Ma Dame,
Je m'appelle Yvette de Bordeleaux, and I am regent to the Planet of Lyon and the Border System of Lyonnais as the Matrone of the Bordeleaux Family, my cousin Sabine, is currently deployed and away at this time. Rest assured that this will be forwarded to her desk, and while it's not in my power to reveal her whereabouts, I am at least able to speak for her as far as the personal affairs of the Bordeleaux Family are concerned.
Truly, madmoiselle, I grieve for your family. We Bordeleaux are no strangers to intrigues of our own from and none other than our own kin, and so I am familiar with the pains that afflict you. I am not sure however to what extent we may be able to help - we are a Margrave Nobility on the borders of our kingdom's space; hardly close enough to the core territories to influence the Royal Court, or at least not yet. But if there is anything you would ask, by the Matrone's blessing we would help you. The House of Gallia was built on both the sacrifices of the commons and the lords, and we will not see nobility besmirched so long as our family stands.
Our doors are open to you, and yourself and any members of your family are free to dock at Planet Lyon. About half of us, including Sabine, have not been home for a few weeks now, but the family's advisers, seers and myself should be able to entertain you should you decide to pay us a visit. I will notify the Lady in advance of course, so that should you two meet out there, pleasantries may be skipped.
The Bordeleaux Family, with its proud tradition of service to the Royal Navy and the Ministry for Foreign Affairs, wishes you well.
Yvette, out.