“What brings your interest to this conflict, if I may ask?” Rowena inquired. The Duchess ‘ eyes flashed anger as she retorted, “We Romoli can choose whatever affairs pique our interest. We didn’t become the biggest banking house in the world through isolationism.
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We dislike the trade policies of the current ruling house of Plouffe, and would like to see such a prosperous, if small, kingdom, governed by one whose ambitions are more…in line with our own. Plus, their pig-whore of a queen refused to pay the massive debt her father owed us on his death, then, to add insult to injury, refused to wed her imbecile of a son to my older sister. In fact, the letter she sent was quite insulting. This dungheap of a kingdom will burn and she will suffer.” The next breath caught Vittoria as if she was unaware of her ranting. She breathed in deeply, then added, more calmly, “Not that this is any of your business.”
“Ah, a noble cause, I see,” Rowena responded. Maeve raised an eyebrow, unable to determine how much the knight intended irony.
“We thank you for the generous support, your grace, and look forward to collecting your generous reward,” Maeve said with a bow, before excusing herself from the war-council. Vittoria smiled; she had always appreciated how unabashedly mercenaries spoke her language—the language of wealth.
