Baron Monticourt ignored her expression of pleasure regarding the food. He in fact wasn’t at all surprised, giving her rather malnourished looking state from being poorly fed in a dungeon for five years. Honestly, she looked and sounded to be in better shape than he had hoped for. He stood before Cecilia across the table, feet together and arms raised and somewhat crossed over his chest. “The Loyalist Coalition was founded just four months back, by myself and a few others, whom you will meet tomorrow. For the past few months we’ve been working to organize and supply ourselves, as well as develop plans and strategies for realizing our goal of seeing the Serpent Queen dethroned. We’ve managed to gain the support of several nobles and military officials, and have also secured an impressive amount of funds to support us as well. And now we have you, Your Ladyship. We have successfully rescued the rightful heir to the throne and have laid a foundation for possibility, for a better future. For we believe you will make a far finer and more just Queen than Malva.” The Baron turned and casually strolled off to Cecilia’s left, toward the rustic old boiler nearby. He continued as he came to a stop before the old contraption,”In short Your Majesty, by securing your safety, we now have you as a beacon of hope. More will rally to our cause when they see that we not only rescued you, but wish to see you acclaim the throne of Alvion. I know you have made no commitment yet, and forgive me if I speak out of line Your Ladyship, but you must realize we are your only hope in reclaiming your birthright from your wicked aunt.”