[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

"Grave tidings indeed, Your Majesty. If you know of him, I implore you, please share your findings with us. I had not wished to act too overtly against him without knowing what he is and what he wants, but that you grant him the appellation of 'Golden Trickster' speaks to his character. We have, if it pleases your Majesty, been fortunate enough to come across a Rune that protects against eldritch influence and enables one to see through illusions--should you wish me to brand you with this Rune, or any members of your household, it would be a privilege and an honour. We have made the first move against him, in that we have freed the First Hunter from his thrall, and will continue to muster allies. It is more imperative than ever that you must be freed from your confinement, Your Majesty, if you are to stand with us--I will fulfill all three of your quests." Ophelia replied, bowing her head lower and more reverently. Pride--one might even say Ego--was a trap that she would not allow to get in the way of her goals. She would debase herself thoroughly to see the work done, though there was not even the faintest pricking of that sensation that she had to overcome as she knelt before Queen Annalise.

Ruling because one's family had always ruled was, to Ophelia's mind, no point of merit--but Yharnam [i]did[/i] need a leader outside of the failing system of the Healing Church. Perhaps this was why the Healing Church had sought to vilify her lineage and her right to rule, that the reign of power in the old order would never have allowed the trespasses that they committed... though the fact she never once heard about Cainhurst while growing up suggested that her parents had tried to leave that life behind. She wondered why, and would do her best to get to the bottom of that, but could not ignore the present reality that Cainhurst could prove to be exceptionally valuable allies.