Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 21:39:21 GMT -5
Mateo may not have been anywhere near his Duke in blood lineage, but he still was family if for nothing more than his name. He endeavored to keep a prosperous business and make himself available should his House require something of him – though he largely preferred to let political conflicts float right above his head. He spied, for he couldn’t truthfully call it anything less, on the Royal Family best he could, and tried to catch opportunities with the Sandovals where they presented themselves. Now that everyone was in Bordelaix, the moment was ripe for such things. But more than just the conflict of the Royals was at head. One much more personal to the Montefiores was culminating, and Mateo worried for the sake of his Duke and cousins.
Joanna Montefiore, sister to His Grace, one of his youngest sisters and a woman who’d always been devout and meeker than the rest, had been thrown to the wolves. She had moved into the Deliambre home a few days passed, as goal to escape tensions with her sister Caterina – so far as Mateo understood – and to prepare for a quickly arriving marriage. It seemed to the jeweler and merchant that something bad was bound to happen, that Joanna would be caught in the crosshairs and that surely more could be done to support her. Though the Duchess of Calandria was a Sandoval, sister to the Duchess of Nacimiento and thus ostensibly willing to keep the peace, Mateo for his part thought she deserved someone who was solely on her side.
Seeing as the young man had no horse in the political race, no wife of his own, no inheritance to speak of, he decided to take an unscheduled visit to the Deliambre villa. He knocked and was given a questionable glance by the servants who answered the door, but they were nothing short of polite as they promised to relay the message of his arrival to his cousin, the Lady Joanna Montefiore. Mateo came with a small jewel hidden in a box in a breast pocket, wearing Lordly clothing more so than his usual working outfit, and his usual charming smile. Though he also felt tight in the throat to be in the lion’s den, he wouldn’t let his discomfort show.
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Joanna Montefiore
Joanna Montefiore, sister to His Grace, one of his youngest sisters and a woman who’d always been devout and meeker than the rest, had been thrown to the wolves. She had moved into the Deliambre home a few days passed, as goal to escape tensions with her sister Caterina – so far as Mateo understood – and to prepare for a quickly arriving marriage. It seemed to the jeweler and merchant that something bad was bound to happen, that Joanna would be caught in the crosshairs and that surely more could be done to support her. Though the Duchess of Calandria was a Sandoval, sister to the Duchess of Nacimiento and thus ostensibly willing to keep the peace, Mateo for his part thought she deserved someone who was solely on her side.
Seeing as the young man had no horse in the political race, no wife of his own, no inheritance to speak of, he decided to take an unscheduled visit to the Deliambre villa. He knocked and was given a questionable glance by the servants who answered the door, but they were nothing short of polite as they promised to relay the message of his arrival to his cousin, the Lady Joanna Montefiore. Mateo came with a small jewel hidden in a box in a breast pocket, wearing Lordly clothing more so than his usual working outfit, and his usual charming smile. Though he also felt tight in the throat to be in the lion’s den, he wouldn’t let his discomfort show.
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Joanna Montefiore