"Prime Minister?" Her Majesty questioned as I rose up from my desk despite the ongoing process before us.
"Apologies, Your Majesty, but, may I be excused? I remembered I have an urgent matter that needs attending to in regards to some of the embargoes you had established." I explained with a slight nod as I put my hands over each other.
"Very well, see to it." she tells me with a dismissive wave before I make use of it and head off. Taking one final glance at our partially golden-haired guest before I departed properly. A ponderous 'hm' then left me as I walked slowly down the quiet, but well-kept halls of the palace. A slight gasp of surprise then left me as I believed I had come upon it in my mind.
"Prime Minister? How may we serve you?" a servant asked me with refined grace before I began to pilfer through my scrolls and cupboards.
"Help me find the scrolls from our Most Wanted section." I tell them as I started to make a mess looking for the face I sweared I had seen before.
"Here are some we had to keep off the shelves, Prime Minister." one servant explained as they gently placed it onto my fine, rare wood desk.
"Yes... I do believe we have her." I comment as I unfolded the scroll. Staring knowingly at the detailed drawing that was on it. And, emblazoned above it, a decree.
'By order of the Ruling-Lord of the Burspharosa clan, the Lady-Heir of the Bosphama clan is to be kept an eye out for, for the sake of Imperial Tribunal.'
"Fetch me a messenger and take my seal, I want the fastest ship ready to sail to the Core Imperial." I tell one of them as I hand it all over except for the scroll. Which I kept to myself before I then dismissed the servant so I could have some private time. And I felt a smile grow as I beared in mind my place in all of this.
The Ruling-Lord of the Burspharosa clan had promised me much. But I needed some assurances and I believe I had finally found it! The missing Lady-Heir was here! She was right within my grasp!
Although, the pompous gull I served had taken a clear liking to her. So I could not have this be as open as I wanted. So, instead, I had to opt for giving the Burspharosa some forewarning. But the Imperial Diet's choice to limit our communication methods made this a race against time.
I could not stall or decline the Governess' wishes. But I could send someone else far ahead, long before. I would be handsomely rewarded, after all. And there would be no connection back to me at all.
I would make a fine point of ensuring that, but, for now, I had a facade to keep. Although, as I inspected the drawing, I was surprised to see no signs of split hair colour. Her skin was a lighter shade and they made details about other signs to find her by. Her tainted magic is one of the foremost.
Yet, in person, she barely matched up to this drawing. Though, it was very unlikely to have been drawn incorrectly. After all, the Lady-Heir was nobility, she would've been portrayed dozens if not hundreds of times. The references for the artist were numerous and plentiful.
So what was the cause of this discrepancy? It baffled me and I would've liked to find out why. However, I was also fine with just letting the interest down. Everything else about it matched her visage.
And although I was old, I was not bad of memory. I recalled her face in my head as if it were my wedding day. The first one, anyway. Yet, even then, I wished to return to the main chamber to gaze upon her once more.
I could then excuse myself again under another false pretence should I need to.
"So, Einervaene was it?" the Governess repeated as the pair apparently caught up on the introductions they missed out on beforehand.
"Oh, I think I am fine indeed." I smirk on the inside slyly as I keep my expression presentable as I walk in.