Post by Aneira Trevelyan on Feb 14, 2015 23:16:27 GMT -5
A lack of threat did not necessarily mean that the Romanovs were utterly impotent; they had other ways and means at their disposal to stir the eddies and muddy the waters. Distraction was a very powerful technique, often used by a lesser power on behalf of a greater. Aneira did not dismiss them entirely but smiled faintly at his comment. “Indeed we do. And there are ways to control children so that they do not realize the guiding hand of an adult, my Angel.”
Amused by Gabriel’s assessment of the acting Lady, Aneira shook her head for a moment. So often, her Angel viewed the world through jaundiced eyes, seeing those who moved through it in peculiar lights. “It will, though I shall be most intrigued to see how well the Warrior dances with one who has seen him coming. Little of his usual means and methods will carry an impact on her. This will prove most enlightening as to the Warrior’s progress.” The question posed set her to thinking on the suggested choice, a slow nod given. “I believe she would, especially as she holds some favor there, I am told. Perhaps we should… aid the cause north of us? The Princess will need it, I believe.”
Frowning with the mention of Benoit, she pressed a hand to her midsection. Aneira had enough confrontations with the Prince to know he was a snake of a man. “I do not think he is one to be manipulated. If anything, he may need to be removed as a true and unmovable obstacle.” The mention of the Lord Marshal made her go still, slowly bringing her gaze back to bear on him. “You think he cannot be trusted?”
Gabriel Blackthorne