Tigad
The king was almost to his study when a servant caught up to him, out of breath from running. Tigad stopped and let the servant catch his breath before signaling him to speak.
"A message from Princess Ceria, Your Majesty. She wishes to see General Tathiel."
"Does she?" Tigad quickly ran the request through his mind. It wasn't entirely unexpected -- they were engaged, after all -- but it would be inconvenient to arrange... Then again, if he were to deny such a request, he might raise the princess's suspicion, and that couldn't happen. Not yet. Besides which, it would help allay Neserada's suspicions, if they had any, and bring the General within Acotegs borders, which in turn would make it easier to deal with Tathiel...
"Tell her I will send for him straightaway."
The servant bowed quickly before departing, and Tigad entered his study, briskly heading for his desk where he drafted a letter informing King Ghia of how Acoteg had rescued his daughter from the hands of some mercenaries, that she was currently alive and healing from her injuries, that Acoteg would be more than happy to return her once she was fully recovered, and requesting the presence of General Tathiel.
Tigad waited only long enough for the ink to dry before he folded the letter and sealed it, ringing for a servant to send the letter straightaway to Neserada by the swiftest means possible. This done, the king went off to find Joram to inform the man of the slight change of plans.
The king found a happy-looking Joram draped over Emilian in some fairly deserted halls, the latter looking a bit exasperated with his companion's antics. A young woman was walking away, already out of earshot. It was quite convenient really, since he could inform both generals directly and get any input quickly from Emilian -- the younger general always had been adept at crafting plans and finding flaws in them -- without having to worry about eavesdroppers.
"Generals," Tigad called when he was still a fair distance away. Joram wasn't known for his fondness for surprises.
"Your Majesty." The two generals turned around and gave curt bows.
"There has been a slight change of plans. I have sent for General Tathiel, who happens to be the princess's current fiance, and he should be arriving soon. Emilian, I expect you to keep him entertained and out of the way when he arrives. Allow him to visit Ceria at least once. However, shortly after his arrival, the castle will be beset by mercenaries attempting to reabduct the princess."
Joram's eyes lit up, and a grin slowly snaked its way across his face.
Tigad allowed himself a small grin in return. "Of course, General Tathiel would be involved in the fight to keep his beloved safe. Unfortunately, however, he will be slain in the fighting. By a stray arrow, perhaps. In any case, I leave that part up to you, Joram. So long as he's dead, it doesn't matter."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Emilian looked thoughtful. "If it isn't too bold of me, I think the General may be of more use to us alive."
"How so?"
"Ransom for one. Also, if he could be turned to our side..."
An intriguing idea, the latter, but, "Could you turn him?" Tigad looked between his generals, and found Joram grinning even more widely than before.
"That I can do with ease, my king."
"Very well then. We will need a body double in that case, to show to the Princess."
"Easily arranged, if you don't mind setting part of the castle on fire," supplied Joram, all-too cheerfully.
"..." Tigad looked long and hard at the elder general. He was loth to let any part of his castle burn, but it would simplify the body double matter... "Just make sure there are no valuables or people inside at the time."
"Of course!" said Emilian.
"In that case, I leave things to you both. Do not disappoint me." With that Tigad left, heading to the throne room to hear petitions, something he had been putting off all day.
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