Although she might have remained calm on the outside, with her face remaining the perfect mask of tranquillity, inside Belladonna was actually freaking out.
'W-what is he doing?! Who does he think I am?! No wait... Maybe I can take advantage of this. He's a Duke. Those are high up, right? I think so... He looks important anyways. Maybe I can fleece him for some goods, or get something good out of this!
Oh god... But what if he kills me when he finds out I'm not this 'Emissary' person. In fact, why the hell does he think I'm an emissary in the first place?!
Okay... Okay... Calm down Val. You've got this. You've seen plenty of people as fancy as some 'Emissary'. Just channel your clients, and play the part. I just really hope he doesn't expect me to have an accent.'
