A sylphlike train of gold silk glides across white marble floors as she floats through the gilded grand hall. She’s picturesque, like an aureate rose born of beauty and pure energy. It’s a part of the necessary image she carries; always appearing as stately as possible no matter what the circumstances may be. It’s important that she maintains a certain level of decorum, especially when meeting outsiders. She’s making her way to the parlor room to meet a guest she’s been quite curious about; a representative of the Mercourt. She’s heard things, nothing that she can prove, but she’s heards things. Had Giselle been on friendly terms with the Mer-Queen, she might have organized an official meeting between the two of them, but given how unfamiliar Giselle is with her, she would have to settle for the Noble Chancellor.
The first thing that is to be understood is that Giselle wants no parts of this war. She wants no part in it, and yet somehow she’s found herself uncomfortably nestled between the two warring factions. This one wants what that one has, and that one wants to eliminate this one. It’s all rather pathetic and she’s eager to permanently remove herself from this equation. If it were up to Gabriel, he would have already launched a fleet of her ships to attack Acrine, but thankfully he is not. Humans, wolves, vampires, they are all of little interest to her. They could all tear each other apart on the grounds below if that’s what they want. So long as no more Faerie lives are harmed, Giselle couldn’t care less about the extinction of the other species.
She’s been given word that the Chancellor of the Merfolk has made it safely to her floating isles and is currently awaiting her presence in one of the palace’s many parlor rooms. It is with a double door entrance that Giselle comes fluttering into the room; instantly taking note of the woman’s appearance. Her curtsy is rehearsed to perfection which was likely due to working so closely with the monarchy under the sea. Her voice is lush and plays on the eardrum quite nicely and her beauty is easily noticeable. A slight dip of Giselle’s head is enough for her to acknowledge the woman as she gestures towards the seating area just a few steps beside them. “I am pleased to see that you have arrived safely to my court, Chancellor.” She starts, never breaking eye contact with the woman as she sinks elegantly into the cushioned seat behind her. The Chancellor gets right down to business, something that Giselle can appreciate. “Well, as you must know, there is unrest in parts of Candoris.” Unrest is a pretty way of saying that beasts are baying for the blood of other beasts. “Unfortunately, I was not afforded the opportunity to speak with either your Queen or the Princess about these matters at the Beaumont wedding. I’ve invited you here so that I might see what the Merfolk make of this…war.”
The moment the High Queen stepped into the room, she felt a bit of her breath escape from her lungs. There was something alarmingly beautiful about her, whether it was how she had carried herself or just simply the way she looked. Were all royal fae blessed with that same ethereal beauty, or was it simply because she had been the High Queen that the beauty felt it was amplified by a thousand? Taika did her best to keep her composure cool and collected. There was no sense in her fawning over the beauty of a High Queen that had only made time for her to speak of the war. She supposed that she should have expected something like this to happen. She was a chancellor after all, and while initially it had been the quickest route to get her inside the throne room of the Mer Queen, Taika quickly realized that perhaps she had a true calling for it. While her motives were ill-directed toward Liling, she truly believed she held a high enough position within the mer court to have a strong enough hand for change in the kingdom.
She took a seat following the queen, remembering to keep her shoulder’s rolled back and her chest high even as she is sitting in perhaps the most comfortable chair she’s sat in her life. Taika felt the eyes of the High Queen still burn into her as she sat there. There was something awfully intimidating about her that she made a mental note not to cross the queen given the chance. She was incredibly strong and smart enough to not get herself killed, but she was merely mortal and she had no doubts that the High Queen of all people would crush her if she ever gave her any moment of doubt. “Unrest is hardly the correct word for it all,” she stated blatantly. She paused, folding her lips into her mouth as she thought of the best way to approach this situation. She shouldn’t give away her disinterest with the mer queen to the High Queen, it likely wouldn’t give her an upper hand or really benefit her in any way. “The mer queen has been terribly busy with her own affairs, I am sure she sends her regards and I will let her know that you wish to have some sort of reconciliation with her if you would like me to,” her smile was brief enough to show that she hoped the High Queen didn’t choose to make an alliance with Liling.
“I will be honest with you, Your Majesty. The Merfolk, the ones I work with closely are more concerned about the matters in the sea than they are with the war on land. The only reason why a semblance of an alliance has been made with the humans is because of how maliciously territorial the pirates have been in our waters. They want us dead and we cannot stand for that,” a little bit of her raw emotions blended with her poised ones as she spoke of the terrorists in their waters. “While I wish to not involve myself with the affairs between the humans and the vampires, it seems as if many of us already have. War has taken all of us under its tow and is unforgiving to the complacent.” She let the words hang in the air for a moment before directing the question back to Giselle. “Excuse me if this is out of line, but may I ask how the Fae are fairing with the war?”
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