In truth, she did not quite understand what the Rider meant when he spoke of âabsolute authorityâ. Though his dissatisfaction in having it compared to magecraft did give her a solid idea of itâs source. Perhaps like herself, he too had roots in the divine. In which case, she truly did feel bad about her errorâŚÂ
âIf that is what it is, then of course I welcome the correction. My apologies, for presuming of a more terrestrial source.â
As Ivan ârewroteâ his words upon the parchment, and cited his desire to consider her suggestions, Raikouâs arm reached out to grasp at the quill and inkwell which sat beside her. Thenâ without missing a beatâ she began to pen an addendum at the very end. A fusion of the two Servantâs preferences, with a little splash of modern sensibility thrown in.
âSurely we can both have our way. Donât you think?â She chirped, as her hand danced across the page.
âWhat would you think about closing it all out with something like âPlease, by the grace of god, abide this order. Hope to hear from you soon! XOXOâ? That sounds quite alright, does it not?â
It didnât. But it also seemed unlikely that Raikou was fully capable of picking up on the severe dissonance caused by her choice of words. Let alone the social faux pas involved.Â
HE COULD HEAR SOMETHING LIKE THE DESPERATE SCREECH of brakes being hit when she brought up this suggestion. It was almost too real, abstract nonsense echoing inside his head. âNO-â His denial didnât wait a momentâs notice. This was such atrocious form, it succeeded in unearthing memories of over 450 years back.
The most elegant paper was picked to address him, decorated with patterns in gold- but the envelope was sealed wrong! And of all things the content! The content! Atrociously written brief sentences, in the tone of addressing a baron, not an emperor, leaving out all of his titles, nevermind the formatting--- This was it. The worst ending form heâs read since the âVirgin Queenâsâ letters.
He supported his head with the tips of his fingers. âPLEASE REMOVE âPLEASE BY THE GRACE OF GOD ABIDE THIS ORDERâ. ERASE âXOXOâ.â Which left them with a rather pleasant âHope to hear from you soon!âÂ
âTHIS SHOULD BE A GOOD COMPROMISE.â The removed by the Grace of God left the paper and wandered into the world of his mind where he had to pray that she wouldnât come up with anything to beat it.