Trojan left the dining room and tried thinking about his method of procedure. From what he could tell, it almost seemed as if he was empty-handed.
"Bring me back to the Palace," Trojan told Domino. "I need to speak with the Princess."
"Do you require me to block any form of eavesdropping?" Domino asked Trojan.
"No, there's no need," Trojan told him.
"When would be a good time?" Domino asked to confirm.
"Now," Trojan replied.
Domino nodded and stood closer to Trojan, waving his staff once.
"After you drop me off, return here immediately. After ten minutes has passed, return to bring me back," Trojan told Domino.
"Understood, my lord," Domino nodded.
The next thing Trojan knew, he was surrounded by wind and his surroundings changed to one of the Palace. Not just the Palace, but the Princess' room too.
Eve, the Princess, stared at him, shocked.
"Apologies for my sudden appearance, Princess," Trojan started talking, Domino already gone.
"That gave me a shock! You have been gone for a day and you suddenly appear in my room?" Eve sighed, getting up from her seat, her breakfast in front of her.
Trojan shrugged.
"I had some business to deal with somewhere else," Trojan told her. "And I'm here with something to say to you specifically."
The Princess sat back down nodding. "Does it perhaps concern my offer to you?"
"As a matter of fact, it does," Trojan told her, trying to explain. "It also involves a method as to how I can get rid of this revolution."
Eve raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"I have spoken with Marchioness Emilia, and we have settled things with each other," Trojan mentioned.
The Princess' face lit up slightly before she returned to her normal expression.
"Tell me more then," Eve told him.
"Well, I have also considered your offer of marriage, and I do have to say that I am indeed flattered," Trojan told her. "I have come up with a plan though, and I do require your help with it."
"So you are agreeing to marriage with me?" Eve asked him.
"Yes," Trojan replied.
Deception was a powerful tool. Trojan knew it was a tool he could use against someone as young as Eve, and it was likely to work. Trickery and lies were not Trojan's forte, but coming up with a plan was.
"Princess, or should I address you as Eve?" Trojan continued, maintaining eye contact with her. "To get out of this situation, for both the Royal Family and myself, of course. I decided that framing someone else is essential."
Eve remained silent for some time.
"Framing someone else for the fire?" Eve asked, tapping her chin. "Who could we even blame?"
"I believe it could be in the Royal Family's best interest to frame a certain Duke Phoenix, and I have the information required to do so," Trojan told her.
Eve stared at him, waiting for him to speak more on the topic.
"I have gathered all the evidence and information I need to frame Duke Phoenix. Last night, when I visited Marchioness Emilia, I had her write a statement of Duke Phoenix's guilt," Trojan elaborated. "Furthermore, my mage had come up with much information on the grounds leading back to Duke Phoenix."
"Are you sure it's Duke Phoenix? Do you not want to blame someone else? Someone of a lower ranking and power?" The Princess asked.
It was true. The difficulty of framing someone as powerful and high ranked as Duke Phoenix was going to be harder, but there was a reason for it.
"The people want to blame someone powerful, which is why they are after me, and the nobles to begin with. There is no telling when the peasants will attack the Royal Palace. The only person as influential as us is Duke Phoenix, and by his mysterious antics, he is much easier to frame."
Eve sighed and pushed her breakfast away.
"Not something I want to hear about in the middle of breakfast," The Princess muttered. "So what are you going to do now? I mean, the Royal Family can spread the rumour by spreading flyers or something."
"I would actually ask you to hold off on that action," Trojan told her.
Eve raised an eyebrow.
"Through Marchioness Emilia, I have been able to come in contact with Duke Phoenix. I shall be going to speak with him in an attempt to get more information. However, as assurance, I would like to request something of the Royal Family," Trojan told Eve.
"So you're using us?" Eve asked, only half-joking.
"No, no, it's all to get rid of this rebellion," Trojan told her with an assuring smile. "After this rebellion, we would technically be married."
"Okay, then what do you want us to do?" Eve asked him.
"If I do not contact the Royal Family in any way within the next three days, I would like the Royal Family to start spreading the rumours," Trojan requested.
"What of the information?" Eve asked him.
"It will be in a will which my mage shall deliver later today," Trojan assured her.
Trojan had yet to write it, but he was going to do it later. Things seemed to be going well. Even if Alastor was eavesdropping on him, it did not matter. In fact, it would have been much better if Alastor actually eavesdrop.
The wind in the room picked up.
Trojan looked behind him before he told the Princess, "I shall be going off now. I'm trying to go undercover amongst them, so please, just wait for my word by tomorrow or the day after."
Eve, who was obviously inexperienced with such events, could not react appropriately.
Domino appeared, and the both of them disappeared, reappearing back in Emilia's estate.
Trojan rubbed the back of his neck as he started walking.
"How did it go, my lord?" Domino asked Trojan.
"Quite well, actually," Trojan told him, heading back to the room Emilia had spared for him. "Prepare a quill, ink and paper, as well as my stamp. I shall have you deliver a letter to the Royal Family later today."
"Understood, my lord."
Trojan glanced around, seeing all the maids, butlers and chefs scurrying about.
"And also prepare me a suit," Trojan instructed.
He was going to get married to Emilia. Judging by how isolated Emilia was, hardly anyone would even know, especially not the Princess.
Deception was a powerful tool.