#vitoria 1

[ilserafino]

@vitcrias

Francesco was in a daze. His expression was soured by a seriousness that rarely fell upon him, but what else did the tragic situation call for? He had just learned of the specifics of the tragedy, the casualties ensued, and of the many more injured. There were already many who came to aid the injured (what little Francesco knew of healing; he would be more burden than help in that field), it seemed wrong to remain rested in the Castelgrande while others suffered and there was much to be done, even if he had little idea what it was that could be done by him. A figure approached from the distance, and for one moment the bright smile returned, before falling as he remembered one of the casualties named. “Infanta Vitoria,” he greeted, clasping her hand between his in an attempt to bring comfort through touch. “I wish you my sincerest condolences. How are you — how are your siblings? Antonio, is he safe?”

[empressyang]

@vitcrias

“The Infanta Vitória of Portugal,” the eunuch whispered in her ear, ever fastidious in his research. “Portugal?” Yang regarded the woman with interest, and after a few moments of thought, instructed her subject to call upon her. Portugal was not an ally, but their trading colony lay within their lands. Not for long, of course, not if Yang had her way. 

“Vitória, is it?” Yang said in almost perfect Portuguese. (They lived upon their lands and spoke their language, of course, it behooved Yang to learn the same.) “I extend my sincerest condolences for the death of your — “ She paused here, and the eunuch whispered in her ear. “ — cousin. Please forward my greetings to your father — I have yet to meet with him. It is my understanding that the rest of your family is relatively unharmed?” A fact which did not move Yang either way; their deaths were inconsequential to their hold over Macau.