Rosalie then turned her attention to the daily diplomatic pouch. However the morning post from the Mouth, which strictly speaking was the eveningtide post from their perspective, did not bring her parents as she had expected but instead a rather terse letter from Carloni.
A simple, neat letter in Carloni's own hand wrote:My dearest Rosalie,
It is with the deepest regret that I inform you that your mother and father will be unable to attend your wedding ceremony on Chyril 23rd. Escalating internal political developments have compelled your father to remain in the city until the immediate situation is resolved. As he is extremely tied up at present, I have taken it upon myself to inform you of this.
Due to the local ill feeling against your family that may result from some of these developments, I would strongly advise you and your brother against returning to the city until I have sent word that the situation has settled, for your own safety. Should you choose to disregard this advice, I have issued word to the local portal operators to detain you upon arrival until a guard of Condotierre can be assembled to provide you with the requisite protection.
I must apologise once again for the paucity of detail contained within this missive. Sadly the speed of developments have rendered me unable to provide you with accurate and up-to-date information. Please await further communication, which I hope will prove more enlightening.
All external issues, including our political stance toward the Citadel, remain unaffected.
Yours,
Tai Carloni,
O. F/A
Local ill feeling Rosalie thought with narrowed eyes Something is going down, it involves my familia and it is not good or Carloni would have given me more details. The fact that he told her she would be arrested on sight, however politely worded put the little Ambassador in a fit of rage. He would keep me in the Citadel, volente o nolente
A sudden stream of Mouthie curses left her pretty mouth. An expensive decorative vase was the first thing to suffer, crashing in a thousand pieces against the wall as Rose wildly sought for more material to suffer her ire. "Vaffanculo! Some Cacasenno is moving on our turf, on this day, that one very special day that was not supposed to be ruined. Oh I swear that the Figlio di puttana responsible for this will suffer." A heavy object found her mirror. Who? Who in the Mouth was strong enough to move against Severo Lo Russo and to do so with what appeared to be Carloni's blessing? Rosalie's amber eyes sought out more things to throw. "Get my brother in here, fast," she ordered her servant with a shout.