[Tyranny: Loyal Troops] Isabella threatens the delegates (-2 Budget)

Isabella set the folder down on the table, her fingers lightly tracing its edge as she collected her thoughts. The amount listed was astronomical, enough to make even the wealthiest Montesoran families think twice. Luckily, her war chest, though stretched thin by the recent chaos, should be able to cover it, though it would leave her with little left.

"Very well. I will authorise the funds to be released. Speaking of, I have managed to convince Serrano to join our side. Do you think his help would be sufficient in swinging the votes?"

"Isabella!" Her uncle exclaimed, " How have you managed to do that? This is amazing news. I mean... if he can send some of troops down to the districts, in the name of military exercises, of course. I'm sure that will intimidate the delegates, enough to keep them in line. We might not even need the money, haha!"

He caught her eyebrow raising, and coughed, clearing his throat. "Well, that's not to say money is bad. In fact, we should probably still hand some out, just to be safe. Still, I am confident that we can secure the votes for you now."

"That's excellent news, Uncle!" Isabella exclaimed, beaming. She rose to her feet, smoothing the wrinkles in her dress.

"Thank you for your counsel today, Uncle. Now, I have other meetings to prepare for, so I must take my leave. Will you be joining me at the funeral?"

"I wouldn't miss it, Bella," he said, bowing his head. "Good luck, and stay safe."

She embraced him once more, then turned and left the room, back straightened with renewed purpose.

Gain [Iron Fist], Gain [Popular Vote]