(Just a disclaimer, all other languages are from Google Translate, so if there's amy inaccuracies, I apologize.)
Miles away, in France, Ectoria sat on a sofa, watching TV.
"Hé, Rose, comment ça s’est passé?" She asked as her girlfriend walked in. (Translation: Hey, Rose, how'd it go?)
"D’accord, mais ils ont encore besoin d’être convaincus." Rose replied. (Translation: Okay, but they still need some convincing."
"Eh bien, si quelqu’un peut le faire, vous le pouvez." Ectoria replied. (Translation: Well, if anyone can do it, you can.)
"Merci, Praetor." Rose smirked. (Translation: Thanks, Praetor.)
"Ne m’appelez pas comme ça, je ne suis pas en service." Ectoria laughed. (Translation: Don't call me that, I'm off duty.)
"Mon erreur, Votre Majesté." Rose teased, and Ectoria rolled her eyes, smiling. (Translation: My mistake, your Majesty.)
"Bon, j’ai des projets à Rome demain, je devrais y aller." Ectoria said, standing up. (Translation: Well, I have plans in Rome tomorrow, I should get going.)
"À demain." Rose replied. (Translation: See you overmorrow.)
"À demain. Je t’aime." Ectoria told her. (Translation: See you overmorrow. Love you.)
"Je t’aime aussi." Rose kissed her on the cheek. Ectoria smiled at her and walked out the front door. She got on the plane, and crossed ine leg over the other, looking out the window. (Translation: Love you too.)
"Bene, hoc futurum est iocum." She muttered, smirking to herself and toying with something in her pocket. She loved flying, it was like a, 'Fuck you' to the gods. She pulled an old piece of paper out of her locket, unfolding it and reading the contents for about the millionth time. Free the cursed, it read. Shadows swirled around her bored fingers until taking form. They took the form of a woman, smiling coldly. (Translation: Well, this is going to be interesting.)
"Hello, dear." She said.
"My lady." Ectoria gave a mock bow, smiling. "I was not expecting to see you today."
"Oh, don't worry, I bring no bad news. I simply wanted to check up on you. How's Rosaline?"
"She's well, thank you."
"Of course. Now, about Phoebe."
"What about her?"
"She tells me that Chiara is getting impatient and wishes to initiate the next phase of the plan."
"I do not think that would be wise. I'll have Phoebe arrange Chiara a mission, though."
"I'm sure she'll appreciate it."
"How are you doing on recruitment?"
"My sons are working on getting us a few more allies."
"That's great, thanks again for helping."
"I would never pass up a chance like this. Besides, regicides run in the family."
"Good point."
"Well, you're nearly there, I should leave you now."
"It was nice to see you."
"It was lovely to see you too." The woman dissolved into shadows and disappeared.
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