Enter the Kingdom of Villarosa, as seen through the eyes of [REDACTED] aka Alicia Thorn. Experience fascinating moral dilemmas. Hack the world.
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...Her presence here is presumably explained by this, though the way Alicia is standing, relative to the woman who is only older than her, might suggest that Alicia is drawing more from Ciara's steady presence than just support in planning.

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Queen Jethelia has been pointedly not objecting to anything here - such as Ciara's presence - so she nods.  But she's very relieved to look at the notes on people.

One of the first people she notices is Lady Gwennyth Tyrell, noted as one of Lila's best friends and a major figure in frustrating the summoning.  "Oh my," Jethelia says in surprise.  She's seen Gwennyth, heard her mother despairing of her patience for study, and thought she might possibly make a good second-rate knight or trader.  She'll need to think how best to respond.

And then, there's also Baron Morimer - a demon cultist?  Jethelia gasps; she'd talked with him at the ball just last week!

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King Ambrose nods happily at the mention of future thaumatology.  "Thank you; and thank you Ciara as well.  Alicia, I'll send the spells on to the other archmages...  or should we redact them first?  I'm inclined to not spread any news of this prophecy for now; did you leave any mentions of how these spells came to be learned?"

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...Why is Queen Jethelia so surprised?

 

And then her father asks about proper attribution.  "I could write up what I know, but I don't believe I do know very much about who came up with what, nor how, when it wasn't me.  Well, there's a couple sigils Lila invented.  Those came up in some detail, too.  But not enough to properly reverse-engineer their creation without some wild mass guessing."

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"Please do.  It might not be enough for an archmage to reverse-engineer them, but then with some luck it might - you weren't an archmage yesterday, after all.  And regardless, we all know the proverb about the distinguished archmage who insists something's impossible."

He looks down at another of Alicia's papers.  "And... the cultists somehow broke through the security on the Royal Archives?  And took out K'xabriguthak's soul jar?  I'm honestly not getting any good ideas where else to put it..."

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"In the high-security wing, perhaps.  But, ah...Mostly this one is already solved.  The Alicia in the vision...did some very stupid things, for equally boneheaded reasons, not helped by her - our - now-counterfactual lack of knowledge that the object in question was a soul jar to begin with; it's very well-disguised if you don't know what to look for.  I'm quite sure this, at least, will not be repeated."

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"You were taking - things out of the archives without knowing what they were!?  In the vision?  Why!?"

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... Yes, unfortunately, he could see Alicia doing something like that if she'd continued down the course she'd been on yesterday.  But he's also wondering why.

(Maybe he'll change the label to a different false label?)

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"Because I was a child, mother, and the people who had insinuated themselves as my so-called friends in that timeline were capable of obfuscating their motives.  And I am not a child now.  Not after what I've seen.

"I don't think they knew that what they were looking for had been under their noses all along, until late in their plot.  They just wanted it because they thought it would have a clue.  Not an answer.  And I hope I would not have been stupid enough to give it to them, if I'd suspected they did know what it was and weren't telling me, even - before.  They had been presenting themselves to me as seekers of lore, not an apocalyptic cult."

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"And you didn't even ask why they were talking to you and asking for such underhanded things!?"

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"..."

"Mother, I filled out the paperwork for it and nobody thought twice.  Nobody thought it was important, except as a metonym of our gallant history that was worth preserving.  It wasn't even in the secure wing."

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The Secure Wing of the Royal Archives is, in fact, an entirely separate building.

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"And you didn't even wonder why they were asking you!?"

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"Hmm, perhaps I should be putting it in the secure wing, then.  Or at least putting more warnings on it."

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"Mother...The shouting isn't helping, nor can you change my behavior in the vision by aggravatedly questioning me now.  But as it happens, I did think to wonder why, and --"

She cuts herself off, before she can say the incriminating words - 'It was your advice on social norms that pushed that me into doing it!'

 

"Investigating the thought process of that Alicia won't help any."

It even sounds like it's a plausibly relevant continuation of the sentence!

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...Ciara, despite her practiced deportment, cannot help but find herself exchanging a Meaningful Look with the King.  'Is Her Majesty actually helping?', she doesn't - she pretty much cannot, not openly - ask.

"If I might interject - shall I perhaps fetch some tea?  I find that it is quite useful to keep one focused on the important things," she says, looking directly at Queen-Consort Jethelia.  She is quite living down to that particular appendment at the moment, in Ciara's opinion, though for...

...Reasons.

She doesn't believe that they're particularly good ones, though.

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...She would actually like some tea, but she's going to let her mother answer first.

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"Unfortunate."

She taps her hand on the table, frowning.  Maybe the prophecy didn't say, in which case the logical conclusion is - indeed - investigating her thought processes won't matter and the point of the prophecy is something else, like everything that Alicia did tell them.  Or maybe it did say, and Alicia just doesn't want to tell them that.

"Yes, please, tea."  It would at least get Ciara out of the room while she thinks of how best to proceed, which wouldn't be a bad thing.

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King Ambrose, guessing what she's thinking, interjects, "What did you find in her notes about the people in the dream?"

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Queen Jethelia turns to him, her previous surprise rising again.  "Several people I can hardly believe are cultists, and some more who seem surprisingly able - and I haven't read half of it yet!"  She shakes her head, smiling.  "I'm sure I'll have recommendations for the Academy's teachers shortly.  But with some of the younger people - we know what they would be like in several years, but perhaps the best thing now is to simply give them a better environment and education?"

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Ciara does not, actually, need to leave the room to prepare tea.  She will, because it is vaguely uncouth for the royals to observe food preparation, or so says Queen-Consort Jethalia (who is losing yet more of her estimation by the minute - really, can she even see the nose in front of her face, Alicia bit back a potential argument, there, you can tell by the way her language got strident -)  so she will be gone for precisely thirty seconds and two spells.

(One is her own deathly-certain anti-poison methodology; the other, much more standard, hastens the progress of the tea-water - poured from a spirit-vessel - to the correct temperature and mixity.)

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"Better by what standard, is the question that needs answering.  And, Father, we never did properly address security measures - I believe I'll be able to figure out how to non-catastrophically detonate the damn thing, but til then, keep it in high-security storage."

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"Yes - now that I know some cultists know about it, it's definitely worth the call to put it in higher-security.  As soon as I think up a suitable excuse that doesn't just call more suspicion to it..."

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"Yes, absolutely, how to tell how it's better.  Like that Miss Kaitlyn - she definitely deserves a better environment, but from what you say, she's far too prickly to just accept it coming from us..."

She pauses for a moment, mentally sorting through some of the names on her mind.  "I do want to meet Lady Lila at some point soon.  I think we could figure out a good excuse for it in commemorating some of her father's noble deeds?  Or maybe something about her barony?"

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She turns to her father, as Ciara comes in.  "A re-evaluation of fel artifacts finding something that could blow up, perhaps.  Oh, tea, thank you, Ciara."

Then she turns to her mother.  "...Not a commemoration, not without action - she's suffered enough.  Her father died and people praise her for it.

"As for the Barony, she's still only the heir, not a Baroness in her own right.  But we could probably justify - something for young and new nobles, maybe teaching practical administration..."

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