Alien General's Bride (Brion Brides 3)(46)

Eleya and Faren stayed behind.

“I have to admit getting to speak the truth is a welcome change,” she said, a half-hearted attempt at a joke. Eleya graced her with a smirk. “Please tell me he meant it, that it wasn’t some veiled hint I didn’t get?”

“He did,” Eleya confirmed. “We should speak of this in private. Angus will join us too.”

The thought of her ambassador made things better, somehow. It was good to know that at least one other Terran was rooting for the war not to happen.

When they were alone with only the generals, Eleya and Angus, Isolde finally dared to show a bit of her anxiety.#p#分页标题#e#

“I will do my best,” she said. “But why did they choose me? I don’t know if I’m the best to convince them of anything. I’m not a politician or…”

“Exactly for what you are,” Eleya said. “You are not a Brion, speaking for the Brions. You are showing there are still some who do not wish to see us all dead.”

“You’re also Diego’s gesha,” Angus added. “Meaning you’re not just some Terran girl they found. You have the authority to speak for their sake.”

“Finally,” Eleya said, sighing. “Brion politicians are still, in the end, Brions. The Elder did not say it and would of course not condone me saying this either, but you are human. It might help in this matter to let someone speak who can use any variation of the word ‘sorry’ or anything even close to regretful.”

Isolde thought she saw the ghost of a smile on Faren’s lips. True, then.

“Besides,” Angus added. “You have credibility. As I hear, there have been two attempts to end your life?”

His tone clearly implied what he thought of the security around her, but in a room with two current and one former Brion general, Isolde thought it wise of him not to say it out loud.

“Yes,” she said. “How does that help me? Other than still being alive.”

“I would emphasize,” Angus said, “that while some of them have literally tried to kill you, you don’t believe they’re all bad, or lying about their willingness to share Rhea. It would mean more coming from someone who has reason to hate them, but doesn’t.”

“How kind of you,” Eleya remarked.

“Just thinking of how it would sound better to the Council,” Angus said, shrugging. Isolde wondered if his key to remaining the Terran ambassador for so long was that he dared to speak to the Brions like they spoke to each other.

“Do you need us to give you some pointers?” Eleya asked.

“I – I think it’s better if I speak from the heart,” Isolde said, nodding towards Angus. “I think it’s a good idea to play to the fact that I am not a Brion. I mean, you have enemies on the Council, and they won’t listen to me no matter how pretty my words are. Your allies, in turn, won’t care because they support you already.

But I have to convince the ones who fear you and those who think this is just another ruse to keep Rhea. I have to make them understand that an all-out war isn’t in their interest either and that you can handle Eren and his like.”

“Exactly,” Angus said. Eleya nodded.

The room fell into silence again. “How many of you think it will work?” Isolde asked, another half-joke.

“Depends on you,” Angus said cheerfully. Isolde didn’t know if he was trying to make her feel better or if he truly believed in her that much. “You were preparing to lie, but you get to tell the truth. Spare no details, pour out all your indignation, but conclude with that even you don’t want there to be a war and that you believe them. Then I will speak, supporting you. Senator Eleya will speak for the Brions.”

“Yes,” Eleya said. “The Elders put me in charge of the senators in Eren’s place. They thought it would be good to have a former general leading them, one not in the habit of questioning orders, until they can learn manners.” To Isolde’s eyes, she looked both proud and sad. Proud for the trust the Elders put in her and sad for the fact she was once again denied the chance to do what she really wanted.

“When will I have to talk to the council? You have to give me some time to prepare at least,” Isolde asked.

“As soon as we’re able to arrange it,” Angus said, exchanging a look with Eleya. “The sooner you get them thinking that there doesn’t have to be revenge for this, the better.”

Isolde nodded.

“We do all of this in transit,” Eleya added. “The Triumphant has to make for Rhea at once. If Diego believes that is where Eren went, I have faith in him. It would be nicely symbolic to execute the traitor there.”

Rhea, Isolde thought. I’ll see it at last.





CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Diego



Diego couldn’t tear his eyes from Isolde as she was presented to him the way they wanted her to address the Galactic union  ’s high council. He’d never doubted that a gesha always looked gorgeous to her fated, but there was something to be said about the way she was dressed in a traditional Brion gown that hugged her body in all the right places.#p#分页标题#e#

Her hair was left simple and unadorned, they weren’t parading a bride before the council, but the simple jewels she wore made her look stunning nonetheless. Whoever had been in charge of that – probably Eleya – had done an amazing job of striking a balance between making her look like the gesha of an honored general and a simple human woman. After all, she had to be both to make it all work.

Eleya and Angus were prepared as well, and the great holoplatform waited for them. As much as Diego gathered, the Elders themselves had turned to the council to arrange this projection. A simple explanation had been given, so Isolde didn’t have to start from ancient history, which she probably knew, but as a human, couldn’t entirely comprehend. It was her job to ask the council to consider what it all meant for the galaxy, and only then decide if a war was called for.

In a way, it was weird. Diego didn’t let Eren’s taunts get to him, but it still felt odd to fight to prevent war when it came so naturally to him. But he supposed Isolde had been right when she’d said they all fought for their own reasons. The Elders looked out for all Brions and he obeyed them. The GU wanted justice, and Isolde wanted peace. It still all came down to one.

Eleya had told him and Faren fairly bluntly that it was better if the feared and bloody Brion generals didn’t make an appearance in front of the council, other than getting mentioned as hunting down the traitors. The image they needed now didn’t involve Diego, so he was unexpectedly left in a bystander’s position. He wondered if that’s how Isolde had felt when she watched him fight Gawen and Crane.

They had discussed what she would say to the council and he believed in her. In his heart, he of course prepared to fight, that was simply the Brion way – but he also truly thought that Isolde could convince the council. It felt nice to really be proud of his gesha. Diego longed for all of it to be over so he could resume his hunt and while the Triumphant sailed towards Rhea – where sightings already confirmed Eren’s presence – rip that dress from Isolde’s body and claim her like he knew she wanted.

Seeing her standing there, beautiful in her nervousness, reminded him so vividly of their binding that his cock throbbed merely at the memory. When Isolde’s appearance was over, they could hopefully enjoy some time together.

He saw her step to the platform, saw the shimmering double-image of her and the holoprojections of the nearest council members before Isolde. Her voice didn’t shake, and after a few sentences, she even seemed to forget there was an audience. She spoke clearly and fairly, though Diego nearly winced when she mentioned the danger her life had been in. That should never have happened. The traitor Ensha and then Aneya… Diego had considered her a traitor to him as well until Urenya explained that she hadn’t probably thought she acted against him.

Broken geshas thought everything they did was to set things right, which meant she had considered him as much a traitor to her as Diego did in turn. In response to Diego’s question, Urenya didn’t believe any of them could have seen it coming or prevented it. They had all thought she was jealous, perhaps petty, but not that desperate. As for Urenya herself, when Diego had apologized for hurting her – something a Brion general did once in a decade and to only his closest – she had, as always, understood. She was bound as well, knew of the terrible, heart-wrenching pain even thinking of losing it brought.

Isolde was speaking about him now. Diego had to fight down a smile at the way Isolde’s lips curved into an involuntary smile of her own whenever she mentioned his name. She spoke of Gawen and then Crane, emphasizing that he was fighting those who had not wanted to part with Rhea.

Not much filtered through the holoimages, but it seemed the council was listening at least. There were angry murmurs, but also supportive ones. At least no one interrupted her.

“No one wants a war to happen,” Isolde was saying. “The Brion Elders did what they thought was best to protect their people, but they’re now trying to amend the mistakes they made. They’re willing to work with the Galactic union   if you give them a chance, but I don’t doubt they’ll protect themselves if you decide for war. You all know as well as I it would be devastating for all. We are on our way to make the traitors pay for their mistakes. I hope you do not make another by condemning the whole galaxy to war even the Brions are trying to stop.”