Post by Angelia Sandoval on Sept 6, 2014 23:21:43 GMT -5
Her talk with Dante left Angelia somewhat more confident in the plans laid for their long-awaited opportunity to seize the throne anew, but there was another to whom she had yet to speak on the matter. As the eldest daughter, she was well aware of her siblings' varied schedules, waiting until most were either at breakfast or off to commence the tasks laid on them by the Duke. That left her free to seek out her middle brother, Rafael, once he completed his morning's sword work.
Lying in wait for him, she was armed with a large mug of ginger-laced water and a towel, aware that he would need both upon emerging from the training ring. A basket containing some of his more favorite portable foods sat at her feet, further enticement for Rafael to join her in the gardens for a private conversation. Angelia had a destination in mind as well, one that would ensure their words went unheard by any who might have espionage on their minds. The Duchess's walled garden was ideal for such talks, lined with benches and with a fountain that conveniently splashed musically to conceal the sounds of voices.
She had little doubt that there were some spies in the household that answered to Deveraux masters. Trusting that she had not winnowed all of them out, she nonetheless left the ones of whom she was aware in place. After all, it was true that the best spy was the one you knew. Angelia found it easier to sow disinformation that way, but not every member of her family shared her tendency towards discretionary prudence. Rafael was very much amongst them, she knew.
Patiently, Angelia stood by the stonework arch through which her brother would come. Like a spider waiting for the fly, she kept her gaze trained on the arch and her ears alert for the sound of approaching footsteps that would herald Rafael's approach. It was a great deal like standing outside the fire... waiting for the warmth.
Rafael Sandoval