Amelia listened to Alenios speak, and it was a concern, Nocturne was not exempt from courtly intrigues. Backstabbing, gossip, swindling, bribery, even down right murder have and probably will happen within the political circles of Nocturne. Despite being what could be the epitome of civilization in this world, it was immune to the depredations of humanity and trans humans, it was not immune to the decay seeking to worm its way through society. 

"Bring your guards." she said to Alenios. 

Turning to Amiartys and Hatuum, but speaking to the former, Amelia regarded them all before her eyes. "A dangerous threat is forming to the North, within the forest of Germania, rumors of a High King. A united Germania is a dangerous reality, tens of thousands of them pouring across our borders, a long and grueling war that would be. But if we can kill this in its nursery, excise the root from the soil, before its sprouts fruit it'd be a boon to us all. Arielle, you will accompany Alenios as well, your request is accepted. You all may take what you need." 

Amelia at that stood up and made to leave, but stopped, and turned half way to everyone, "If you all accept, gather at the Western Gate of Valeria's outer wall." At that she left, to prepare, and lay plans to keep Nocturne's clockwork government working efficiently without her being present to exercise executive powers. 

Moving throughout the citadel, progressively downwards, through hallways and dim galleries. Down many stair cases. Until she came to a vaulted chamber deep within the earth. The air was cool, mist hung around the stone masonry, and on the ground was a set of three gold icons. Stylized letters, the first letters in the names of the Elders, their place of rest when not awake. A sealed chamber to keep them safe. The advanced locking mechanisms using devices held over by the Elders since before the atomic wars long forgotten by mankind. For none but the Elders remained who knew of their workings. Moving to the one with the icon 'V' she flicked aside a small gold panel. Raising her wrist to her mouth she gave a small bite. Ruby rich blood trickled down into the pan. A pan cold to the touch, kept cold by some mechanical means long forgotten, and she closed the panel. With her index finger she adjusted a set of numerals to read 31. Thirty-one days until the blood preserved in the pan would be dispensed to whomever slumbered in the vault. To Vlad. So that he may awaken from hibernation and take the reins of power in Amelia's stead should anything befall her.