OOC: Oh my dear lord, that's incredibly silly of me.
My Overlords and Overladies,
I seem to have confused the undoubtedly impeccable Overlord of Whedawall with the thieving Overlady of Wonderland's neighbor, Underempire. Our message was, in fact, intended for her side.
I offer my most sincere apologies to Whedawall and its ruler Charl E. Main, and hope that they might excuse this oversight.
We assure Whedawall that, as far as far as Wonderland is concerned, there is no strife between us.
Janis closed the book, her usually pale cheeks blushing bright red. She'd never been the diplomat her father had been, but this was a remarkable misstep by any standards. She was only grateful that Charl E. Main was more confused than upset. It didn't seem like any damage had been done; beyond the hit to her ego, at least. Janis sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose. This was why she needed courtiers.