Following the fallout of the Storm Queen's declaration, I preceded the anticipated tidal wave that was about to clash down upon us, and subtly turned my gaze to that of the stunned Elisabetta and her father, briefly nodding to them; silently signalling to her the fulfilment of my end of our agreement, as this maelstrom of gossip would devour any other disturbances for a while in the international community, allowing her little brother to return with little care into the fold of the Banquette.
Especially as I had also instructed Isaac to halt all operations that aimed to further maintain those rumours in the international community's zeitgeist.
I then quickly returned my attention to the arrived torrent of surprised, probing gazes and the typhoon of half-hearted laudations, as their thoughts were more occupied in churning poison and toiling away in the deepest recesses of their vulpine minds, engineering finer schemes and ploys to better exploit the unexpected change of events.
