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[fearedmistress]

[When the decidedly authoritative voice rings out over the journal, it’s clear that the woman who possesses it isn’t messing around.]Greetings, citizenry of this castle. As your new Mistress, I will require all women of buxom figure to report to the lobby. We’ll need to do fittings for your uniforms. Fit men will also require uniforms. Please wash

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[invitante]

[Ezio is like... staring at his journal in some weird mixture of curiosity and apprehension, because this sounds like it has potential to be Teodora-level weird. It certainly sounds like it.

Dry swallow.]

Who exactly are you, madam?

[invitante]

[Such kindness :') Alright, he's still morbidly curious about this woman.]

Your understanding is greatly appreciated, Mistress.

[fearedmistress]

[She's a benevolent ruler, okay? Also, she sounds inordinately pleased to hear her name.]

And what nation do you represent, Mr. ...?

[invitante]

Firenze, a city-state in Italia.

[He's sorry for what he may have just done to your reputation, Florence. He is.]

[fearedmistress]

I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of receiving an Ambassador from Firenze before.

[invitante]

Well, then, you have my welcome to Cair Paradisa in Firenze's stead.

[fearedmistress]

And I take that is a warm welcome?

[invitante]

Is there any other?

[Of the playing-with-fire sort.]

[fearedmistress]

Certainly not in my court.

[A lie. But she's assuming that Ezio isn't going to try and kill her. The assassination attempts she's used to are pretty blatant.]

[invitante]

Then it is warm, indeed.

[Him? Kill people? Pshaw......]

[fearedmistress]

And yet you still only wish to speak over the journal.

[invitante]

Ah, I am some miles from the castle right now, but I will turn my horse around.

[fearedmistress]

I greatly anticipate your arrival.

[invitante]

[aaand he'll be back in just over an hour. He's not expecting to find her in the lobby, though, so when he opens the front door and sees her on a whopping throne, he's surprised.

Mostly by her outfit, of course.]

You are the Mistress, I assume?

[fearedmistress]

The one and only. And you must be the Firenzian Ambassador?

[Yes, she did just make up that word. Also, she assumes that he must be an ambassador, as he is the only one yet to be even remotely polite to her.]

[invitante]

Yes, madam. [Bow]