- Sans3629
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The matriarch of the winter family had the honor to welcome a very special guest today. It was none other than her future stepson. Faolan Pyrrhos. Perhaps not the most obvious choice as husband for her only daughter. But Cassiopeia had insisted on the match. Since in her eyes he would be perfect for the role. He was quiet and unassuming. And if Allison would ever take over her father's place, she needed a husband just like that. Someone who wouldn't take the spotlight away from her. No, that simply wouldn't do. Allison was the star of the show. And whoever she would happen to marry had to take a backseat. It was the only way she could rule effectively someday.
Cassiopeia took a sip of her chardonnay as she noticed a servant slip silently into the room."Lord Pyrrhos is here, my lady, must I bring him back here?" The woman didn't answer right away. Not because the question was especially hard, but because she hadt yet decided on a course of action. Yes, letting a servant lead him back to her apartments would be the most common thing to do. But she would be lying if she didn't gain just a little bit of pleasure in taking the boy by surprise every now and then. "No, I shall go to him myself, thank you Marial." She said dissmissing the maid. And with that she stood up from her chair and with a graceful stride made way out of her chambers down the long spiral stairs, across the long hall. And into the guest room. Where he was. The woman almost didn't seem him. Faolan did always have a knack for blending into the background of every setting he happened to find himself in so she noticed. Though Cassiopeia supposed, it was an unintentional habit of his. The woman smiled at the young man. "How good of you to come," She declared with a voice laced with honey. As she moved forward to greet him properly.
But when she did so, she entirely accidentally lost her grip over the white feathered fan she was holding on to. Causing it to fall to the ground right before her feet. The mature looking woman placed her hand over her chest, faking a shocked reaction. "Oh, how clumsy of me." She looked down at the object on the floor for a few moments before moved her eyes to look at Faolan instead. "Be a dear will you, and hand me back my fan."
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- dodo5649
there is a rabid beast in me
I am a bruise — the soft rot of a peach
"How good of you to come." The youngest boy of the Pyrrhos family moved one arm beind his back and the other in front of his stomach as he bowed his head in her direction. "Thank you for having me, your grace." He replied with his voice buisness like and polite as always when he met the family of his fiancée. The arm behind his back held a bouquet of flowers that he had bought that morning. There was not much more to say, because the qoman had dropped her fan. On accident of course. "Be a dear will you, and hand me back my fan."
"Of course," Faolan replied instantly, but then looked down at the flowers in his hand. "If you would be so kind to hold this, your grace.. I don't want to break the stems." If there was any trace of amusement in his body visible it disappeared as quickly as snow on a sunny day. Now, it was sort of known that the woman in front of him disliked flowers, but who was Faolan to believe the rumours that spread around like wildfire in Alderrath? If he had to believe every single one of them there would be a lot of wrong information about people stored in every nook and cranny of his brain.
The bouquet he handed to the duchess of Ashmoor was a rather big one. There were different kinds of flowers that would give the room a gentle floral scent, but nothing that felt suffocating in the way that flowers sometimes did. Some of the flowers, however, were known to discard their pollen whenever they liked, leaving a yellowy powder on clothing and tables. It just so happened to be the duchess of Ashmoor that was holding the flowers maybe a bit too close to her clothing. But Faolan knew nothing about flowers of course. He was a man. That thought was absurd. Faolan picked the white feathered fan from the floor and offered it back to her.
Two could play this game, after all.
- Sans3629
There’s no good or evil only power
And those who are too weak to seek it
Faolan approached her, with the rather large bouquet in hand. He asked if she were to hold it for him, while he would retrieve her fan from the floor. But really, she didn't have a choice in the matter. Because before she knew it, the damned things were shoved in her hands. And if that wasn't bad enough, when they touched her all to expensive clothing, they released a sort of pollen like powder. That seemed to stick to her garments. All but ruining it. That was rather clever, she would admit. The stakes were definitely raised after this little stunt. Before the young man could straighten himself to offer back her feathered fan. She met him half way. Almost engulfing him with her body. Her face was just inches apart for him. But she wasn't close enough to touch. She managed to balance the bundle of flowers on one arm. Having the other one freed. She grabbed Faolan's wrist. Tightly. And she stared at him with a dangerous, yet playful spark in her eyes. "My my, do you see what your little gift has done to my dress?" She mused softly. Almost like a serpent would. Cassiopeia stayed like that for an uncomfortable amount of time. Before she finally moved away from the man. She walked across the room and placed the bouquet on a table standing right before a large window. "You aren't the only engagement I have for today you know?" She turned to him again. "In fact, my schedule is quite tight." She attempted to brush away the powder from the gown. Though she knew it wouldn't come off. "And I simply don't have the time to change into something else. Since that usually takes me awhile." What she fed the boy now was a lie followed up by a line of truth. She had a rather open day, so if she wanted to, she could easily change into something else. Even if it would take her an hour or two. "I'd almost say that it's easier to just-" Cassiopeia wrapped her fingers around the piece of cloth that was covering her appendage. "Take it all off." With a good amount of force. She ripped it apart. Exposing part of her upper arm. And just the tiniest bit of her shoulder. She shot her eyes back at the young lord before her. She could rip her entire gown apart if she so pleased. The man wouldn't really see anything of interest. She always wore a multitude of layers. Though she wouldn't know that from this stage.
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- dodo5649
there is a rabid beast in me
I am a bruise — the soft rot of a peach
When she finally moved away Faolan straightened his back and left the fan where it was on the floor. ”If you didn’t like the flowers, your grace, you could have just told me.” Yes, he was definitely asking for his funeral today. ”There is no need to undress.” Faolan had his eyes averted, staring out of the window instead of in her direction. You never knew with the Winters. They had a knack for going for the extremes. In almost every situation imaginable. ”After all I am engaged to your daughter,”he added with a matter of fact tone.
- Sans3629
There’s no good or evil only power
And those who are too weak to seek it
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