtedly, be saved for later in the summit. It was all a futile endeavour in Caroline’s opinion, the war was inevitable and such an attempt to soothe old wounds and indulge damaged pride was a waste of resources and time. ❝ The city states of Italy are notoriously warmongering, they have been in a perennial conflict with one another for as long as one can remember. ❞ Pouring two chalices with the spiced wine that had been gifted, Caroline turned and offered one to her guest. ❝ Yet here we all are at the behest of the Pope whom has suddenly developed a moral compass. I do ponder if his holiness would so readily extend the olive branch should the prospect of this war be more beneficial to him.❞
