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Jason watched Elaine with thoughtful eyes, Annabelle sitting beside him with her hand entwined with his. "Well... There is always one option..." Jason says quietly. Annabelle shakes her head at Jason as if realizing what he was going to say. "Elaine, you know that I was raised with politics, I know every king, their children, their weaknesses, their cultures. I can help you if you'd like. Spain doesn't know of Avalon falling, the old French king made sure that they believed France had a great relationship with Avalon so the trade routes continued though only France controlled them. If you show off your friend, as I'm sure they're rather suspicious, maybe that'll give them some reassurance," Jason explains, his tone rather thoughtful and considerate, thinking through the various variable and being careful with the outcomes. Annabelle sighs inwardly, she had feared this would happen and that Jason might become a large target again. It was a rather scary thought.

Isabella was walking through the gardens when she caught sight of James. She paused, unable to tell why, but her gaze somewhat mesmerized by the boy who was shoveling hay. Something in the back of her head stirred, but she shook the worry away, uncertain what it was. She was on her way to have tea with the English king and Lucian considering the king's wife had gone back early, just before the war. She walked quickly to get to the tower and entered, surprised somewhat to see a mad Lucian and a seemingly sly king. "Is everything alright?" She asks as she hears a knock at the window. The french king waved the guard from many months before to open it and in tumbled a green eyed boy. "Ah, the princess of France, the King and prince of England. So why have you called me here my wonderful partner, your highness?" Will asked the king of France, walking over to Isabella who started backing up before being held by Will like Lucian had the first time they met.