Post by Cordelia de Clare on Jul 3, 2017 2:50:59 GMT -5
It was always possible that Cordelia was going to be one of those people who went insane and then killed a lot of people, or lose herself so much into her vanity that she started to imagine fantastical things about who she was and what she was doing. The latter was much more likely and after the time she’d had as of late, she was quite sure that it was what had happened. After losing everything she’d ever worked towards because of the Bastard, she had disappeared from the face of Arith, any and all rumours of the Duchess of Drowsing and her whereabouts became hearsay.
If anyone asked her in the future where she had been she wouldn’t be able to answer them without sounding like she’d gone crazy, so she would just smile and shrug. However, before any of that could ever happen she had to return; which was why she stepped off The Council, a large Avalonian ship at the dock in Westby. Her first instinct was to look for the Crimson Rose, her beautiful ship that had been stolen away from her, it was the first thing she intended to get back but right now, she just needed to get back to Drowsing, her seat of power.
Although Logen had managed to take all of her illegal revenue from beneath her, she still had funds from her Duchy. Which was what secured her passage from Westby in Drowsing in style. She made sure that everyone knew exactly who she was, what she was doing and where she was going; she was going to be as loud as possible about her return and the amount of money that she was willing to throw around to do it, was insurmountable.
The next step was to make sure Logen knew exactly what her plans were, so using some of the same funds she greased the palms of everyone on the dock of Westby, “The moment the Crimson Rose or The Bastard docks, I want to know… I don’t care how many horses you kill to get the information to me.” The likelihood of that ever happening was limited, but… it got the message out that she was back and she was unhappy with what had happened.
It would be too easy to try and kill the Bastard that had taken everything from her, no… it was far too simple. He had a game he wanted to play, and she was putting her piece on the board. Now it was all a matter of waiting for the man to make his move before she took his turn from under him.
If anyone asked her in the future where she had been she wouldn’t be able to answer them without sounding like she’d gone crazy, so she would just smile and shrug. However, before any of that could ever happen she had to return; which was why she stepped off The Council, a large Avalonian ship at the dock in Westby. Her first instinct was to look for the Crimson Rose, her beautiful ship that had been stolen away from her, it was the first thing she intended to get back but right now, she just needed to get back to Drowsing, her seat of power.
Although Logen had managed to take all of her illegal revenue from beneath her, she still had funds from her Duchy. Which was what secured her passage from Westby in Drowsing in style. She made sure that everyone knew exactly who she was, what she was doing and where she was going; she was going to be as loud as possible about her return and the amount of money that she was willing to throw around to do it, was insurmountable.
The next step was to make sure Logen knew exactly what her plans were, so using some of the same funds she greased the palms of everyone on the dock of Westby, “The moment the Crimson Rose or The Bastard docks, I want to know… I don’t care how many horses you kill to get the information to me.” The likelihood of that ever happening was limited, but… it got the message out that she was back and she was unhappy with what had happened.
It would be too easy to try and kill the Bastard that had taken everything from her, no… it was far too simple. He had a game he wanted to play, and she was putting her piece on the board. Now it was all a matter of waiting for the man to make his move before she took his turn from under him.
