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[dendarii]

"This is - Emperor Vorkosigan. Leave a message and We will return it at Our earliest convenience."

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voice : un: priorly

[priorly]

[Wherever Prior is, it sounds loud.]

What kind of a message is that? Miles, no one uses the royal We on their answering service. Are you home?

[dendarii]

[ Yeah. Um. Miles is more concerned about the noise. ]

You never know who's calling me. [ A beat. ] I'm holed up inside my room, yes. Where are you?

[priorly]

Then get an official line for dignitaries and sound like a human on the personal one. Is Byerly there?

[Question cunningly deflected. He's somewhat out of breath.]

[dendarii]

Probably. I would have to go and see. Why?

[priorly]

Oh - doesn't matter, just curious. If you see him, tell him I'll be late back tonight.

[m-m-misfire - voice to text: UN: Priorly]

[priorly]

[IMAGE ATTACHMENT]

I swear to god, slutty invalid should not be such a hard look to nail down. Do you think he'd like it?

ILU

[dendarii]

[ Um. Miles opens the message. Blinks at it a moment. ]

Who would like it?

[priorly]

[Which is a strange text to get from Miles, out of the blue.

Prior blinks at his screen a little closer, scrolls up and - well, fuck. Fuck.]

Oh, no one. No one you know. No one at all, actually. No hablo englessh senor.

[dendarii]

[ Oh no, he's not letting him get away that easily. ]

If it was no one, why did you send it to me?

[priorly]

¿Qué? Disculpe señor, tengo el número equivocado!

voice | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

Your message is horrendous. You just might be the worst at sounding regal, and your cousin was playing Emporer for months.

How do you feel about jewelry, dear Miles?

[dendarii]

I have to try, don't I?

[ But he knows it's silly, so he won't belabor the point. ]

I don't wear much of it myself, but I'm not opposed to a minor trinket or two. Why do you ask?

[flashystyle]

I was wondering if you'd like to wear a brooch I received yesterday morning. It holds a single defensive spell, so you'd be better for it than I. If you don't waste it.

[dendarii]

[ Miles ... blinks at his comm for a moment. There's a long moment of silence. ]

You want to give it to me?

[flashystyle]

[Dorian raises his brows during that time, answering slowly:]

Yyyes? Have I offended you?

text; un: eproghuefgdzptrrw

[vorrutyer]

[ This is a slightly stressful message to send. But, well - Byerly certainly hasn't been a good vassal, lately. Kidnapped, then unconscious for days afterwards due to that dire spell, and then - well. He's spent the past few days fighting unconsciousness, staying high to stay awake. And he's...Well. He probably needs to stop. He really needs to stop. So. ]

Sire, may I make a rather unorthodox request?

[dendarii]

[ Unusual enough that Miles doesn't reply immediately. He'd hovered while Byerly had been unconscious, then been a bit awkward and distant when he'd been awake. He hasn't exactly been a good liege lord, either. ]

By all means.

[vorrutyer]

Order me to sobriety.

[dendarii]

What?

[vorrutyer]

[ A few minutes. ]

Never mind. Forget it.

voice - to - text : un: priorly

[priorly]

Tell me, is it within the gift of the Emperor to create a Vor?

[dendarii]

More or less. Yes. I'd face political trouble if I tried it back home, but...

[ Well. Here it hardly matters. ]

[priorly]

Then I would ask your Grace's favor.

[dendarii]

[ There's a long pause. A very long pause. ]

May I ask why?

[priorly]

I have an... associate who requires the protection of rank.