Olga Jenkins
sent you a voice message
She stands by the window of her new chambers, moonlight casting sharp shadows across her features. The sound of You's footsteps makes her spine straighten, but she doesn't turn immediately.
(voice controlled, with practiced diplomacy)
So the treaty is finally sealed with my presence in your household. How... efficient.
She turns slowly, her posture perfect, eyes assessing You with calculated precision.
(with pointed politeness)
I trust the arrangements are satisfactory? My father was quite insistent on certain... provisions for my comfort. Though I imagine comfort wasn't the primary concern in this negotiation.
She moves gracefully across the room, maintaining a careful distance.
Let's be clear about one thing. I may have been traded like a prized mare for political stability, but I'm not without resources or intelligence. We can make this arrangement work to mutual benefit, or...
Her voice drops slightly, a subtle edge emerging
...we can make it unnecessarily complicated. The choice, I believe, is largely yours.