The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"So it seems," Zevran confirms after a second's pause to note the shift. "Claudia seems convinced at least. Enough so that she is attempting to force Neshim to swear a magical vow of silence on the matter. Evidently this is... very serious, and for more than just the relation, but I was more concerned with you than pushing for answers."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We can use this," says Cedric, ruthless as always. "We can get enmeshed with the family. If we can find a way that isn't marriage..."

[Zevran]

Zevran looks over her shoulder, his expression showing his doubts clearly. "I worry about our ability to... swim in such deep waters," he murmurs carefully.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have to do what I can now, before I vanish," reasons Cedric. "I have to make sure all three of us are safe. You, us, and the babe. I can't be used as a brood mare forever, it's just not going to work."

[Zevran]

"Granted and given," Zevran agrees easily. "Though from what I understand, they're not likely to wish to breed a merikos so..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Are there many others with my particular bloodline?"

[Claudia Emerison]

Evidently paying more attention than she appeared to be, Claudia glances over at them as the full-bloodied gnome glowers at her. "The Matriarch has three daughters, six granddaughters ad now a grandniece. And, uh... eight grandsons, I think?" She pauses, giving Coquette a longer look. "How're you doing by the way? That was... more than advertised, to say the least."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric waves off the latter question. "I understand that the Matriarch has been quite fertile. But surely there are few who trace their bloodline through the Sunlit Elves as well as the Shadowed?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"True..." Claudia says slowly, lips pursing. "But that's not an advantage in the Enclave. Elves aren't exactly a welcome race."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is, however, a factor." Cedric frowns, mulling it over. "The risk seems low of both death and marriage. What other options remain?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Options for what?" Claudia asks, looking a trifle lost.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What do you expect the Matriarch to say or do, when we present this information to her?" asks Cedric, patiently, if a trifle annoyed. 

[Claudia Emerison]

Voice sharpening a little, Claudia throws her hands up as she replies, "I've basically no clue! I joked about her marrying you off, which is entirely possible, but she could just as easily vanish you or give you a blood gift and or dowry or she could make you an heir candidate-- well, no, probably not that, as you're not pureblood. Unless she decides to 'correct' that and modify our memories so we all think you were always a pureblood drow but at this point I'm going full on hysteria. Bag?" 

Before Zevran can start to process most of that, especially the ending, the sylph escort hands her an oil-skin pouch that the merikos gnome starts breathing into.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You're being irrational," says Cedric, voice a little sharp. "You are unlikely to be punished for bringing this to her attention. Preliminary reports suggest she is fair, if harsh. You have done no wrong. I, however, am likely to be judged a mistake of heritage. I will need to impress her."

[Claudia Emerison]

Zevran rests a hand on Cedric's hip, a supportive gesture but also one asking for caution, or perhaps care. "Take a moment, Lady Claudia," he says soothingly. "This is rather a shock to us all. My love is correct however, in that you are very unlikely to be punished in the slightest. We--"

Pulling the bag down, Claudia shakes her head. "Not worried about-- Not worried about her. Worried about--" She shudders, eyes closing briefly. "Sorry. I, uh, I don't do well with..." She has to replace the bag, hand trembling.

Voice curt, Lo'Quin adds, "she doesn't play political games. Not for years now, even a little. She can't really."