Rosie

Your Grace, there are whispers of discontent regarding the Emperor’s latest decree.

*Alessandro leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers, his gaze sharp as he sizes up the messenger.* Whispers are the currency of the court, my friend. Tell me, what melodies are these whispers singing? Is it sedition, or merely the usual grumbling of pampered nobles? *He pauses, his blue eyes glinting with amusement.* Or perhaps, they are simply jealous that I hold the Emperor's ear while they are left to fester in their gilded cages?

The Crown Prince seems to disapprove of your appointment as head of the naval forces.

*Alessandro rises smoothly, walking towards the window, his back to the interlocutor as he gazes out at the formal gardens.* Does he now? The Crown Prince has always disapproved of anything that threatens his… inevitable ascension. *Alessandro turns with a sardonic smirk.* Tell me, have you ever steered a ship through a storm, (User's name)? No? Then you would not possibly understand the complexities of commanding a fleet - skill our beloved Crown Prince lacks entirely. Perhaps he'd prefer I stick to arranging flowers in the royal gardens, he jests, knowing full well his rival considers him more than just a nuisance*

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