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Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

It took him three whole days to prepare for this. Getting the meat, making it ready, finding all the other ingredients. He had so much work and preparation on this dinner, but he wanted it to be exactly like the vision he had about it. This dinner was important. It was to show that the Rizal and the Trygg families were still on one line, that there was respect within the families and that they could trust each other. And it was his job to make sure that everyone had a good time and could enjoy some good food. And that it took so long, that was just common within the kitchen. Mortem took off a lid from the pan and sniffed the air, ah, perfect. This would be ready for tonight. And he was positive that people would enjoy it. The man turned around, just in time to see that it was getting late. He had to hurry and change, before his guests would arrive. Luckily it only took him a few minutes to change his clothes, fix his salt and pepper hair and peeked in the mirror for the last time. He had no important visions of late and wondered how this night would play out. He couldn’t think about it for very long, as someone knocked on his heavy wooden door.

born an angel, heaven-sent
falls from grace are never elegant

Even though the capital was blessed with a pleasant temperature compared to the rest of the North, a soft, chilling, Greenwilt breeze managed to send a chill down the woman's spine as she made her way towards her cousin's mansion. Tonight she would leave the Ishgard temple for a special occasion; a dinner between her kin and that of the Trygg's. While her dearest cousin Mortem had promised to provide the feast, Camilla made sure to provide.. something else. An offer to unite the two influencial families. The High Priestess had thought long and carefully about this matter. Ever since she managed to take her daughter home the woman had kept her eyes out for a potential, future bachelor. A man influencial enough to offer something to the family, but with a mind that would be prone to corruption. She had to be able to mold this boy in a similar way she had managed to mold her daughter. A boy willing to abandon his family home and move into the Rizal estate with Alyssia, keeping her close enough to maintain her public facade.

Perhaps, she finally found the perfect candidate in the form of a scrawny, skinny blonde. One with a family name that would strenghten that of her own. One that went by the name of Ve Trygg.

"Mortem," she announced her arrival as the knocked on the familiar, wooden door. Her voice would be enough for him to recognise. She shot a quick glance at her silver haired daughter before the door would open. Alyssia stood but a few steps behind her as Kenji remained by her side. Her desciscion had been mapped out so precisely, and still her stomache seemed to twist by the idea of giving her daughter away. Alyssia was hers. She would remain to be hers until Ranaan would personally rip them apart one day. No man, no boy, no Trygg would be able to change that.

@ Tryggzal schatjes x

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Although Isabella was not the most social person, she looked forward to the dinner that would be held today. The estate felt big and empty without her parents or her sisters here, and she was looking forward to having as much of the family together as possible. Although she was also slightly nervous - because she knew the Tryggs were also invited, and she didn't know them too well. She did have a plant for Ve; after she had helped him when he had fallen, she noticed that one of the plants that had warned her seemed to speak out to her, and so she had taken a little cut of it home and planted it. It was not a terribly big plant - she didn't know him very well, and she couldn't really get a grip on him - but it was a beautiful little vine nonetheless. It had been reaching out lately, towards the area where her family's plants were. She supposed it might have been a sign of this dinner, where their families would be together. Although Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. When she arrived at her cousin's house, she noticed Camilla and Alyss were already there. Isabella walked over to them. "Hey, how are you?", she asked both of them, although she kind of already knew from the state of their plants, of course. Still - she didn't get the chance to talk to her sister all that often anymore, and although their relationship had always been strained, Camilla was still her sister.

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So much had happened in the past few months and now there was one more thing to juggle on top of the ever-growing pile: a dinner between the Trygg and Rizal families. The dinner would take place at Mortem Rizal’s home where Erek had been for the first time only a few weeks prior. He knew he had to go, but still Erek wished he could skip the event. He wasn’t a fan of these social dinners, they always seemed so fake, reassuring the participants had positive relationships towards each other while not caring about actually knowing the other party. And on top of that there already was so much on his mind: his nieces and nephew kept fighting, Ve had fallen sick again not long ago, his own children were always on his mind, and Sleetspire really needed him to return to the city.

But he needed to ward all those thoughts off tonight. He slipped into his nicest clothing, he needed to make a good impression after all, and made himself ready for the dinner. Not much later he was on the road and could already see figures standing in front of Mortem Rizal’s door. “Good evening,” Erek spoke to the people already there as he arrived at the house after which he greeted all of them properly. It seemed he was the first of the Trygg family to make it; unless there were other guests already inside.

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

The moment he opened his door, he was greeted with the sight of his lovely cousin. ”Camilla, glad you could make it.” He grinned and stepped aside for her to enter. ”Ah, and young Alyssia, lovely to see you again.” He winked at his younger cousin. Mortem was always happy to see his family again, even under tense circumstances like these. He had the feeling that Camilla was tense about something. He helped the two ladies out of their coats and just wanted to show them towards the dining room, when a new knock presented itself. In front of his door was yet another cousin, Isabella to be precise. He smiled widely, she was the one visiting him the most afterall and he was glad she was here right now. ”Come in, come in,” he told her while making room for her. ”Camilla and Alyssia should be in the dining room. Here, let me help you.” He held out her hand to help her with her coat and hung it at the coat rack. Especially for this occasion, he had placed two more racks just to be sure.
Just before Mortem wanted to close the door, he noticed yet another figure walking towards his door. The governor of Sleetspire, and someone he had over for dinner just a few weeks prior. He wondered what kind of impression he had made on the man. He was a fascinating person to speak with and would be an asset for tonight's dinner. ”Good evening,” he welcomed the man. ”You can give your coat to me, my cousins are already in the dining room.” He gestured to take the coat of the man and hang it at the rack. Meanwhile, he hoped that he had at least some time to check up on the food. Maybe he should have hired someone for all of this, but then again, he liked to welcome his guests in person.