[Drowning in paperwork]

Ah…Petra.

I am not sure, but— [Right. No choice. But just as he decides that, the sound of delicate footsteps approach, a raven haired teen in a dark coloured gown striding towards them, green eyes alight.] ‘It’s a spirit who has list its identity, and now feeds on negative emotions. Brother, kindly step +

[Okay yeah screw behaving he’s about to pull off a glove to cast a very risky spell.] Will you stop harassing the living? This is no place for you anymore.

Ferdinand, I need you to try and remain calm [Now. How the fuck is he going to get this thing to give up without using dark magic, which he’s been trying not to use due to the whole…shortening his lifespan thing.]

[A few more feet, and—oh. Hubert can actually see this one…-and he’s not sure he likes the fact he can. It’s straight out of a nightmare.] (Let him go,) [he commands in the tongue of the dead, a strange and unnatural language. This thing doesn’t listen. Definitely not a standard ghost.]

[Hubert? Running? For once, yes, he is sprinting (towards the screaming.)]

You don’t have to enter a room to set fire to it.

No, actually, I think I will test you. Go ahead. Set my room on fire, should you dare.

[Silence. Does Sylvain not realise how many wards are on his chambers? The magic will prevent the fire and set Sylvain on fire in return.]

No lasting damage or physical harm was done, stop being dramatic.

Ferdinand knows to put presents for me in my room, since I gave him a key and changed the wards to let him in.

It was not a hit, it was a small favor to scare you into behaving.

Excuse you, I absolutely asked them go clean up so the maids didn’t have to, I have some decency and respect the working class.

I’ve set a curse on Sylvain.

I’ve given your wife the anticurse.

Are you enjoying?

I hope he enjoys his bottles of lubricant flying around and crashing into the wall.

You cannot shame me when I feel no shame to be felt.

Nice try, but the only boots I taste are Lady Edelgard’s.

[WARPING CASPAR AWAY] YOU HAVE TO GET BACK HERE FIRST ENJOY DAGDA.

I AM NOT TOO BUSY FOR THIS, STOP LYING.

Is Ferdinand here? No? Good— [MAD-DASH TO HIS OFFICE. Work cannot wait. Even if—HUBERT DID YOU GET LIGHTLY STABBED AGAIN THERE’S BLOOD ON YOUR SHIRT.]

[A raven flies over head and there he is! In the shadows!]

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I GO TO VISIT THE CAPITAL OF FAERGHUS ON BUSINESS FOR TWO DAYS AND YOU GUYS MANAGE TO LOSE LADY EDELGARD?????????!?!!?!!!!

No official delegation appears with him, but his presence requesting a private audience with @kingblaiddyd.bsky.social is official enough, even without the Imperial seal given to him. He has important information to pass on, after all.

…-Ferdinand. Call the other healers, I think Linhardt might have a heart attack during these matches.

Am I not the one who must justify their actions to themselves?

It absolutely is.

Why not?

Sylvain

Two tests. I matched perfect marks on two tests only, because every other test was on a curve to the point only one person could achieve true perfect marks.

But that is vague.

Would you rather I describe the stare they found him in to emphasise how deceased he is?

As a coffin nail, yes.

@herimperialmajesty.bsky.social [Hands her a file of Count Varley to clarify his statement.]

We are but wet skeletons in meat suits. It’s time to let them hatch.

> @noblesonofaegir.bsky.social < “You’re hovering. I told you, I’m quite recovered.”

As you wish, though I have strove ever to speak freely when it is just us, even if I put up a united front to the others.

And you are my rock and my foundation upon which I have built—as long as what you do is what you believe best, I know you, and I could never point my ire at you.