Trust, but Verify

Malachai listened intently, his expression softening as Lyric took charge of the hot chocolate preparations. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he found himself grinning despite the heavy topics that loomed over their conversation. He couldn't help but appreciate her ability to brighten the mood, even while discussing such dire matters. Oh I like this one, Tibs he’d chuckle. With a teasing nod, he acknowledged her strict instructions, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Understood, my dear. I wouldn’t dare risk your disappointment. His voice held a lightness, but his gaze flicked back to Tiberius, serious and calculating.

As Tiberius unravelled more of his time in Orlais, Malachai’s brow furrowed. He carefully selected one of the tarts from the platter, but his appetite was half-hearted, his mind preoccupied. No use for unmagicked septuagenarians, he echoed, voice soft but edged with a bite. That’s a sentiment I can understand, albeit one that speaks to the darker side of familial ties. They don’t matter, and if they do turn up, do let me know. He flashed Lyric a grin soaked with sinister intent but then shook his head, his tone trailing off, the meaning was clear.

He met Tiberius's gaze directly, his tone sharpening. But, Tibby, you’re smarter than that. You had to know something wasn’t right before the princess tried to entrap you. Dancing with eligible bachelorettes only distracts so much. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You may have forgotten to make useful friends, but you still learned plenty.

He paused, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. The information about the court’s instability wasn't valuable, but Malachai was more interested in why Tiberius seemed reluctant to share it. It was almost as if he wanted to distance himself from the mess, keep Orlais’s problems at arm's length.

Sounds like their wards aren’t the only things cracking, he said, voice dropping to a murmur, his eyes thoughtful. You’re right, of course. The laypeople don’t understand the intricacies of what keeps them safe. They never do, not until it all comes crashing down around them. But that’s the thing about empires, isn’t it? They always look so solid until they don’t.

He reached for another tart, but this time he didn’t eat it, merely holding it between his fingers, studying it as if it could offer him answers. I’ll be honest, Tiberius. It’s not just about pleasing the ‘Lord Chancellor,’ he said, the title carrying a hint of irony. I’m trying to understand how far this rot goes. If Orlais is on the verge of imploding, the Imperium needs to be prepared, and we need to decide if we’re in a position to exploit that—or if it’s best to steer clear until the dust settles.

Turning his attention to Lyric, he nodded, acknowledging her input about the Free Marches. So, Antiva tried making moves, and the Free Marches are too fractured to resist. Prince Sebastian was the glue holding it all together, and without him, it's chaos. Not a surprise, but not exactly reassuring, either. His lips pressed into a thin line. It's a pattern, then. Orlais, the Marches… instability on all sides, and opportunists waiting to pounce.

He set the uneaten tart back on the platter, fingers drumming softly on the table as he thought. Do either of you think there's anyone left in the Marches with enough influence to rally them? Even a semblance of unity might be enough to slow the decay, but if there's no one... He trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid. They all knew what it meant: more instability, more chaos, and more opportunities for those willing to take advantage of it.

Malachai straightened, letting out a sigh that sounded more resigned than weary. It’s a lot to process, and I doubt it’ll be solved over hot chocolate. Decisions will need to be made though. I’m not expecting you to write out a full account of every last contact you made in Orlais, Tibby. He allowed himself a small, crooked smile. But if there are alliances we can leverage, or weaknesses we can exploit, I’d appreciate knowing sooner rather than later. Even if it means digging through some of those odious details you’d rather leave buried.

@Tiberius Umbra
@Lyric Oatshield