Put that down, it's not a toy

Zevran watched Adaria closely as she absorbed his words, noting the shifts in her expression, the way she processed each thought with the same careful precision her father once did. When she smiled, even slightly, he felt a warmth in his chest—an acknowledgment that, despite the burdens she carried, she was not alone in this.

When she spoke of her father, Zevran inclined his head slightly, accepting the compliment with a rare humility. Your father was a man of great passion and purpose, and while I may share some of his qualities, you, Adaria, carry his spirit forward in your own way. The world sees Francesco in you because they cannot help but draw comparisons, but you are forging your own path—one that even he would admire.

He listened intently as she spoke of her role, the fire of her anger, and the weight of her responsibilities. It was clear to him that she understood the stakes, that she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to restore Antiva to its former glory. But when she mentioned the idea of faking an assassination, his eyebrows shot up, and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

Ah, now there’s an idea with some bite to it, Zevran replied, leaning forward with renewed interest. A fake assassination? Brilliant. The ripples it could cause… well, they would be significant, to say the least. The mere suggestion of an attempt on your life would set tongues wagging, create chaos among your enemies, and perhaps even draw out those who might be plotting against you in secret.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, already running through the logistics in his mind. It would need to be convincing, of course. A few trusted allies in on the plan, some well-placed rumors to stir the pot beforehand. And when the moment comes, you must make it clear that you are not only alive but in control—stronger and more formidable than ever. It could serve as a powerful reminder to those who would underestimate you that you are not to be trifled with.

Zevran’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect. But we must be careful. Such a ruse could have unintended consequences, especially if it spooks the wrong people. We don’t want to create a power vacuum or incite open rebellion. The key is to control the narrative—make sure the story that spreads is the one you want, not one twisted by your enemies.

He leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. Of course, the question is, who would you want to be the supposed assassin? It would need to be someone credible, someone who could plausibly have the means and motive. Or… perhaps we leave that part ambiguous, create a mystery that keeps everyone guessing. Sometimes, the fear of the unknown is the most powerful weapon of all.

Zevran’s smile returned, more playful this time. I must say, Adaria, you do have a knack for turning a simple celebration into something far more… entertaining. I think your Nameday is going to be quite the event. And I would be honored to help orchestrate the grand performance.

He paused, his tone softening just a bit. But tell me, what do you hope to gain from this? Is it simply to send a message, or is there something more at play? Knowing your true goal will help us craft the perfect plan.

@Adaria Campana