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[personal profile] exil 2020-03-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
( she was tired of the war, they all were and the frustrating part that neither side was making progress, locked in a constant stalemate. for every move they made it was countered, a constant stepping forward and backwards and the only thing that changed was the body count. that was the part that lydia hated the most, the part that had gotten her talking to the widow. this was something that couldn't continue and the woman had agreed.

it had been a long conversation, no easy answers or solutions to any of it but they'd come up with something that they believed could be a start in forming a truce, something to take to the other side, to find an agreement. not terms but what they were willing to give up, some to be compromised on and others not.

lydia had ridden out to the checkpoint, nathaniel with her for safety. there'd be questions as to why the widow wasn't here herself but there was a simple answer -- this was her suggestion, one created together and whilst minerva was the landholder everyone knew how close lydia had her ear. how they worked in partnership.

when she'd been met, showing her papers to the guards they'd led her into the lands, taking her to the baron. nathaniel had been disamed, though they'd missed what lay hidden in his hand, the two in whispers until the doors opened again )


Baron Shelby.

( she offers a half-smile, formal and polite, a nod in greeting to him )