A message to the Ambassador

Biara read the missive that had been delivered to her at her summer home and began to feel rage eating away at the corners of her mind like flame consuming a source of fuel. Her sea green eyes scanned the hastily written letter again and again, disbelief at the meaning behind the words plain on her face.

It seemed as if Ambassador Starflare had paid her Spire a visit while she was attending to other business, and that he was quite upset with her lack of formal greeting. Upset enough to undo one of her magical constructs. She grimaced as she read the missive over a fourth time. Although her guards claimed that THEY had killed the elemental, she could easily read between the lines; only the formidable personal bodyguard that were trained by Captain Duskblade would have been able to defeat one of her creations with only a single casualty. Obviously magic had been used, and the Ambassador was the only one on the lower floors of the spire with the power to do such a thing. He was sending her a message.

So be it.

She arose from the plush divan where she had been reclining, her dress swirling around her as she furiously marched towards the study where she was temporarily keeping her writing supplies. Sitting down at the desk, she crafted a message for the house guest that she had missed earlier. Her red, magically enhanced fingernails flashed in the light as her furious script filled the page. She would ensure that this so-called Ambassador got the message that she was not to be trifled with in her own home, despite his rank. It was, after all, such fun to play a game of mixing courtesy with bile.

Dearest Ambassador Starflare,
It is with great regret that I have been informed of your recent visit, and my inability to attend to your needs. I must beg of you to excuse my poor manners, as I was performing tasks that had great importance to the safety of the city, and could not set them aside for idle conversation.

I have also heard that there was some difficulty with one of the magical constructs within my Spire. It is fortunate that you were present to prevent further damage to my properties, and I must extend my deepest and most heartfelt thanks for assisting my House Guard with the unruly creature. I do hope that its destruction did not deplete too much of your limited supply of magical power.

I would love nothing more than to speak with you at length, as is your desire. I was flattered that you would put so much effort as to come to see me personally and wait amongst the petitioners and my vassals to gain an audience. It is my eternal regret that I was unable to fulfill your desires, and I wish to correct this matter with haste.

At your earliest convenience, I would speak with you. Perhaps we can meet in a location that is private, as I am sure you do not wish all to know the reasons behind your sudden appearance at my door. In privacy we will be unfettered by the restraints of the court, and I can get full measure of your needs, and you can gain full measure of the power I have to offer Silvermoon.

Until such a time as you are available, I wish you well. I eagerly await your response.
Regards,
Biara Dayfire
Scion of House Dayfire
Magistrix of Silvermoon City

Biara smiled to herself as she read over her response. The subtle insults woven into each complimentary line were sure to give the Ambassador exactly the message she wished to convey, without actually going so far as to insult the man directly. He would understand immediately who she was and what it meant to leave her such 'messages' as the one he had given her at her Spire.

If he didn't understand, her next message would be a lot more blunt, and permanent.

With a sigh of released tension, she rolled the missive up and stamped it with her seal. It would be sent to Silvermoon via her fastest messenger, and Ambassador Eurict Starflare would come to better understand the Scion of House Dayfire.