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((One on one RP between WanderingRanger and Bryancha))

Lady Clementari, noble of Alasny, paced her terrace. Her arms crossed over her ordnate dress, worth much money, she impatiently awaited the arrival of a mysterious Lord Kristjan. She tossed some brunette hair back over her shoulder and pondered over the letter she had recieved once again. It had not really said why Lord Kristjan wished to meet her, it just simply asked for an audience. In fact, Clementari really couldn't say that she had heard of this "Kristjan" before either.

She continued her pacing again, when she was interuppted by her maidservant. "Milady, Lord Kristjan has arrived. Shall I let him in?"

Lady Clementari nodded. "At once! Permit him only to the large hall, where I shall meet him shortly." Nobles never came right away to any visitor's beck and call. Too undignified.
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The maidservant, whose name was Eowilindë, walked quickly down the stairs from her master's room to the front door, and clapped for the doormen to open them. She quickly ran her fingers through her red hair before the doors could fully open. There, on the steps, stood Lord Kristjan, or at least, so she assumed. Having not seen him before, she could only guess, though it was rather obvious.

"Welcome to Lady Clementari's home, noble of Alasny. Please come in, she will be with you shortly."

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Lord Viggo Kristjan nodded, his handsome, olive face streaked with sweat from the ride. Sweat that was falling over and running in rivlets down the scar that ran the length of the left side of his face. He had a generic green and black riding tunic and a red cloak that waved out after him. Had he not been so tired, he might have more nearly noticed the odd, raw beauty of the maidservant. But he was far too exhausted from the ride and far to eager to sit to notice this. He strode purposefully into the room and took an armchair without asking for permission or which he should choose. His two guards followed him and stood near the wall opposite. His other entorege had gone to find shelter and food. Lord Kristjan had work to do, though. He needed to woo a noble for marriage, and he needed to do it as quickly as possible. Viggo's older brother, who had previously decided to let Viggo have the noble house. Well now the brother was back, and demanding Viggo's estate and title and lands. Viggo needed bigger, better lands. He was going to best his brother, and win back the right he'd deserved. Lord Kristjan ran a hand through his hair and snapped at the maidservant. "Water and ale, girl," he said without so much as a look to her.

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Eowilindë wrinkled her nose, green eyes flashing. She sighed inwardly. *They're all the same.* she thought, and went to go do what she had been "ordered" to do. He probably didn't even know she was a paid servant. Probably didn't care. The noble Lord had been born into priviledge, and they all expected others to do work for them. After all, if one has priviledge, shouldn't one use it?

Eowilindë went into the kitchen, knowing the Lord Kristjan wouldn't move from his seat. He had been in enough Noble houses to know not to go anywhere, nor did he desire to go anywhere. She promptly put some water, ale, and two glasses on a tray. She straigtened out her simple, but elegant dress out again. It was a light shade of green, the Lady's favorite color. Even though she was but a simple maidservant, Lady Clementari insisted on all her servants (paid or not) looking nice. Said it made one look classier. Eowilindë doubted it made anyone but Lady Clementari look classier, or in other words, richer. The elf maid did have to admit that the dress accented her figure quite nicely.

Thoughts aside, she picked up the tray and carried it back into the hall, where Lord Krisjal was sitting right where she left him. *Spoiled, pampered people these Nobles are.* she thought again with a bit contempt, though not without jealousy. At least Nobles provided good pay, not to mention living quarters.

She set the tray down next to the Lord. "Your water and ale, my Lord."

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Lord Kristjan looked up, and finally noticed the beauty of the girl before him. He gave her a tiny smile. "Thank you," he said, taking the glass of water and drinking deeply from it. His throat was parched and the water felt good and cool down his throat. "When will Lady Clementari be arriving?" he asked in a much smoother, more sinuous voice. The hint of foul purpose there could not be overlooked.

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Before she could resond, though, Lady Clementari herself appeared.

"Ah, Lord Kristjan, pleased to make your acquaintence. Indeed you wrote me a letter. What did you wish to speak to me about?"

The Lady awaited her answer, and Eowilindë could not help but observe her master. While Clementari was of Elven kind, she was not one who would be considered, beautiful. She was rather plain, in fact, for her kind, though for being Elven, she was still rather stunning, at least to others.

She turned her gaze to the Lord. She supposed he was handsome, for human standards. Not too bad looking. Though honestly, nobles didn't care if you looked good or not. Your money and prestige is all that seemed to matter to them.

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Viggo got to his feet in one quick, smooth movement and bowed before Lady Clementari, a little lower perhaps than was necessary. "My Lady Clementari," he said, smiling winningly at her. The expression alleiviated all look of exhaustion and even made the scar disappear a bit more. She was pretty, yes. But more importantly, she had power. He took her hand and gently kissed it. "It is an honor to meet you, My Lady," he simpered. He pondered her question. He hadn't expected her to b e so forward so quickly. His eyebrow raised in a brief bout of thoughts of what it might be like to be married to her, and then he answered, "My lady, with your permission, I am exhausted from the ride today. Let me suffice to say that when I had heard of your beauty and your renown, I could not help but make the acquaintance of someone such as you," he said, smiling again at her.

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Lady Clementari raised an eyebrow and turned away slightly. She was used to people coming to her, wanting something from her. He would be no different, no matter what he said or did.

"Very well then. Eowilindë, show the Lord to his room."

Eowilindë nodded at the already departing Lady. It still amazed her how nobles acted. She knew very well that Clementari had really nothing to do, yet here she was, walking away, pretending that she had no time in the world.

The maid sighed. "This way, my Lord."

She led him up the stairs and past many rooms, until she came to one on the far end. She opened the door for him, and stepped aside. "Is there anything you require, sir?"

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Viggo raised an eyebrow. Lady Clementari seemed rudely abrupt with him, a guest in her home. Perhaps this elven lady was going to be more difficult to woo than he had expected. He bowed to her as she left without so much as a word to him, dropping his smile as soon as her back was turned. The lord drew a hand across his brow to wipe the last of the cooling sweat there and he paused before following the elven maid out of the room and up the stairs. He noticed that his room was not amongst the foremost ones, something that he rolled his eyes at. Clearly Lady Clementari did not deem him worthy enough, instead placing him at one of the far rooms. In all truth, if he was to be perfectly honest with himself, Lord Kristjan doubted that he, a mere mortal, might be able to successfully get an elven noble to fall for him. They simply came from different realms, they had different customs….and she would far outlive him. But he shook his head, brow furrowed in determination. He needed the land and the money. He needed a title, before his brother decided he wanted it.

Lord Kristjan swept past the maid, surveying his room which was actually a small cluster of three rooms; a main room with a desk and couches, a bedroom, and a private wash room. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his hand and sat down on the couch facing the door, resting his head tiredly against the back of it. “Draw me a bath,” he said. As far as Viggo was concerned, servants were there for one purpose only: to serve at his command. He opened one eye and watched her. It didn’t hurt that she was bad looking, either. Beautiful, even, if she’d had more money and had been higher ranking. “What’s your name?” he asked bluntly.

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These nobles! Eowilindë seriously doubted she would still be here if the pay was not high enough. Putting up with the pampered "species" really got on one's nerves.

She watched him simply sit down and order for a bath to be drawn. She inclined her head, briefly wondering what would happen if he was made to do things for himself. But then, halfway to the bath, he asked another question.

She turned around to face him, dress swishing with her. "Eowilindë, my Lord." She inclined again barely at the waist, then went in to draw the bath.

It took her 15 minutes to get the warm bath ready. She walked back out into the main room, to find Lord Kristjan precisely where she left him. His eyes were closed, and she hesitated. If she woke him, he might be angry, but if she didn't ask if he needed anything else, he might be angry about that too. Well, it was a lose-lose situation. She'd just take her chances. "Will that be all, my Lord?" she asked, with a straight face.

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Lord Kristjan opened his eyes and raised his head, having forgotten that she was there. “Eowilindë, is it?” he asked, and finally gave her a smile. “I wonder if I might speak with you while I bathe.” It didn’t seem odd at all to him that he might be stripping all his clothes in front of a servant-girl. It wasn’t the same as if, say, a noble were in the room. “I’m afraid I haven’t quite done my research on Lady Clementari.” Viggo got to his feet with a tired grunt and removed his boots as he spoke, leaning on the back of the couch to balance himself. In turns, Viggo cast Eowilindë interested glances and then he would refuse to meet her eye. She was quite the proverbial sight for sore eyes. “I would greatly appreciate it if you would answer a few questions I had concerning your Lady. Get the lay of the land, so to speak.” He gave the servant a wink then, waiting for her answer.

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