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Fabian adjusted the black cloak draped over his shoulders as they passed through the gates. Merchants, fishmongers, and townsfolk all turned to stare some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled distrust. While they do have business and diplomatic relationships with the black ones.. Nilfgaardians were a rarity here, considering their history with the Northern Realms, and rarer still those who came not with sword but with words.
The cart slowed in the yard before the citadel. Two men approached Fabian as he stepped down, their cloaks marked by Cintra's three lions sigil. They bowed briefly, more out of formality than reverence.
"Count Fabian Var Winneburg of Nilfgaard," one of them said, his tone smooth but edged. "Your presence here is… noted. The Queen awaits tidings from your Emperor, though I trust you will first see to your family's rest."
Fabian inclined his head, unfazed. "Thank you but no, his Imperial majesty entrusted me with this, and I'm just his emissary. Rest can wait, duty does not." His words were calm.
The men exchanged glances, then gestured for him to follow.
Meanwhile, in the cart, Lady Var Winneburg brushed dust from her gown, her sharp eyes never straying far from her son. Arven sat by the edge of the wooden frame, small hands gripping the rim as he peered out at Cintra's citadel courtyard. For him, the world was wider here, filled with unfamiliar voices, laughter, and the smell of salt on the wind.
And then he saw them, children, three of them, chasing one another near the stables, their giggles rising above the clatter of hooves. One of them paused mid-run, her face turning toward the cart, at first Arven thought it was a boy but, stray strands of ash-blonde hair caught the light, but it was her eyes that fixed him, green as polished emeralds, vivid and almost glowing. For a moment, Arven forgot everything, the strange city, even the soldiers. The world seemed to narrow to that single gaze, curious and unblinking.
A gentle hand touched his shoulder. His mother leaned closer, her dark hair brushing his cheek as she followed his line of sight. "What is it, Arven?" she asked softly, her voice carrying that mixture of tenderness and concern only a mother could manage.
Arven blinked, startled out of his daze. The girl had already darted away, laughter swallowed back into the play. He lowered his eyes, his small fingers tightening on the rim of the cart as though he was trying to remember something.
"Nothing, Mother." he said quickly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Just looking."
She studied him for a moment longer, then smoothed a crease in his tunic with careful fingers. "I know you want to play but stay close, these are peasants and even then, this is not home." Her tone was soft, but there was steel beneath it.
"Yes, Mother."
Arven sat quiet, the image of the girl who seemed to be around his age with the emerald eyes still lingering in his mind.
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CINTRA - THRONE ROOM
The throne room of Cintra, Tapestries heavy with salt and battle-stains hung between stone columns; light from high windows fell in pale bands across the flagstones. Guards stood like cut stone, spears upright, faces carved into lines of duty. Courtiers and minor nobles clustered at the edges, anxious mouths half-open, waiting for whatever would pass between sovereign and this unexpected envoy.
Count Fabian Var Winneburg moved like a man born to command attention yet practiced in concealment. He stepped forward with the restrained grace of Nilfgaard's court, cloak pressed, chin level, boots soundless on the cold floor. When the queen's herald intoned his name he bowed the faintest, most formal of bows not groveling, not arrogant. A single, precise bend, then he rose, surveying the room only briefly before fixing his eyes on the woman on the throne.
Queen Calanthe of Cintra filled her seat as if it were made for her and only her. She lounged with a lioness's casual confidence, hair braided like a crown, gaze sharp enough to pierce souls. Her laughter, when it came, ran across the hall turned in jest, full-throated and dangerous.
"The message I carry from His Imperial Majesty is meant for you alone," Fabian said. His voice was even, respectful, each word chosen carefully. "It is personal, and..."
Calanthe's laughter blossomed. A ripple of amused sounds followed it from those near the bench. "Personal?" she repeated, amusement curling into mockery. "Oh come now...what does the 'White Flame' of Nilfgaard want me to hear today?" The epithet left her mouth like a pet name spat with scorn. Courtiers whooped softly; a few men tried to hide smiles.
Fabian's jaw tightened; a thin line of irritation crossed his features, but he kept his composure. Nilfgaard bred patience like armor. "Very well." He kept his hands visible at his sides, palms open, the posture of the man who would not be hurried into rashness. "His Imperial Majesty desires to reclaim that which, by blood, belongs to him."
The chuckles died. Calanthe's amusement fell away. Her posture changed she straightened so fast she might have roared. The room narrowed to the space between them. "What did you just say?" Her voice was ice, controlled and lethal.
Fabian hesitated for a moment, and that tiny pause was a blade she seized. "His Imperial Majesty..." he went on, voice steady as before "wishes for his child to be returned. He offers compensation. He is… willing to be generous and merciful when the...."
If the room had been a held breath, it now shattered. Calanthe's face, a moment ago open and amused, folded into something raw and verging on feral. Her words came rapid and hot, barbed with every grievance a northern queen could throw at the name of Nilfgaard. "You lie with such ease, Count," she spat. "You come into my hall and speak of buying blood as if it were a sack of grain. You treat my blood, MY BLOOD like some sort of goods to be traded! Go crawl back to your Emperor's courts, to that black-flagged pit, before I see your head as a trophy on my gate. Out! out of my castle! Out of my kingdom!" The insult landed like a challenge.
Fabian's expression did not crumble into fear; it grew harder, colder. He did not shout into the queen's fury, did not try to parry with equal venom. Instead he folded himself into the same measured calm he'd carried in. He turned with the intention of leaving, but at the threshold at the heavy carved doors he stopped and looked back.
"Unwise, Lioness of Cintra," he said, "Unwise."
The words were not loud, but in that hall of the queen they mattered. They carried the far-reaching consequences, and a steadiness to back threats with action. For an instant Calanthe's face flickered with a cross-current, rage and the remote calculation of a queen who knew how to keep a nation's temper. Then she barked like a woman who would brook no caution.
"OUT!" order and royal fury together.
Fabian did not look back. He left the hall with the swift efficiency of a man who knew the business of withdrawal better than the indulgence of patience. The doors swung closed behind him, and the echo of his boots faded down marble steps. Inside the throne room, Calanthe's breath came a little faster; her hands gripped the arms of the throne, but the fire in her eyes had not cooled. Somewhere in Cintra, the day had just shifted, an old balance had been disturbed.
Outside, Count Fabian moved through the courtyard as if the conversation had been a chess move already set in motion. He did not look back not because he lacked concern, but because a man who serves an emperor like Emhyr cannot afford the luxury of second glances when the die has been cast.
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