
Mirie Agustria of the Grand Bank,
Duchess of Caelin
Beneath the seas of Athius\\@Estylwen,
@Irradiant,
@The OtterMirie found herself clicking her tongue as Valor disappeared in a golden glow. The ghostly woman proved to be as elusive as ever; it had been twice now that the right-hand woman of the Ravenfell king had escaped in the face of overwhelming force. She immediately broke off the attack, sharing a grimace with Sir Hayworth. Unlike the Queen, it was set in her mind that Ravenfell was unequivocally the enemy of Arrowfell and Caelin. No matter the coming conflict, she would always consider them an enemy first… and here, it served her well in further securing her reliability in the Queen’s eyes even if her discrete political dalliances with Duke Rhinecliff came to light.
She had been aware of the fight above them, but despite the muffled explosion that she had heard, she had full confidence that Admiral Hamilton had weathered the tribulations that the fleet faced, given the sounds of heavy combat faded nearly immediately after Valor had withdrawn. Sparing a glance above, she saw from the shadow of the ships' hulls that the fleet was forming up in pursuit of something. Although it was difficult to see, it appeared that Hamilton was even having boats launched. Whatever fleeing enemy he was after now, she wished him luck. If her sailors captured one of the fleet's attackers, she would have immense additional political capital to play with.
She had been prevented from directly interfering with the leviathan, however, and without Valor’s additional interference, the queen would receive her tamed beast. Minuette, although she was all too privy to the same geopolitical considerations of the battle was still satisfied with just driving Valor away, moving alongside the duchess as she dove deeper below towards the Queen and her party. Mirie’s eyes briefly locked onto the familiar sword that Callum wielded, but did not comment on it.
“Congratulations on your success, your majesty,” she said instead, greeting the Queen.
“It would be an honor to accompany you to Athius.” In a moment of cheekiness, Minuette flashed a V for victory sign with her fingers in greeting— informal as it was, it played to the Queen’s achievement and was understandable when the Countess’s variant of magic that allowed her free movement underwater made it a little more difficult for her to speak than the others.
Nonetheless, Mirie gave her a look that prompted a sheepish smirk from the countess.
Both Mirie and her charge looked at the city before them in wonderment. Although the duchess had been privy to the secret ever since the Queen’s visit, the sheer scale and beauty of the city that was below her waters was awe inspiring. By the time they were greeted by the city’s inhabitants, the duchess’s professional mask had slipped back on.
The unconditional acceptance of the city’s king to union with Arrowfell under the queen was concerning for Mirie, especially given the location of Athius. On the other hand, it disproportionately benefited Caelin if she played along. Its location meant that the Grand Bank would receive the bulk of the newly opened trade with Athius.
She gave a commensurate gesture of greeting when she was called upon.
“Greetings. I am Mirie Agustria, Duchess of Caelin. On the behalf of my subjects, I would seek to open trade with Athius. With the proximity of our peoples to each other, and the vanquishing of previously unsurmountable barriers, I am sure we will find a future in business that would benefit Athius, Caelin, and a greater Arrowfell as a whole.” All that had been offered they would gain through trade, but seeing how Minuette’s eyes had lit up when the merman mentioned Athius-made weapons, she didn’t hesitate to add,
“But of course, it would be remiss of me to neglect the desires of my own companions. Countess Minuette already seems quite taken with the weapons you craft…”