I have a new plotbunny! Well, more like the plunnie for some random FMA story I'll probably never write...
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Report MR2HRH-CW23-0078
To: His Highness Prince de la Courcel
From: Major General Joseph Viltries, Marquise Avaric
To date, there have been three attempts to assassinate Your Highness' favored Ward since the previous communication to Your Highness. If His Highness the Prince is so inclined, allow this humble Officer to suggest temporarily withdrawing from the vicinity of Your Highness' Ward that this Officer may attempt to discern the nature of the threat.
This most humble Officer awaits Your Highness' reply at His Highness the Prince's royal leisure.
Your Most Loyal Servant,
Major General Joseph Viltries
Marquise Avaric
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Report RR2MG-CW23-0079
To: Major General Joseph Viltries, Marquise Avaric
From: His Royal Highness the Prince de la Courcel
We have recieved troubling reports concerning Our Royal Brother. We will depart immediately to investigate. In that time, We leave the safety of Our Ward in your capable hands. Do not disappoint Us.
His Highness the Prince,
de la Courcel
Prince Amestris
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As he swam to wakefullness he knew only one thing, his entire body hurt.
"Don't move, Colonel Mustang," a gruff voice said, "I know you're awake, but whether or not you are coherent will be seen later. For the time being, do not open your eyes and do not panic. You are safe with us. Thirteen assassination attempts were made against you in the past month alone. In an effort to figure out who wanted you dead so badly, we convinced your patron to leave you alone, so at least one assassin would be able to get past the protections He provides. We have the assassin in custody now, but you are still in danger. We are moving you to a safehouse as we speak. Be grateful. Not many people earn the favor of the Prince de la Courel within hours of meeting him."
He was confused. He had a patron? And a Prince at that? How had that happened?
"Ah so you
are somewhat coherent!" the gruff voice was amused, "As to your question of how... I cannot answer that. If you do not know, it is undrstandable. But take heart in that only a very unique person can gain the favor of the House of Kings even after they withdrew from the Public Forum. But you have just been through a harrowing ordeal. Sleep. Rest. Heal. You are safe with me."
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Major General Joseph Viltries looked up as a young man with golden hair and tawny eyes entered his office. At the sight of the blue uniform complete with golden engraved shoulder guards and heavy gold trimmed cape with the sabre hanging from the left hip, the General rose to his feet and bowed.
"Your grace," he said, "Welcome."
"And good day to you also, General," the teenager said, "The package was delivered safely I hope?"
"Yes, Your Grace."
"He is well?"
"The good Colonel is healing well, Your Grace."
"One day, I would like to visit the safehouse."
"If it is the Prince's pleasure..."
"It is," the teenager interrupted. "But not yet. It is not safe to do so. King Bradley must learn first that a Fuhrer is a military steward, and it does not do to attempt to usurp power from his monarch."
"With Royal Permission, Your Highness?"
The Prince made an impatient gesture. "Ask."
"Will the House of Nobles be assembled?"
"Yes. But they must be approached carefully. We do not want the wrong people to realize that the Royal House is returning to the Public Forum. That no one believed that House Courcel would truly return even despite such prominent failure as what occured in Ishbal is to our advantage, and I should like very much to keep it."
"With respect, Highness, what of the Colonel's staff? Are they to remain ignorant?"
"For now. Their ignorance will be their geatest sheild at the moment. But later, I will have need of them, and when that time comes, we will all visit the Colonel at our safe house."
"Of course Your Grace."
"I leave him in your capable hands for a while longer then."
"It is my honor to serve My Prince."
The Prince smiled. "By all rights, General, I should be saying that to you. Social ranks aside, you outrank me by three."
"With all due respect Your Highness, it is four ranks."
Golden brows furrowed breifly before smoothing out. "Heh, you are correct. I must be more tired than I thought."
"Then Your Grace should retire for the night."
"I shall expect reports on my ward's progress."
"It will be done."
"And keep that fool Archer away from my brother."
"All effort shall be made to that end Your Grace."
The Prince nodded and swept out of the office. Major General Joseph Viltries, Marquise Avaric, sighed as he watched the retreating back of the Prince de la Courcel, more commonly known as Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. The teen never asked for anything, but when he did, the Nobility did their best to give it to him. He was their Prince afterall.
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