Lord Ashton of Brixley studied the lines on the letter that now sat on his expensive oak desk, and looked at the blank piece of paper beside it, fountain pen in hand, poised to write a response. The gold tip nearly - nearly - pressed to the page, but restrained himself, remembering the sage advice his teacher back at the academy had given him - 'never write in anger'.
It was hard advice to follow, especially as he read the letter again, feeling the anger swell in him even more, despite knowing the words to come.
Damn the arrogant Antyans, and damn their demands! They had no right, none whatsoever, to the sea lanes they coveted. They knew that, but still pressed anyway.
Ashton stood and moved his portly frame around his desk, and gazed at the bookcase. Behind tempered glass resided entire volumes of exquisite bound novels; some reminding him of his childhood, others were documents of wars and battles gone by - tactical and strategic masterpieces from his predecessors. In his reflection, he wished he had taken the time to maintain the physique of his younger days - he had been lean back then, but now, years of over-indulgence had caught up on him - his chin now had a chin of its own, and his face was permanently red from too many glasses of brandy.
My moustache needs a trim... he idly though to himself. His hair was rather in need of cutting too. Curly ginger locks were unbecoming of the Lord of the Eshurg Navy.
He wanted to open up the case and take a look at them - especially the ones about warfare. Oh how he wanted to stick a round of grape shot up Antyan arses...
Deep breath Antony, deep breath... he steadied himself, knowing full well her Majesty did not desire war. It was in everyone's best interests to find a diplomatic resolution to the crisis.
Still, as he sat back down and read the letter a third time, his fury boiled. The gall, the nerve, of the Antyan government! They had never liked Eshurg or its stranglehold over the western sea trade routes, but Eshurg had worked hard to create and protect those routes, and spent the best part of a century developing good relations with the empires beyond the Crest Islands. Why should they give up any of that?
Illegal goods, weapons shipments, the undermining of Antyan reputations and status in the west... it was rubbish. Eshurg had never shipped weapons to anyone, let alone people with anti-Antyan sentiment (well, not that Lord Ashton knew of, at any rate). And he knew the Antyan ambassadors in that part of the world were not shy of undermining Eeshurg influence whenever they had the chance! Posturing was part of the game after all... but Eshurg had never sought to stifle Antyan activities; instead, they sought only to counter the more extravagant and outrageous claims. Like claims of illegal goods and weapons shipments. Claims Antyan officials were making more and more.
Hence their desire to demand more access to hard-won trade routes. Ashton wanted to write two very blunt words to the Antyan embassy, but he restrained himself. No, he decided. The Antyans will not manipulate their way into our trade routes, greedy dogs...