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Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction:@Conscripts Dr.John @Tpartywithzombi Ariella @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Lava Alckon Farim, @ReusableSword Roman, @Potter Olivia, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk
Attire:Dress, Bathing Suit Underneath, Light-colored beach sandals, Hair tied back in a low-style ponytail with a lace ribbon


"Sometimes the most valiant work is often thankless, but I promise you, it matters immensely, no matter what. You are undoubtedly a hero," Charlotte assured the doctor.

It was then Charlotte became aware of another presence. She glanced over to see a black-haired man in a straw hat. Then she paused with curiosity as he spoke to her. Her eyes lingered on his features as an image of her grandmother filled her mind. His features were reminiscent, yet not quite the same. He was actually rather unique looking and it gave her the feeling that perhaps he was not from the Alidasht at all, but somewhere further.

Still, it was a treat to have the face of Aina Cristian, though, to Charlotte, she had always been Nana. It had been so long since she had seen her Nana. It was hard for her to travel in her old age, but she had at least gotten to see her during her mother's funeral after so many years. She had always been smiling, even on such a difficult day she had welcomed Charlotte into her arms with a smile.

She quickly snapped back to the present, realizing she was in the midst of a conversation. She met the man's gaze, and a touch of confusion lingered in her expression as he seemed to be apologizing. Nevertheless, Charlotte responded with a warm smile, appreciating the sentiment even if she wasn't entirely sure what he was apologizing for. "Hello there! That's okay...It's nice to meet you." In a true Charlotte fashion, she could not help adding as well, " You have such a lovely face."

It was then yet another person showed up and to Charlotte's delight, it was the teddy-bear of a person Lord Roman. She urgently moved up to give Roman a light hug, not seeming to mind that he was wet at all. The two had not been close, but she had known him for years and always appreciated that he had gone out of his way to be more friendly to her than others had.

"Lord Roman! It's wonderful to see you."

She looked over her shoulder at John as his question reached her ear, "I'd like strawberry and banana please-... Oh you know what. Let me go ask everyone if they want any and then I'll come meet with you." Charlotte had realized if she got herself a smoothie and not the others, it would be rather rude. Luckily, Roman offered to help her carry them back.

Subsequently, Charlotte returned to the blanket to ask Olivia and Farim first. Olivia wanted banana and blueberry, while Farim wanted a mango smoothie. She then moved to approach her Lorenzo, who was seated strangely enough by the water with Lady Victoria Edwards' daughter Ariella. Charlotte had noticed him move over here on his lonesome out of the corner of her eye, so she was grateful Ariella had been kind enough to join him. She presented her a grateful look. "Hello Ariella ...Are you alright, Lorenzo?" Charlotte knelt down to touch his shoulder with concern. She first noticed he had been filling a canteen then next noticed it was rather smelly over here. She made a mental note that perhaps she should come back over here once more at some point after retrieving everyone's smoothies to make sure he was okay.

"I was going to get some smoothies for everyone... Which would you two like?" The two of them both seemed to want strawberries, which was easy enough to remember.

After a brief interlude, Charlotte, Sjandehk, Roman, and John reappeared, bearing refreshing smoothies. After distributing them to everyone, she remained standing near the blanket, gesturing for the three men to take a comfortable spot on their blanket or chairs. "Farim, Olivia, this is Dr. John Williamson, Lord Ravenwood, and..." Her gaze slid to the man with the large hat, kindly asking him, "What's your name, dear?"

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Time: Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Interaction: @Helo Callum @SilverPaw Wulfric



King Edin stared at his clapping monstrosity of an offspring with the intensity of the sun itself, his eyes slowly widening as he spoke filthy words of charity. No... We need to conserve funds right now. Is he kidding? He will be the end of us all. This fool. What am I to do with him?

A single bead of sweat moved down his face as he rose and smiled as wide as he could as the crowd roared with applause. "I-Indeed! My heart overflows with compassion for the poor and downtrodden. I will make a commitment to assisting our poor and making sure we all thrive here in Caesonia. Today, I set an example for my sons what the Danroses stand for."

King Edin's face suddenly lit up with an expression of sincere joy as he overheard Wulfric's initial statement. He eagerly addressed the gathering as Wulfric's voice became too low for him to listen to the conversation further. "My dear friends, rejoice with me, for today brings a glimmer of hope and positive change to our kingdom! Our beloved Prince Callum has seen the error of his ways and is determined to uphold the foundation of these charity events!"

"But that's not all," King Edin added, raising his hand to quell the rising applause. "Our dear Prince Callum has displayed extraordinary courage by pledging to abstain from alcohol. He will spend his days dedicated to the welfare of others instead of overindulging! This bold decision serves as an inspiring example to our kingdom, proving that even the best of us can overcome our vices and be the best versions of ourselves!"

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A light flush crept up Sjan-dehk’s cheeks when the pale girl complimented his appearance. It wasn’t out of embarrassment so much as it was out of surprise. That was the last thing he had been expecting after he so rudely interrupted her conversation. Though if he had to be honest, he still wasn’t quite used to hearing good things about him outside of his martial and sailing skills. Even if just the previous day, Kalliope gave him enough such compliments to last him a year. Perhaps two or three, if his memory retained them well.

For a moment, he wondered what she was up to. And for a moment after that, he found himself strangely looking forward to the ball – or whatever the locals called it – later. Formal events rarely sat well with him, but this particular one? He felt as if evening couldn’t come soon enough.

In the space of a blink that took a touch longer than the rest, he pushed those thoughts aside. Wondering about the evening’s events while it was still morning was just silly. All he had to do later was just meet with Kalliope and attend the ball. Nothing that needed much forethought or planning. And if by then he was still curious about her day, he could just ask her and find out. Not that her affairs were any of his business. Not in the least.

“Thank you,” he said with a bow of his head to the girl. “You look…” He trailed off as he cast his mind back to yesterday, specifically a lesson he had learned early on. “You look pri-pretty.” The words tumbled from his mouth and likely didn’t sound as good as he would have liked, but he meant them. Looking at the girl’s dainty face, pale complexion, and flowing hair, Sjan-dehk couldn’t help but be reminded of his youngest sister, to whom he was closest to out of everyone in his family. He even had to tell himself that she wasn’t, in fact, his sister, and thus he had to act accordingly.

Right then, a familiar face appeared. It was the blacksmith from two days ago. Sjan-dehk took a moment to recall his name before nodding towards him and saying, “Good morning, Roman.” It was a shame that Sjan-dehk didn’t have the things he wanted to give to the man with him, but he supposed that there was always next time. Roman’s favour with the coin had not been forgotten.

Everyone else seemed to know each other, and being the outsider, Sjan-dehk almost quietly backed away to disappear into the crowd. But he didn’t. Instead, he simply stood and watched as the pale girl rushed off towards her friends to ask them what they wanted in their drinks.

A gentle smile came over Sjan-dehk’s face. His sister was similar in that regard, always thinking about the needs and wants of others. According to his brothers, she took it upon herself to keep his rooms neat and tidy even when he was expected to be at sea for months at a time, and she was usually the one to remind their father – and everyone else at court, for that matter – of the plight and troubles of their peoples during discussions of war and whatnot. If every one of his siblings represented an aspect of the Wasun clan, then Sjan-dehk was more than certain that their youngest sister was its heart.

So caught up in the moment and in his mind was he that he merely nodded and followed the group to get their drinks when the girl returned. Before he knew it, he was walking with them back to a blanket laid out on the sand, a thick juice – the locals called it a smoothie, as he found out – of fruits that looked the most familiar to him at the stall. The proprietor had told him their names, but he had either failed to catch them, or he just failed to understand them. It didn’t matter; fruits were fruits, and unless he had the misfortune of choosing something akin to a bitter gourd, then he was confident that this smoothie would be, at the very least, refreshing, and that was all that he wanted.

The girl invited him to sit, but Sjan-dehk chose to remain standing. His weapons made sitting down a noisy affair, and he still had some strength left in his legs. Only when she introduced her companions, and asked for his name, did he finally realise that he had failed to properly introduce himself. With a crimson flush on his cheeks, he pressed a hand to his chest and bowed his head to each person in turn. “My apologies,” he said upon straightening himself. “I am Wasun Sjan-dehk. Captain of–” he pointed to his Sada Kurau, her hull and sails plainly visible from the beach “Sada Kurau. Also Fourth Lesser Marquis of Jafi, of Viserjanta”

He looked at the unfamiliar faces. “I ah…Roman, I saw the other day.” He nodded to the man. “But the rest of you, I do not know. Can…No, that is not right, yes? May I know who you are?”
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Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
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“Future Countess…” Alexander let words trail off his lips. He knew she was special but this was… interesting. Kolonivka was an area in the Varian Kingdom he knew little about, so it was no surprise he hadn't her. This lapse in information made him wonder if the gentleman accompanying her was the current count of Kolonivka. “No need to apologize…” He moved his foot from where he stepped on the rogue cherry. “Blame the pesky cherry.” He chuckled smoothly, though her comment on him seeming familiar to her caught him off guard. He didn't let it show, but mentally he knew had to take advantage of this situation.

“To be honest, I think I would remember a woman like you. Your appearance alone is something to commit to memory… blissfully.” He remarked, his smile gleaming. Alexander found his mental place of comfort, and that's where he would remain if Mina let him. “Perhaps it isn't familiarity that you're feeling. It could simply be fate giving you something you desire.” He jested with a shrug.
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Time: Morning. Idiot.
Location: Guest House > Beach

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Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim ☟ @princess Charlotte ☟ ☟ @Conscripts John ☟ @ReusableSword Roman ☟ @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk


The next morning arrived swiftly. Layla had read the worthless newspaper and laughed as she read the columns. The tidbit regarding the Duke had her in near tears. What a bumbling idiot oaf. Then the bit about Charlotte whoring around at night with a count made her giggle. Whoever some of these people were in the paper sounded pathetic. The wanted girl looked uglier than sin; why were they wasting time on her? She guessed it was a peasant by the looks of it. Someone as ugly as her could kill someone with her look. Maybe she had been jealous. Layla pitied her and moved on as she continued reading.

The morning events piqued her interest only slightly. Why would anyone want to go to a tea party? What were they, children? Was this kingdom so boring they resorted to tea parties? She rolled her eyes and stroked Zilal’s head. The beach event at least granted her access to an ocean. Why had it taken this pathetic king this long to allow people to wear open skin? Wasn’t he a pig or something? She sighed and thanked the Gods she did not permanently live here.

A knock on her door alerted her to the presence of her servants. She crumpled the newspaper up and tossed it in a trashcan. Ali entered and watched as the paper fell in the garbage can. He bowed respectfully without comment. He’d been forbidden to speak with her since her father left with Mayet. Silently, he set a tray of food on her bed and left. Layla pretended not to notice and focused on Zilal. Once he was gone, she began inspecting her food. There was plenty of chocolate, and also dozens of her favorites. A grin danced across her face as she began to dig in.

When finished, she readied herself for the beach. She snapped her fingers and Zilal immediately followed. She rounded up her servants and soon was taken to the beach in a palanquin. The loud music assaulted her ears and she winced. What the fuck were they playing? Was this a joke? Layla scowled in pain and pulled back the curtain of her palanquin. No, it was not a joke. As if the kingdom could not become any more dumb, they were playing music. Why ruin the vibe of the ocean? Layla scowled and waved off Ali as she stepped out of her palanquin. One glance of the beach told her it was filled with rodents. Layla sighed with disappointment.

Her entourage behind her, she began exploring the beach. Heads turned to face them with wonder and surprise. Most of these people had likely not seen anyone as beautiful as her and her entourage. Not surprising. They were pale as ghosts. Maybe the beach was to entice them to tan so they didn’t look so sick. She sighed in pity without glancing towards anyone. Soon she heard familiar voices, and noticed the group of people.

There sat Farim with some auburn chick in the ugliest clothing she’d ever seen; why was Farim wasting his time? She shook her head with disappointment at his choices. Was that Dr. John all dressed up? Her eyebrows rose behind her sunglasses. Did this man have an allergy to the sun? Then there was some man in strange clothing with dark hair. He was actually nice looking; tall and handsome. Beside him was a bear of a man that Layla couldn’t help but wonder if it remained that way below. Then… The grin spread across her face. Charlotte, in a dress and lace hair bow? They all had smoothies too. Without a word, she strode over to the group.

”What a pleasant surprise,” Layla quipped. Her voice dripped with venom. ”I would expect you to find better company, Cousin Farim. This looks like a group of misfits. Are they all even noble? Why waste your time with them?” She glanced at the Doctor. ”Are you trying to win an award for the fastest time to get heat stroke? Shouldn’t you be smarter?” She wrinkled her nose and stepped away, in case she caught any sweat from him. Gross! Layla glanced at the auburn girl, and sighed at her with mock sympathy. ”Sweetie, you should stop shopping at Peasants R Us. That outfit looks like you sewed it together last minute.”

Then, saving the best for last, locked eyes with Charlotte. Layla snatched the ribbon from her hair and examined it. ”Aren’t you too old to be playing with lace, Charlotte? When are you going to grow up?” She paused, and noticed the doll hadn’t drank from her smoothie yet. Without waiting, Layla snatched it from her and sipped from it loudly. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and spat it out on the sand near Charlotte. ”Gods, even your smoothies taste bad. This can't hurt your looks anymore.” She pulled off the lid and dumped it all over Charlotte and cackled. Then, she took the cup and wrapped her lace around it and dropped it. ”Maybe you can attract flies because you’re nasty and will never have a lover.”

Layla laughed and watched the auburn girl stand up in fury. However, her guards were quicker, and soon surrounded her. ”Down, Auburn.” Layla commanded as she watched the lady’s face flush with fury. The girl froze and looked ready to say something, but she wasn’t sure what nor did she care. ”Touch me and you’re in trouble, no?” She grinned and addressed Charlotte next with a malicious grin. ”Guess you’ll have to undress, Charlotte! Maybe you can be Farim’s whore! We know you were asking for it at the ball”!

Layla sauntered away and left. the quad, while her laughter echoed down the beach.

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Time: late morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interactions:@samreaper Kazumin @princess Charlotte


Standing with both feet in water, the small blonde took notice as the countless granules brushed against her legs with each wave. She glared at Kazumin in anticipation of his response regarding the fish party he had acquired. There was still a big smile implanted on her face as she recalled Kazu’s compliment, whether or not it involved comparing her to an octopus.

He really thinks that I’M pretty? she blushed in her stance.

If hearts could have appeared in Ruby’s eyes, they would have. She cupped her cheeks as her mind ran wild with possibilities. For a moment, she imagined her and Kazu each holding a tentacle as they skipped through a field together, just the three of them. She laughed loudly for no apparent reason, only returning her attention to the present when she heard Kazumin speak of the fish.

As Kazumin began to crawl, she echoed him and got down in the sand, crawling behind him. As he laughed, she scooted closer to gaze upon the net with feral interest. “Ohohoh…”

“Oh Kazumin, I am so glad you asked. So the other day I went to the park to eat waffles at the pancake event. I took all of the flavors. I love the chew and I gnawed on my waffles with vigor, Kazumin. I really did. But then Duke Lorenzo started fighting with the people in the line and I ran away. What a man he is! I keep running into him.. Later that day, I got slapped by a doctor at a play… Then I went home and slept a lot. I spent most of yesterday asleep because the other day was too CRAZY!” She shouted the last word. Then she smiled and softly asked, “And what about you Kazumin? How was your day?”

It was then she noticed just a bit down the beach a woman with long curly hair dumping the contents of a cup on… Charlotte?! Ruby screamed as if a murder had occurred before her. “Kazumin! My friend is being assaulted. “ she pointed toward the group as she sat up in the water. ”Quick! Grab Otto, we may need his tentacles if things go south.” Ruby warned Kazu, preparing to assist her friend in action. She couldn’t just up and leave her long lost best friend after all this time, so she was hoping that he’d soon follow her.
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Time: Late Morning
Location: Royal Gardens Tea Party
Attire: Outfit
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Alexander
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Mina couldn't help but be amused by Alexander's smooth words and confident demeanor. She was drawn to his charm and wit, and she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement he stirred in her. However, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for being a bit flirtatious with him after the intimate night she had just spent with Munir. She pushed past it, however, as she knew she needed to do this until she found another way.

"Ah, so the pesky cherry is to blame, is it?" she replied, feigning innocence, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye. "I suppose I'll let it off with a warning this time, but only because you seem to be quite charming. Blissfully memorable? That’s certainly one I haven’t heard before."

She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a sultry tone. "As for fate, well, I'm not one to believe in destiny and all that romantic nonsense," she said, teasingly brushing her fingers against his arm. "But I have to admit, I'm usually the one in control of my destiny. Though I must say, fate seems to have thrown us together in a rather intriguing manner."

Mina tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked with his. "So, Mr. Deacon, tell me more about yourself. I'd love to know what lies beyond that charming smile and those mesmerizing eyes." She leaned in a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have a feeling there's more to you than meets the eye."

She winked playfully at him, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. Mina was enjoying the banter, reveling in the thrill of the unknown, and she had no intention of backing down from this intriguing encounter. "What brings you to this grand garden tea party, aside from stepping on pesky cherries, of course?"
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Attire: Alexander and Lianna
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Alexander would be a liar if he didn't admit to enjoying Mina's playfulness. Unlike the others he had spoken to, Mina seemed to have a love for conversation and flattery. Not in the sense of simply enjoying a social interaction but treating it as an art. These types were no strangers to the man, and he knew just how useful and dangerous their tongues could be. A weapon of wit, deception, and I'm some cases seduction.

The closing of space between them, the subtle touch, the change in her tone… She drew him in as she bobbed her lure. One made perfect for someone like himself.

“What lies beyond?” Alexander took her hand which had gotten so comfortable with him. The warmth of her touch in his hand teased what he could truly have if he persisted. How much of you would you give me? He wondered lustfully as his thumb ever so slowly stroked her hand.

“Well as much of a pleasure it is to burst cherries…” His voice was just as hushed as hers. “My wife and I just recently moved to Sorian. So business brings me, yes… but that doesn't mean I cannot also enjoy the pleasures that cross my path.” He raised her hand, planting a soft kiss on it.

“You see, I'm looking to make all sorts of acquaintances here. Some rich, some influential, some… breathtaking.” His eyes remained on her, not averting his gaze to even the commotion between the king and his princes. “What brings you, Mina? It would be quite rude if I didn't ask.”


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Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Morning of the 23rd
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As his conversation with Olivia continued, Farim couldn't help but notice the slowly growing crowd of individuals. Charlotte had left to see one person, and Lorenzo had dashed off to deal with his....affliction. But suddenly they had both returned with extra bodies. Farim didn't mind this one bit as he welcomed to opportunity to socialize. Lady Ariella he had recognized instantly, which made Farim cast a curious glance as to what exactly Lorenzo was placing into his cantine. She is just like my brother, heh. He thought to himself, thinking of the many times Dali would've introduced himself to some errant herb or spice he wanted to try.

With Charlotte, came three distinct looking figures, and with the raise in company, Farim would put his hands on his knees and will himself up from his spot, doing his best to seem graceful and not disturb Olivia who had sat close to him. With his arms crossed and a wide smile he looked up the three men and nodded approvingly. "What a fine group of individuals we have here! All three of you I do not think I have met formally, but allow me to introduce myself." He gave a bow, his torso moving to be perpendicular with his waist as one arm softly swung behind and in front of him in a crossing motion. He rose back up to meet the gentlemen's gaze and continued. "I am Farim of Alidasht. Proud owner and propietor of the Farim's Dream trading company. I am pleased to meet each and every one of you. You all seem like fine people. If you have need of anything, please do not feel shy to ask. My pockets run deep, connections deeper, and well, I am a sucker for a good deal." He let out a light chuckle before taking a moment to size up the gents.

First was notably the giant of a man Roman. He wasn't entirely dull to the Ravenwood name. Frankly it had turned to be one of his more dependable foreign vendors and workshops to work with in his years as an up and coming entrepeneaur. "If you want quality, find the Ravenwoods." His stature and figure led Farim to see why such standards were in place. Yet the man's stride was deliberate, as if holding back from crushing the sand beneath his oppressive form. As he spoke, his manners were fine and pragmatic as usual. Farim rather enjoyed getting to know his business partners a little better. "Well I am familiar with the legendary blacksmith himself, Lord Ravenwood, but it is lovely to get to have some more friendly banter together away from all the dull paperwork and transactional language I am sure you hear plenty of. Pleasure to meet you."

The other two held far less of a connection to Farim, not because he avoided them but simply he had no occasion to procure medical supplies or practitioners. But now that the thought crossed his mind, it wouldn't be a bad investment into public health and medicine. He shelved the idea and made sure to send a warm grin and nod towards Dr. John's way. The outfit he had chosen was certainly interesting but Farim held no reservations. It was his body, he should cloth it how he pleases! Not to mention, a man who brings some refreshments with his presents was always a positive in Farim's book. "Free smoothies! Ah what a delight! I love good drink and food, Dr. Williamson. How fairs your latest endeavors in the medical field. Good, I hope?"

Then the man with the big hat and the even bigger ship accompanied them all. This fellow was quite the exotic one to Farim's eyes. He had features and speech patterns unlike any he had heard before. It was clear that perhaps the mother tongue of this land was not his first one, but Farim admired his tenacity in learning multiple languages like he had. He quickly darted his eyes up and down the mans physique, finding himself rather impressed that despite the light clothing there was clearly some definition in him. This was a man who knew his ship, knew his crew, and worked them both to their core, as he should. There were certainly some questions and opportunities in knowing such a capable vessel and its captain, but for now Farim chose to be more social rather than political. "Sada Kurau...a fine name for a fine ship. I admire your capabilities already, dear Sjan-dehk! Welcome to this lovely gathering of fine nobles. What exactly brings you to this part of the world, my friend?"

His attention flicked over to Ariella, offering her a second bow, albeit less dramatic than the first. "And to round it all off, I do hope you had a pleasant end to your evening when we last met, Ariella. It was wonderful to get to walk with you the other night." He didn't want to mention the sudden arrival of her brother and the emergency that permitted such a speedy getaway, not in front of everyone. He kept a bright smile just for her though to avoid any unsolicited reactions or suspicions of her evening.

Just as he was about to finish his round of introductions, a familiar figure approached, and every footstep carried just as much sass as he feared it would. His dear cousin, flaunting the bronze beauty of her skin to the onlookers that he knew existed. He figured she got a bit of a kick out of watching people "Far below a woman of her stature gaze at her like dogs who could only dream of getting a taste of the perfect meal in front of them." Or something to that effect. They had just spent a rather pleasant day shopping together and he finally began to see a more kind side to his cousin, yet a coin always carries two sides, and here she was baring down on his group of newfound friends with plenty of insults.

Still, he kept his cool and smirked at his cousin, not wanting to lose to her taunts. "Well it is a pleasure to see you too, cousin. I figured you could enjoy yourself at a place like this, so remniscent of our homeland. But I suppose I underestimated your ... oh what was it we used to call it back home ... killjoy potential?" He gave a sneer before crossing his arms and continuing his friendlier cadence. "I doubt you are interested, but we are just conversing over some-" His words were cut off as she more or less ignored him and continued her relentless verbal assault. An assault that quickly became volatile as she poured an entire smoothie over Charlotte's head, and the subsequent reaction from Olivia.

As the guards surrounded her, Farim stomped into the sand, dragging his foot under the front facing guard's stance and toppling him in one move. He grabbed the shoulder of the guard to his left and pinned the arm of the guard to his right that held a weapon. "You come here to start some trouble? I will quickly dissolve it before another national tragedy is upon us." He threw the two guards off their balance, shifted their stance back. He turned to the final guard and glared at him, daring to make a move. Farim had an unassuming build, but back home he had trained under the watchful and oppressive eye of Grand Master Hafaam. He learned the ways of the Krav Maga and knew how to throw several men twice his size on their feet.

"Do not think you can throw your guards around so flippantly here, cousin." He sneered once more and crossed his arms. "Unless you wish for me to knock each and every one down to size." He looked around at the group and slowly exhaled. "Allow me to offer an equal claim to yours, dear cousin. I hold you all to the highest standard and so far, I am disappointed. So from here on, you touch any of my friends, and it is you who will be in trouble. I will have each and every one of you sent back home if I must, hadid kalimati (mark my words)." It was then the guards gathered and Layla left just about as quickly as she appeared. With a final quip he spoke out "Hells if she undressed she would still likely have more clothes on than you, but you have yourself a day as pleasant as your attitude, Layla." He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

With that, he reached down and grabbed a towel, flicking the sand off it and quickly rushing to Charlotte's side to wipe off any errant slushy liquids that may be on her. "Forgive my intrusion but my family caused this mess so I shoud be the one to clean it up. May I?" He wouldn't go errantly rubbing her with a towel without her consent, but he felt partially guilty for not stopping the smoothie pour. He likely couldn't have reacted in time, but that tinge of what if hung on his mind. "At the very least, let me purchase some new clothing for you, should this set be ruined."


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Time: Morning
Location: Alibeth's Office
Attire: Dress, Beautiful rose-gold crown with red gems
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"This is Dr. Oswald Brown. He was the main medical examiner during the autopsy of the Jane Doe. "


“Jane Doe.” Alibeth had repeated the words yet not glanced up. Her eyes were on the gray photos strewn over her desk as she pushed them around with her fingers. “Discovered by Doctor John Williamson of the Varian Kingdom.” A smirk played on her lips and she raised her gaze to meet Oswald’s eyes. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His thin-framed silver glasses were perched on his nose as he looked down at the queen. With a twirl of her finger toward the seat, she invited him to sit.

There were two men flanking the man and they moved to sit in the cushioned chairs before her desk as well. The queen's eyes bore into them with a commanding intensity, causing them to momentarily freeze mid-movement A prolonged pause followed, during which Alibeth carefully considered the implications of their actions. Then, with a nod of her head, she granted permission for them to continue. “As far as I know and as far as my people were able to discover, there is no known history between Dr. Williamson and Lady Damien. It is not far to say that he could have been mistaken in identifying Lady Damien in this girl.”

“However, gentlemen… I am a mother.” Her brows raised. “You mean to tell me Count Damien misidentified his own offspring? “ She scrutinized them as her voice rose ever so slightly with intensity, “A man of his caliber? What kind of fool do you take me for?”

“My queen, she walks with the living. She’s at the tea party currently.”

She gritted her teeth, her gaze snapping on the man. “You think I do not know that, Clarence?” When he said nothing, she continued, her eyes moving to each of them. “Tell me everything you all know. Clarence Buford will begin, then Dr Otto, and Edward Davidson will give his report at the end…No one speak unless spoken to.” She took a pen and clicked it, “ This same report was given to my son, Wulfric yesterday? ”

“ … Dr Williamson discovered the body and had witnessed the blonde woman leaving the area. She left a piece of bread-”

“Where’s the bread?” Alibeth curtly interrupted.

“We don’t have it.”

Alibeth fixated a steady glare on the man. “Why, in the name of all that is sensible, did no one bother to provide the investigators with the scarce evidence obtained? ” Her words were laced with a hint of exasperation, but she deliberately posed the question, hoping to make the gravity of his mistake sink in.

“They did have the bread. Calbert had initially given it to the investigators, but it was missing the next morning.”

Her glare did not let up for even a split second. “Continue.”

“ Count Calbert Damien was brought to the scene and seemed to recognize his daughter in the pool of blood. She had an axe buried in her face. We had photos taken as you see… He came here to the castle to relay the information. Prince Wulfric and Prince Auguste are aware of the situation. We were all instructed to keep Lady Violet’s death a secret.”

How convenient.

" Prince Wulfric then ordered upon my arrival to make sure the evidence was brought over timely and that I give a detailed report on my patrols. One of our guards noticed Count Fritz Hendrix, a girl with different colored eyes and Lady Charlotte Vikena move upon the scene. He remained in the shadows to observe. They moved with purpose and did not stumble upon it without prior knowledge.”

A dry laugh escaped her lips. Those were two names she had a feeling she’d be hearing often this courting season. Her mind lingered on Count Fritz for a moment. What were you doing there? Bringing me flowers one moment, seen at a crime scene another. Didn’t care to mention that, my mysterious one. She considered Charlotte for a moment and clutched her pen.

“Why am I not surprised to hear the name Vikena once more?” Alibeth asked rhetorically with some bitterness. She rolled her eyes and finally asked, “Do we know who the girl is ?”

“Yes. She is the one who brought Prince Callum onions.”

Alibeth stared at him incredulously. “What is her name, Buford?”

“We believe her name is Ruby and she works at the Tough Tavern.”

“So say so in the first place, Buford. Now…What were they all doing there?” Those were certainly three individuals that absolutely had no reason to be together.

“They seemed to be investigating. They found a small vial that was overlooked. Lady Vikena stated it was the same wine from the ball.”

“...I see.”

She gestured to Oswald, who was soft-spoken and very knowledgeable in relaying all the technical details. They had discovered the axe had swung from over head into the skull, killing the female instantly. She then fell on her back. He stated that they had the body in custody still, but no one had come forward to identify her yet. At this point, she asked Clarence to escort Dr. Brown out of the room.

“Now Davidson.”

“My guards found the same three individuals Buford mentioned at the tavern. Lady Charlotte and the girl Ruby were upstairs and did not want anyone to enter the room.”

“ I will have the three of them brought to me tomorrow. No later… Now.” She pulled over a copy of the newspaper and tapped her nail on the wanted woman. “Who is this?”

“... She has been sighted before at that very same tavern, but no one would give up a name. She was spotted once more attacking Count Calbert Damien’s estate. That is an event I hear you have already been briefed on..”

“Yes.” She rose to her feet. “And it does not quite matter what her name is I suppose…” A look intense even for Alibeth overtook her expression as she said venomously, “As long as she burns at the stake.”


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Leo, who had long since mastered the art of blending in, stood in the company of a small group of very chatty nobles. It was easy enough to claim a sore threat and only respond with nods, head shakes, and exaggerated looks. He held a cup of tea in one hand, hoping, although he knew it to be in vain, that the hot bitter liquid was the cure for the odd condition he found himself in today.

"I-Indeed! My heart overflows with compassion for the poor and downtrodden." King Edin was speaking again, some charity event was being discussed between the king and his sons. Nothing particularly funny, not even interesting, but explosive laughter was threatening to break loose. His face slowly turned red from trying to hold it back. He sought a mouthful of tea to try and choke the laughter back down.

"My dear friends, rejoice with me, for today brings a glimmer of hope and positive change to our kingdom!"

Leo was merely lucky enough to have the good sense of turning his head away from any innocent bystanders before he sputtered the mouthful of tea out in a fit of hysterical, uncontrolled, high-pitched, laughter.

It lasted the entity of Edin’s speech and continued for several minutes before abruptly ending. His face, neck, and ear all remained a shade of bright red from the sheer embarrassment and horror at having just laughed through the speech of Caesonia’s king. It seemed attending today’s tea party had been a mistake.

“Apologies, I am not myself today.” Leo’s unfamiliar voice squeaked out his announcement after a soft clearing of his throat.
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Seeing Wulrfric’s enthusiasm for the situation only made Callum more irritated. Wulfy’s smug expression was like fingernails scraping down a chalkboard. He chewed at his tongue to stop himself from mimicking Wulfric’s words and tone.

“And you should prioritize that charity of yours. I suggest you start by using this event to identify potential backers.”

“Yeah, well maybe I will.” He mumbled and rolled his eyes at his brother. Then Wulfric had the nerve to imply Cal was a liar before walking off. So maybe he lied sometimes, when he had to, but there were far worse things to be than a liar. He hadn’t interfered with Wulfric’s little investigation, and here was Wulfric interfering with Callum’s plan. The whole point was to make Edin foot the bill for this. If his family could afford to pay for all sorts of expensive grand events they could certainly pay to ensure their people were fed.

Now Callum would have to talk to people, people he wasn’t used to talking to, in order to make sure this happened. It would still be worth doing, but it wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. Funny how Wulfric had nothing to say about all the bullshit that constantly flew out of Edin’s mouth.

And Edin’s response offered a slight stutter from the king, letting Cal know he’d at least thrown the man off a little. The satisfaction didn’t last long as Edin soon made another declaration. At least Callum wasn’t alone in finding Edin’s every word ridiculous, strangely enough, it seemed Leo found a great deal of humor in the king’s speech as well.

"Our dear Prince Callum has displayed extraordinary courage by pledging to abstain from alcohol."

Fat chance old man. Cal thought and offered the king only a malicious smile before turning his back on the king. He scanned the crowd, desperate for a familiar face, but caught no sign of Roman, Ari, or even Farim. He’d spoken with Violet before but she was talking to Wulfric and Callum had no desire to go over there. Ari’s brother was here, talking to Sadie and he could talk to them but they seemed busy, maybe even flirting, and he didn’t want to interrupt. So while he wanted to just pace around and wait for someone he sort of knew to talk to, he ended up approaching Mina and a man he didn’t recognize even though they too seemed wrapped up in a private conversation. He carried two plates of Ezra’s cake as an awkward icebreaker.

“Good morning, can I interest either of you in some cake made by the skilled hands of my favorite baker?” Callum asked, offering up the plates. The new plan; offer cake, ask people to back his charity plans, and then get out of this tea party as soon as possible.
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Violet finished writing her letter to Roman just as Wulfric arrived. Sealing the envelope she handed it to the attendant. Scurrying off once again, the attendant left knowing exactly where to deliver the letter.

Wulfric’s voice alerted her to his return as she offered him a slight nod of understanding. “Yes, Of course. I know all about family disruptions,” she said referencing the fight she just had with her parents.

“You know, I did notice some guests giving you strange looks. Do you have a sixth sense for such things now?”

Letting out a short sigh, Violet replied with a sense of frustration. “ Although I cannot see Prince Wulfric, I am not stupid. I can hear the whisperings and feel the discomfort of my presence. It has nothing to do with a sixth sense but rather when you become the jester in a crowd of people you start to pick up on it.” Reaching for her cup and tea she found it with ease as she took a small sip. “Yes, I suppose you are correct. However, it is interesting how I am the injured one, and yet no one besides Lord Ravenwood has been interested in checking into my welfare. People would rather mock and whisper about what may or may not have happened.” Taking another sip of her tea, Violet leaned forward and placed it on the saucer.

Turning her attention towards Wulfric, her crimson eyes fixating on him.” So far Charlotte and yourself have been brave enough to try and pull information out of me. For what I have yet to understand; However, I am certain you have your motives as does she. Those motives not being my well-being but your morbid curiosity I assume.” She leaned back in her chair once again. “ But please, correct me if I am wrong. “ she offered a rather fake smile being sure to not reveal the secrets that lay behind it.

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While Sjan-dehk did his best to take in all of Farim’s introduction – and much to his surprise, he managed to grasp more than just the gist of things – it was the Alidashti’s mention of a trading company that piqued his interest. A trading company that was owned by Farim himself, no less. A tinge of excitement bubbled in Sjan-dehk’s heart. Assuming all went smoothly, and that Lady Adiyan would be well enough to conduct negotiations within the next two weeks, he might not even have to bother sailing for Alidasht or Varian. Not that he minded the journey; were it just his Sada Kurau and himself, he wouldn’t mind making the trip as many times as it was necessary. Unfortunately, he had the Sudah and her obstinate passengers to escort, and he would prefer to spend as little time as possible doing just that.

He willed himself to remain calm, and stifled his anticipation. There were far too many variables, too many things that could go wrong for him to put too much hope into that possible future. Besides, he wasn’t sure if Farim was being serious. He looked trustworthy enough – even if his resting eyelids made his gaze one that discomforted Sjan-dehk slightly. The clothes he wore were new to Sjan-dehk; they hugged his body tightly like a second skin, and for a moment the Viserjantan wondered just how comfortable it was.

“You are…Too nice? Kind.” Sjan-dehk bowed his head once more to Farim. A minute smile played across his lips as the Alidashti gave his Sada Kurau a compliment. It took all of sjan-dehk’s restraint not to go on at length about her strengths and virtues. “She is a very…Fine ship. Thirty-four guns. Sails good even into the wind. And fast. Good crew. We fought, we won many fights.”

Well, he tried.

He cleared his throat, and went on to answer Farim’s question. “We, my ship and Sudah, we came here to trade. Many things in–” half-turning, he pointed to the huge, imposing vessel in the distance, her battened sails swaying gently in the morning breeze “–the Sudah’s hold. Woods, metals, carved…Art? Decorations, yes, and spices, and more things.” He paused, then shook his head slightly. “Ah, apologies. Sada Kurau and me, we have…Not a lot to trade. We…Mostly protect the Sudah. Keep her safe from pirates. My ship, she is a warship. Very good at fighting, but not good at trading.”

Whether by intention or by accident, Farim helpfully introduced at least one of the others to Sjan-dehk by way of greeting them. Though the man’s name proved too long for Sjan-dehk to remember, he understood that he was a physician of some sort. He turned towards the well-dressed man. Sjan-dehk wasn’t a man of medicine by any stretch of the imagination, but he was curious about how injuries and diseases were treated by other peoples. Perhaps he could learn something that might be of use to Dai-sehk, things that might help the surgeon better treat the crew. Or at least improve his bedside manner.

Just as Sjan-dehk was about to speak, however, someone new arrived.

Dark and pretty, she reminded him of those who hailed from the Commonwealth’s northern territories. He dipped his head slightly towards her and started to offer a greeting, but she spoke first. And as the first of her sharp words flew from her tongue, whatever prettiness she had in his eyes instantly vanished.

To Sjan-dehk, she seemed determined to either offend or wound as many people as possible with scalding words, and even though she never turned her ire towards him, he found himself chewing both his tongue and cheeks to a pulp. Especially when she started insulting and deriding the pale girl. But still, Sjan-dehk kept his mouth shut; Farim seemed to be family with her, and he wasn’t about to jump head-first into what could very well be a familial affair. It wasn’t polite, and it surely wasn’t the Way. That, however, didn’t stop him from eyeing her guards. This newcomer had to be some noblewoman – he couldn’t imagine anyone else who could be afforded such protection, and who could speak with such venom. Sjan-dehk drew in a deep breath and kept his calm. So long as words were all she threw, he could swallow his rising anger.

The newcomer snatched the pale girl’s ribbon from her hair. Sjan-dehk ground his teeth, but kept calm. He didn’t want to make a bad situation worse.

She snatched the girl’s drink from her hands. Sjan-dehk still kept his calm.

Then, she emptied it over the girl’s head, and Sjan-dehk could keep calm no longer.

An auburn-haired lady reacted first, but the newcomer’s guards surrounded her as soon as she rose to her feet, giving her no chance to do anything. Farim dispatched three of them with impressive skill and speed, but left one who stood far enough away to avoid the scuffle. “This, please hold,” he said in a quiet voice to the pale girl, handing her his drink. Then, he stepped forward to place himself in front of her, at the same time drawing one of his pistols. He didn’t point it at the guard, but instead held it out just enough for it to be clearly seen. Despite the indignation burning within him, a grin pulled hard on his lips. With his other hand, he pointed at the guard.

“Suyahksa ujantah, dai’ihksankan. Sjukihku ika, tusuh-sehka lehksikasoh!”

‘Come if you dare. Only one of us will remain’. So caught up was Sjan-dehk in the moment that he barely realised that he had shouted at the guard in his native Viserjantan. Neither did he realise the weight of his actions, nor did he consider the consequences. All he knew was that he saw an injustice happening right before his very eyes, and it had reached the point where he could no longer let it go. And so he had to act.

As Farim accosted his cousin, Sjan-dehk kept watchful eyes on the guard – and as the other three got to their feet, them as well. Only when he was done, and the guards returned to the newcomer’s side, and he felt certain that there would be no more fighting, did he slide his pistol into its holster. He turned towards the newcomer. “Your words, why do you say them? Why do you think it is right?” His voice was light, and his grin still remained on his face. “Because you have guards? Good that a pretty…Noblewi–Noblewoman like you got them. But you are not the only one.” He flicked his eyes up towards his Sada Kurau. “I have two hundred. I look at them in the right way, one hundred will come. Please, do not make me do that. It is…A lot of trouble.”

He shook his head as the newcomer turned to leave. “Please think about what you do. You called her ugly, yes? I disagree. You make her dirty, but that is only outside. Can be cleaned. You are ugly inside. Even if you are pretty outside, you are still…Most ugly here. That is a shame.”

With hands folded across his chest, he watched them leave. One-by-one, they disappeared into the dense crowd. And as they did, Sjan-dehk’s mind slowly caught up with all that just happened. Once he lost sight of the last of them, he let out a long, heavy breath. His hands went to his hips, and he ground his toes into the sand, all the while chewing on his lip until he was sure he would soon draw blood.

“What the fuck did I just do?” He couldn't have done nothing, but at the same time, he wondered if he had done too much. Not that he could have helped it; everything he did had largely been on instinct, and those were still very much tuned for times of open warfare.

Well, it was too late. He did what he did.

He took a moment to steady himself before returning to the group, taking care to pluck the discarded cup with the pale girl’s ribbon off the ground as he did. With a hand, he loosened his belts and pulled them off of his body, dropping them onto the sand beside the chairs. “Apologies,” he murmured. A flush crept up his cheeks. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed that his interference might have made a bad situation worse. But when he saw what that newcomer had done to the pale girl, something within him urged him to do something. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her be abused like that.

Sighing, he untied the ribbon from the cup and threw the latter away. Then, he took off his outer tunic and shook it free of sand, leaving him wearing only his white and sweat-stained undertunic. He offered both to the pale girl. “Your ribbon,” he said. “And my tunic, until you get new things to wear, you can use it.”
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After departing from the dining hall, Wulfric headed straight to Auguste’s office. His brother wasn’t there yet, but he decided to wait inside. He searched among his cabinets. Though well hidden and rarely used, his brother did in fact keep some alcohol in there. Wulfric took out one of his favourite spirits, and a pair of glasses. He poured himself a shot, and left the rest on the table. He was sure Auguste wouldn’t mind some if he’d had as rough of an evening as he was suspecting.

Drink in hand, he perched onto the armrest of a couch, turning to stare out of the window as he got lost in thought about recent events.

The Second Prince knocked three times onto his own office door, “It’s Auguste, brother, may I be let into my own office?” Auguste joked jovially, unable to force back a grin.

Entirely unwittingly, a smile was drawn from Wulfric. “Do come in,” he retorted, amused, glancing his brother’s way as the younger prince entered. “I’m glad you have such good awareness.” There was still that near-laugh in his voice as he spoke, but it was also genuinely relieving to know that Auguste could tell when someone had entered his study.

“You know me, Wulfy, always gotta have eyes in the back of your head.” Auguste half joked.

“Drink?” he questioned, motioning to where he’d left the bottle and glass for him. “Bed?” he arched an eyebrow, half-joking, half-serious. He resettled, though rather than properly sitting onto the couch, he merely folded one leg under the other, still casually nestled atop the narrow armrest.

Auguste acquiesced, pouring himself a stiffer drink than usual, filling the cup nearly to the brim. “Perhaps soon, it seems that my body is in dire need of such.” He chuckled, sitting across Wulfric, legs akimbo. He exhaled loudly.

Once Auguste had settled in, Wulfric requested, “Tell me about the dinner?”

“I recall Wystan desiring to be in this impromptu meeting,” Auguste replied. “Shall we wait for a moment?” The Second Prince toasted his drink towards Wulfric before downing the cup in a few seconds. Wulfric returned the toast, but slowly sipped on his drink.

As if right on time, a series of knocks rang through the door in a particular rhythm.

The watchdog promptly stepped into the room and bowed deeply with his hand on his heart. ”...My sincere apologies for my tardiness, Your Royal Highnesses.” Wystan, judging by the deep rises and falls of his chest, had evidently just started to catch and steady his breath. “I was supposed to have been here earlier, but my patrol came up clear– I found that strange, so I took another circle around and through the kingdom just to be sure.”

Wulfric glanced at the watchdog. “Take a seat,” he ordered curtly. He waited a moment until Wystan had caught his breath, which didn’t take long. “Was there anything?” he then questioned. It was an unfortunate state of affairs when something being the matter was the expected scenario.

The bodyguard seated himself obediently next to the second prince, but with a much more rigid posture as he explained the results of his patrol. “Nothing thus far. Combing through the reports from my subordinates has also cleared the kingdom and its affairs of any suspicious activity for now.” He paused for a single beat. “However, with foreign nobility still residing in Caesonian territory, I have sent Clive and Harper in my stead to round the kingdom while I am away to hopefully lessen unsavory occurrences.”

“Thank you for the update, Wystan. Since all present parties are here…” Auguste began, “The dinner… if it could be called as such, was disastrous to say the very least.” He let out a sigh, massaging his temple with an open hand. Wystan watched him with a worried expression. For all his patience, not many things in the world could give his prince a solid headache.

“Duke Lorenzo… you may have been right in him being a bit of a handful, brother,” Auguste confessed. At that, Wulfric gave him a ‘you don’t say’ look. “It started off well enough. Duke Lorenzo, however, served to inflame the Alidasht royalty.”

“Putting aside Duke Lorenzo’s actions, some of the Sultan’s heirs were disagreeable at best, and malicious at worst. Shehzadi Layla commanded her pet to play cruel pranks… being incensed at the Duke’s presence, and similar under the guise of tradition.”

“Duke Lorenzo intentionally seemed to have a pissing match of sorts with Grand Vizier Hafiz. Which, naturally, did not help the situation.”

“It ended with the Duke denying Shehzadi Mayet’s,” Auguste used air quotes for accentuation, “quote unquote ‘advances’.”

“Oh, Gods,” Wulfric interjected quietly, momentarily horrified. He drank deeply from his glass now, completely taken aback at how anyone could be as completely catastrophic as the duke was proving to be.

Auguste paused, downing another cup he had poured himself in the interim. His own watchdog had his elbows resting on his knees, still in the process of digesting the information thus far.

“One can hazard a guess that Shehzadi Mayet did not take kindly to this remark. She threw a dagger at Lorenzo which intentionally missed and drew a blade aimed at his neck. Of course, as Caesonian royalty we could not stand for this. I had half the mind to send her to the gallows myself… but considering our countries’ long standing alliance and relations I chose to overlook such actions and let the Sultan dole out punishment to Shehzadi Mayet.” Auguste kept it to himself that he was peeved off that someone of royal blood was able to get away with such brazen acts of hostility towards a neighboring kingdom’s citizen.

Wulfric rolled his eyes at his brother. “If they could refrain from having Lorenzo’s head, I’m sure you can oblige the same for one of their princesses.” Granted, it’s not as if he was amenable to hostility like that either.

Auguste glanced at both Wystan and Wulfric and smiled weakly. “That’s the rough… rough gist of it. I’ll write up a proper report when I am… more sober and energetic. If you have any questions, fire away.”

Just as he was about to inquire something, Auguste asked if either had any questions. Wulfric smirked at the timing of it, and nodded. “What exactly was Shehzadi Mayet’s punishment?” He more or less trusted it was something reasonable, since the sultan struck him as a sensible man. “Also, I could use more specifics on what exactly Duke Vikena did.” He gave his brother a pointed glance, because by no means did he believe Lorenzo’s actions should be ‘put aside’, as Auguste had said.

“Hm...” Auguste replied, “While I was not privy to the particulars of her punishment, the Sultan was seething with a certain fury. He mentioned that we will not see Shehzadi Mayet again, so it is likely she is at least going back to Alidasht.”

“Duke Lorenzo Vikena.” The Second Prince said, drawing out his words. “Well… I’ll assume you only speak about his slights and not all of his… idiosyncrasies. Well, Vizier Hafiz entered the dinner with a rude remark targeted at Duke Lorenzo for not knowing the inside-out of their traditions of seating order. I understand tradition, but should one really expect others outside of their culture to know all its ins-and-outs?”

“The…seating order.” Wulfric repeated. Indeed, that was ludicrous.

Auguste paused, catching himself. He continued with a cough, “Rumination aside. The two started a war of silvery barbs, trading jabs under metaphors and insinuation due to this perceived slight. Tradition, or otherwise.”

“That and the insinuation made towards Shehzadi Mayet were the only two major slights I could gather. I am sincere in saying that I do not recall anything that could be received as an insult towards the Alidasht. Even the Sultan seemed rather kind and accepting towards Duke Lorenzo compared to the others.”

“You are kinder than anyone deserves, my prince.” The watchdog was grateful for Auguste and his tendency to allow others some face, and it was already a miracle that Shehzadi Mayet’s actions were not considered a casus belli. Still, he had his face in his hands. It was clear he felt deeply guilty for not having been there at the dinner. There was turmoil he had to forcefully silence in his mind simply thinking of what could have happened to the prince if things escalated without him. “Were you injured in any way at all?”

Auguste noticed Wystan’s expression. “This was not at all your fault, dear Wystan. It was clearly unexpected that a visiting royal would draw blades against their host’s citizens.” Auguste reassured, “I am no worse for wear, though perhaps it would’ve been better to have brought a weapon with me. Duke Lorenzo may have been injured so I’ve sent a medic to make certain of his condition.”

“...I am simply glad that you are alright, Your Royal Highness.” Wystan had already pre-emptively decided that he would be the prince’s weapon for the next gathering should he need one.

“Today has certainly proven on several occasions that we should be armed at all times,” Wulfric agreed. “Regarding the Alidasht, I suppose we are more or less even as far as slights, offenses, and incidents which could nearly cause a war go.” His thoughts very briefly turned to Mayet. “It is a shame, but she is the sultan’s problem now.” He stood up to get a refill on his drink. While near Auguste, he clinked his glass against his brother’s. “It is a blessing that you were there, brother.” He gave him a meaningful glance, then retook his seat.

“Lucky that- mother had sent her personal retinue to guard me. They were placated before anything else could happen, swords drawn and all.” Auguste mentioned with a soft sigh.

“My,” Wulfric sighed at that tidbit.

He swirled the liquid within his glass, taking a moment to think. “As far as Lorenzo is concerned, it is not his lack of knowledge per se…It seems more an inability on his part to act diplomatically. If he is truly incapable of proper conduct, then he is simply unfitting to be a duke,” he concluded.

The royal bodyguard thoroughly agreed with the first prince. Quite frankly he had heard and seen enough of this duke’s doings simply due to the fact that they bring utter shame to the Caesonian nobility– the Danroses most especially. “Proper conduct—” Wystan seemed to have recalled something and sighed. “While we are on this topic, earlier this afternoon during the park festival, it was reported by one of my sources that he had a fight with a citizen over…” His eyes squinted, internally questioning even one of his own informants. “...Waffles?” Alas, he would need to double-check the credibility of this.

“Lady Charlotte had mentioned a fight over food had occurred,” the first prince concurred. Of course, she had downplayed her father’s involvement; she likely saw him as an unfortunate target of something unexpected rather than a culprit who’d played his part in it.

“Shortly after, he got into a small altercation with a doctor. Unfortunately, I do not know his name– my source was not close enough to see any nametags.” He continued. “A person had passed out. The doctor approached her and administered a quick test via a light slap on the cheek to gauge her consciousness… Duke Lorenzo mistook this for an assault and yelled at him in open public.” The watchdog finished his short report concisely. “...At the very least, we know he is a decent man.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain,” Wulfric said coolly. “I had an encounter with him after the race. He was clearly inebriated. Alcohol combined with opium is my guess,” he recounted. “He had a breakdown right in front of me, telling me all sorts of personal details. Clearly, he is mentally unstable, and I don’t know that it is only because of his addiction.”

“... I’m going to need some context here, brother, Wystan.” Auguste cut in, “The Duke had gotten into food-related troubles… over waffles? A noble picking a fight with a citizen?” Though he tried to hide it, his tone was a mixture of befuddlement and slight amusement. He had to bite his lip to stop from chuckling.

Wystan simply nodded. There was not much else he could say– even the man who had reported all this to him was in his own state of confusion. “Regrettably I was not around in this area to stop this from happening, but my sources are confident.” He paused. “Unfortunately.”

“The context which I have is for my meeting with him,” Wulfric said, miffed at Auguste’s amusement. The duke’s actions were annoying at best, certainly not amusing. “The only explanation I have is that he is utterly and completely inept…A social disaster,” he stressed.

“Apologies, brother, I can’t seem to control myself as it’s been a long day,” Auguste said. “I understand that Lorenzo is a bit of a hazard regarding matters of politics. But let us move on to another topic. Was there anything else of note?”
The first prince let out a sharp exhale. “No…” he rubbed his temple, grimacing a tad. “No need to apologize. As you have said, it has been a long day,” he replied by way of apology. “Let’s,” he nodded, concurring to move on. “You might keep in mind, however, that if no other solution is found for Lorenzo, I will consider appointing a regent for Veirmont, and you are my first choice for that.” As shocking as such a revelation might be, Wulfric said it entirely casually, as if it were clear as day that this is what should be done. At this, the watchdog’s eyes lit up ever so slightly and darted eagerly to meet the second prince’s. Clearly, someone was overjoyed.

Auguste looked to Wystan, certain in what his friend was thinking. “It is only times like these where you show such emotions, dear Wystan.” The second prince acknowledged with a smile.

As if he’d caught himself, the royal retainer cleared his throat lightly. “Of course, my prince. Still, he was unable to erase his pleased expression even as he looked to the first prince, whose strict presence nearly always had him on his guard. “...His Royal Highness never fails to put forth trustworthy decisions.” Wulfric caught Wystan’s gaze, smirking knowingly. He was aware of the man’s deep regard for Auguste, so the guard’s eagerness didn’t come as a surprise.

“Should it come to such, I’ll happily oblige. However, let us cross our ts and dot our is first before I am named regent of Veirmont.” Auguste concluded, “Though I understand your wariness of Duke Lorenzo, should we not consider Lady Charlotte? It is likely she is not as… how do I say this, as ‘eccentric’ as the Duke.”

“Believe me, brother, if it were entirely up to me, I would make her the duchess at this very moment.” The following silent communication between the brothers was telling enough; they both knew that the current king was unlikely to approve of such. “But no worries. I shall speak with her and see if anything to that effect could be arranged…unofficially.”

“Moving on,” he crossed one leg over the other. “What do you two know about magic?” As relaxed as his tone and demeanor were, his gaze was intent and watchful.

Auguste raised a brow. His brother, bless his heart, was not usually the type to believe in such tripe subjects. To see him bring it up is a definite curiosity. “Magic… Something writ in fairy tales and the like.” He replied, “Why do you ask, brother?”

“I’ve always assumed it was a legend, too…perhaps an artifact of history, at best. But I’ve witnessed undeniable proof of it first hand. I don’t think I could provide evidence to you right now-” he suddenly cut off. Wasn’t the flying spell volo or some such? No, he’d better not make an attempt if he weren’t certain. “Well, I can show you that later. To answer your question: our mother is a witch,” he paused at that revelation. “More importantly, our enemy - Delronzo - is very likely dealing with magic too. Actual magic, unfortunately, not the make believe kind.”

August sat there, stupefied. Magic existed. This was now an objective, irrefutable fact. He knew Wulfric was not the type to bring such things up mildly. He was hit with a double whammy at the fact that their mother was also magically inclined - a witch.

Wystan was stunned for a moment. He was very fond of Queen Alibeth, and with the taboo surrounding the topic of magic within the kingdom– he had no choice but to take a moment to process it all. Perhaps there was something in his mental library he’d need to touch upon, after all…

“There is something my messengers have brought to my attention during one of our meetings.” The bodyguard spoke carefully. “However, I am of the same viewpoint in that I don’t quite believe in its existence– and at that time I had chalked it up to pure nonsense.”

“As you already know, Your Royal Highnesses, one of my main sources of information is Harper– an acrobat at the Caesonian Carnival.” He continued. “She works hard for her craft and shows up to work everyday despite the workload I tend to put on her… during the past few weeks, she’s noticed something about the members of her troupe.”

“Something unusual, unable to be explained by anything mundane,” Wulfric supposed. “Apparently, that’s one of the signs of potential magic use,” he relayed. “So, what is it?” he prompted.

“At first, there were signs of possible drug overuse. To start, their personalities changed… rather quickly, for the worse. Dizziness, loss of balance, nausea, paranoia, depression, and the like. We debunked this as another case patrol to attempt to try and nip the problem in the bud. Another growing drug ring within the area that I’d have to learn about.” Wystan was contemplative for a moment. “And then… their eyes began to emit a strange glow. They came to work one day and Harper had noticed it. It was hard to explain that symptom. Eventually, their health started declining. They’d have nosebleeds almost everyday. Their immune systems couldn’t even take the common cold.” He paused. “That’s why the carnival had to take many breaks– they were severely understaffed.”

Auguste simply grimaced at Wystan’s report. A magical ailment, of all things. He massaged the temple of his nose. The breadth of their responsibilities had tripled with this revelation.

“Wonderful,” the first prince retorted in a tone which suggested anything but. “Well, whether this is in any way related to that party and Delronzo or not, it should be investigated. I do wish we had a group of magical experts…” that last part, while audible, was mostly just him thinking out loud.

Wulfric then looked from one man to the other. “The problem is, since we know so little, even detecting it is difficult, nevermind dealing with it.” He drummed his fingers against the armrest. “Earlier today, the queen showed me a hidden magical archive. So, we do have some knowledge at hand. Given her near-fanaticism against magic usage, I don’t think we have anyone available who could counteract it if needed, however.”

“A magical contingent…” Auguste stroked his chin, “Yes, perhaps it is best to start one… though likely under the guise of secrecy and to be trusted by the inner circle. To be prepared against future, likely magical, threats is important. Especially now that we know Delronzo is privy to such things. Father… well, I am certain he would be against it.”

Wulfric nodded. He was gratified that he and Auguste were in agreement. Their parents were another matter, however. “I am unsure of the extent of his knowledge,” he confessed. “However, I will speak to them both to gauge their stance and see if they could be swayed to be more…open-minded.” He would have to do it rather carefully, though; the last thing he needed was losing the trust they had in him.

Auguste had always wondered why their laws against magic and what he, once thought, were simply tales told by parents to keep their children in check. “We need an individual versed in this… ‘magic’, perhaps one that could help teach us or even guard against it. Heh, easier said than done, no?”

Wulfric returned the chuckle, though his was several degrees darker. “Yes, yes it is.” His expression became profoundly grim as he regarded the scale and severity of the problem. “Especially with all those purges of witches, whether real or imagined.” While he now knew there was an actual threat, he was deeply aware that far too many senseless killings had occurred. Countless of them.

“But it is quite the conundrum, you know,” his lips thinned, the shadow of a tight-lipped smile repressing some other emotion. “All those symptoms Wystan described are a natural consequence of magical use. Overuse in this case, but the dangers are clear regardless. From addiction, to paranoia and psychosis; a menagerie of mental and physical issues. Nevermind the potential abuses. I can see why the attempts at eradication…” he trailed off, but it was clear he didn’t quite agree with it, even though he could, in part, understand it. “Even so, I’d rather make use of it - with due caution, of course. From what I have read, there is no being too careful with it.”

Though it felt not quite in the watchdog’s place to agree, he found himself nodding along to both the princes’ sentiments, trusting wholly in their thought processes. Of course, he was not without his own, and held a softness for those impoverished who felt desperate enough to turn to seedy means of survival. Still, his arms were crossed and he stayed tight-lipped at attention. “Whatever the circumstances, I will be at your command should the time come that a plan is set in place.” He said to the princes, his eagerness to realize the will of the Danroses evident as usual.

“I’m not dead!” Anastasia’s voice dimly reverberated from the hallway before the door swung open. “I’m not dead.” She announced once more, her voice loud and clear as she entered the room. The princess did not hesitate to tiredly throw herself into a chair. She glanced between the three men before declaring, “He refused to see me.” She folded her arms and slunk back. “He let some other person in though right after me… Super rude if you ask me.”

“Your Royal Highness.” The watchdog rose to offer the princess a bow. Of course, it went without saying that he was glad to know that she was well and unharmed.

Wulfric turned a look of fond surprise upon Anastasia at her entrance. “That is good,” he told her, mildly amused at the dramatics. However, he was genuinely thankful nothing had gone amiss. “It may be for the best that he didn’t see you today…” After all, they did not yet know ways of protecting against magic. “But did you see who was to meet with him?”

Auguste simply smiled at Anastasia’s entrance, a mixture of pleasant surprise and bemusement.

Anastasia smiled at her brother warmly in greeting. There was a hesitation before answering and she certainly made a face that expressed she was lingering on the thought. “I did not see, but I did hear… and… Well… it sounded like Calbert Damien to me… “ She frowned and urgently added, “But I was tired, sooo… I wouldn’t bet money on it or anything.”

“I see…Even if you are unsure, this suspicion should be taken into account.” Wulfric turned to Auguste, gazes meeting. They would both know why this was potentially concerning.

“... That is an alarming suspicion, to say the least.” Auguste said, meeting his brother’s gaze. “Count Damien and… certain magical revelations.” Auguste caught his words too late, giving a glance towards Wulfric and Anastasia. “Ahem- Well, it does not bode well for our family, knowing him.”

Anastasia's delicate features contorted momentarily with a cringe as she audibly sucked in air, “Calby’s got his hands full.” She commented, her gaze moving to Auguste. “His house was attacked earlier today… He was really mad.” Her eyes lingered on her brother thoughtfully, but she did not comment further.

Wulfric raised a brow at Auguste, but didn’t remark upon his slip-up. Instead he turned to his sister with a nod. “Ah, yes, the shooting,” he recalled. While he had been informed, he was unsure if his brother knew of it.

A glancing moment of confusion landed on Auguste’s expression. “... It seems that I may have missed much, perhaps too much. I’ll go over the finer details with Wystan later but please catch me up on this… ‘shooting’.” To this, the royal bodyguard nodded dutifully and shared a look with Anastasia.

“Sooo basically Count Damien was having a meeting with someone and a woman attacked his house and broke the person out… Apparently she shot arrows through his windows and everything! The two of them ended up getting away and no one found them. He said it was like they disappeared from thin air.” Anastasia had chosen not to throw Kazoo’s name around. She wasn’t certain of the truth yet, and figured Auguste had no idea who he was anyway.

“Well! Calby said no one got hurt at least.” She commented with a shrug.

Wulfric, unlike his sister, had no compunctions against letting Auguste know the suspect. “Kazumin Nagasa was the one having lunch with Calbert. It’s possible the person who attacked and escaped with Nagasa was that ‘Persephone’ woman. I don’t believe that was confirmed yet, however.” Anastasia visibly appeared unhappy with Wulfric’s words.

Auguste internally grimaced. He was uncertain of Kazumin Nagasa, and he himself did not know Persephone that well either but he felt that there was more to this incident. At the very least it seems she was only a suspect. “... That is an alarming incident to say the least.” Auguste crossed his right leg over his left. “I assume this information hasn’t been revealed publicly?”

“Haven’t heard anything about it publicly yet.”

“It has not. Perhaps not surprising given Calbert’s propensity for secrecy and control.” He turned to Auguste with a subtle if meaningful glance. He wished he could openly speak about Violet’s murder with him. “It seems possible that he may wish to take matters in his own hands, given how fixated he is on those two, does it not?” he probed. Wulfric thought that was just one of the eventualities. He was curious to know what his brother was thinking, though he hoped Auguste would be circumspect if he decided to share. Love as he might her, Anastasia and vital information weren’t the best match.

Auguste shot Wulfric with a quizzical upturned lift of his eyebrow. He could somewhat ascertain his brother’s intentions and thoughts- likely regarding Anastasia and her not being involved within the ‘circle’. That and leakage of information was something Wulfric took to heart. “Good. It is probably for the best that it has only went so far as rumours for now.”

“... Have we been looking into this incident, or has it only been Calbert’s men doing so?” Auguste continued, “It is likely best we catch the perpetrator first rather than Calbert. Letting him control the narrative and potentially sidestepping our authority doesn’t sit well with me.” Though he put it as such, using the authority of the Danroses was an excuse, perhaps to appease Wulfric, he was uncertain.

“Our guards have been looking into it as well,” Wulfric supplied. He peered at Auguste, and thought he caught a sign of something else his brother wasn’t saying. So, he asked softly, “What is it that you are worried about?”

“... Heh, what is there not to worry about, brother. Too many things, revelations and such, have happened in a short timeframe. It’s all very worrying, to say the least.” Auguste said, “Calbert is just high on the list of things that worry me to an extreme degree.” He was also a tad worried about the non-nobility on the run as he knew of Calbert’s tendencies.

“That they have,” he agreed with a head tilt. But there was more to it. Knowing his brother’s personality… “Do you want to protect the suspects? Think that even if we get involved, it might not amount to true justice?” he questioned, staring at Auguste with quiet intensity.

“Well, you caught me, brother.” August confessed, arms slightly raised. “I’d much rather they have a fair trial under the Danroses than one under Calbert. Well, you know me, I’m the type to not leave well enough alone. I’ll try my best at seeking out true justice, even at a personal cost to myself.”

Wulfric huffed, but nodded once. “Very well. I do not mind leaving this matter to you…I’ll assist, of course,” he waved a hand, “but direct it as you like.” Personally, he was most interested in the Black Rose angle. Could it be that Calbert had gone to Marek because of Violet’s murder? There was too much speculation, not enough information. He tapped his fingers idly. “I hate being one step behind like this,” he commented. Leaning against a hand, he fell into thought.

“No doubt I will require assistance, the breadth of this is beyond my ken. Auguste replied, shooting Wulfric a small smile.

“Indeed.” Auguste said, “Even Wystan’s network cannot grasp all of this. Hopefully the meeting we will have soon will elucidate some of these talking points we have had and prod for any new information we might have missed or overlooked. Really, it seems that since the Alidasht have arrived, one fire after another has begun popping up.” Auguste poured himself a shot.

“Mmhm,” Wulfric hummed, and straightened his sitting position. He did have a basic plan of action he wanted to implement against Marek but there was much he didn’t like about any of this.

“Father knows more than he’s saying,” he suddenly remarked. Of course, the same was true for Alibeth, but he generally trusted her judgment, as much as being kept in the dark frustrated him. “He recognized Delronzo’s name…” They both knew very few people were relevant enough for Edin to remember. “Well, you know the ‘who watches the watchers’ dilemma,” a shadowed smile crossed his expression.

Anastasia had been quietly listening. She straightened in her chair and held her knees as she considered everything that had been said. Her gaze slid to Wulfric and Auguste as she asked, “... How can I help?... Obviously I can keep trying to speak with Marek and I can find Kazumin maybe and talk to him too.”

Wulfric pursed his lips. “I suppose Kazumin would be most open with you,” he tacitly agreed that she speak with him. “As for Marek…Yes, however, the procedure when you next attempt to visit will be the same as this time.”

“I don’t know if he will talk to me with the guards.”

“You are not going there unguarded.” That was not up for debate. Wystan could not help but nod quickly in agreement.

“I agree with Wulfric. There are too many unknowns. And this Marek is definitely an unknown factor from what I’ve gathered.” Auguste said, “At the very least have Wystan with you. I would not mind being there either if time permits, but I assume they will not let their guard down if I were present.”

“Mhm.” The watchdog agreed and suggested one other thing. “If you are worried about his willingness to be open with company, I can simply stay hidden while ensuring your protection.”

“We can try it. Whatever I can do to help I want to…” Anastasia told them as earnestly as a tired princess could. She curled up in her chair and laid her head down. “I have your backs, no matter what.”

Wystan gave her a small smile before looking to the princes.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Anastasia. But do note that this desire and the one to ‘protect’ Marek may clash,” Wulfric told her, a note of gentle warning in his tone. This was a lesson even Auguste still needed to take to heart, but at least his sympathies for Persephone seemed less troubling compared to his sister’s for Delronzo.

Auguste closed his eyes, nodding solemnly towards Anastasia, agreeing with Wulfric’s words of warning.

Auguste coughed against the somewhat strained atmosphere that had been generated. “... off that note. Does anyone else have any subject of import they would like to bring up?” Wulfric curtly shook his head in the negative.

“Aside from our further discussions regarding the Count Calbert case, my Prince, I have none.”
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Time: Mid-late morning
Location: Sorian Beach
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Ruby's blush storm went unnoticed by Kazu who had found himself wrestling with trying to get Otto off face, the slimy bugger proving stickier than that damn starfish. His face really could not catch a break and swear to god if he starts getting crotch shot as well there would be hell to pay!

With a somewhat nasty wet phlop Otto popped off his face leaving large sucker marks over his bruised face." Enough with the clinginess aleady!" He scowled out at the cute tentacled creature only to have Ruby suddenly laughing making the two of them jump from the unexpectedness, not that it bothered Kazu in the lightest who was very well used to Ruby's unexpected spurts of emotions to which he just grinned and laughed along with her.

With the issue settled, the cowlicked blonde shifted to lean against the squirming net making himself comfortable as he listened to Ruby's retelling of her past few days." Oh! You got to partake of that breakfast festival?! Though last I recalled it was a pancake party, but waffles are pretty great too." Kazu kept his gaze fixed on Ruby who looked impossibly cute with childlike wonder the way she spoke so excitedly, the bubbly feeling infectious and with each word the frustration and aches afforded him were quickly melting away.

His smile did, however, falter at the mention of Duke Lorenzo starting a fight. One that quickly escalated and worsened until the whole thing was ruined." That is just...horrid. I love fighting as much as the next guy but...never when food involved." Turning his head to the side to allow himself a moment to shed a tear for all the poor, unfortunate waffles and pancakes that went uneaten or soiled by the ground. Merely one in countless abhorrent atrocities these nobles have concocted. He still had good opinions of the duke, though the same wasn't shared after their abysmal first meeting of which he intended to amend or else being friends with Charlotte would forever be tainted.

Afterwards he turned his head to let Ruby continue or finish with spending all of yesterday sleeping." Nobody hibernates better than you, Ruby. A skill I'm still wholeheartedly jealous of and had dire need of." Nodding his head laughing as he moved to rest his head against his right hand propped up by the elbow. Before planning to speak he made sure to take a mental note of this doctor who slapped her. " For the tale I have to tell you will blow all my previous stories out of the water." Giving Ruby a playful splash through his left hand as he stated so while a flashback recap of the past couple days flashed through his head. which the writer is not going to bother typing up as everyone knows them too well.

A story that would go untold for now. And unknown to Kazu could very well be the story he has been searching for, but that is a tale for the future.

Yet again, his friend let out a scream, but this time was anything but jovial or happy and its mere utterance had Kazu turning his gaze over the beach until he saw the large gathering hard to miss. For the first time, Kazu's face had turned completely blank as he saw the state Charlotte had been left in.

Ruby's reaction was understandable and one this farmer might have shared normally, in fact would already have sprung into action. But, for the first time in days he was very much sober and his mind cleared and as such, his reaction was, instead placing a hand on Ruby's shoulder giving it a soft comforting squeeze.

This act was two-fold. To calm the agitated blonde and secondly to tell her to wait. She would see Kazu gently placing a finger to his lips before turning his gaze back to the group. Even from where they were, he could practically see the myriad of emotions and tension.

Something was going to happen regardless; a situation that would only become far worse had the two of them decided to shoving their noses into it. Such that only serves to humilate and worsen the situation for Charlotte all the more. Even without a good view of Olive's face, Kazu could guess how she must be feeling too and the fact none of them could do a damn thing is what infuriated him to no end.

Just as expected, things went into motion as one of the men who looked to be an Alidasht native as well stepped forward to confront the guards blocking the cowardly snake bitch from any attempt at fitting punishment. Witnessing the fight break out and if that wasn't bad enough, some second guy decided to step forward and...

Images of Calbert's cold face flashed into view with empty, calculating eyes. Gun in hand, the cool, cold metal all to fresh against his forehead. A man who held no qualms or hesitation in killing others.

In a blink it was gone, the beach and gentle waters bubbling against him reformed. By this point the situation was over. Only one thought went through Kazu's head, his bouncing cowlick almost seeming to twitch.* Pointless.* And when it came down to it, their actions really did nothing but ease their own personal frustrations. Taking it out on the guards who were merely doing their job and even for Kazu, firing a gun so casually in a public place was simply idiotic and as someone who did stupid shit on a daily basis...

No, not this time. He has caused enough strife for Charlotte and Olive especially. This woman, Layla, while not dangerous like Calbert, was another toxin infecting the kingdom. One of many; who all seemed determined to prevent anyone from just being able to enjoy their fucking day. The warm and soft touch of Ruby's skin brought comfort, enough so to keep his own anger in check. There was a time and a place.

* Go ahead and laugh Layla. Enjoy yourself while you can for just like Calbert. I'll tear you down root and all.* Kazumin thought darkly, his eyes burning holes in Layla's direction. The viper who thought herself untouchable; nothing more than the shredded remains of trash. The alidasht siblings, each of them were nothing more than a problem and danger to Caesonia whom already had plenty of issues due to our disgusting joke of a king. The image of Edin being rubbed and hugged by women made his stomach churn with disgust.

Closing his eyes; shutting it all out to let himself take in a slow, deep inhale followed by a slow exhale. Once finished, his hand on Ruby's shoulder pulled away after giving a comforting pat." Whew. Talk about a hectic scene. Looks like things have settled down." Kazu said followed by laughing while rubbing the back of the head." So you know Charlotte too, huh? Guess we got a lot more to share than we thought." Nodding as he looked back over at Charlotte wondering how she of all people felt about this. The men and their attempts to help, while nice was not something a woman as sweet as her would like.

Tilting his head pondering something while scratching at his head before letting loose a sigh." Go on ahead, Ruby. I'm sure seeing friendly faces will cheer her up. I'll be along shortly." Patting the net as he finished." Got to get this stored away for later tonight. A bonfire fish roast should save the day." Giving her a thumbs up to show everything was good before moving to pick up the net which as expected proved tad difficult." Oof...hope its enough. Oh, and Ruby. Tell them not to worry about treats."

With a wink, Kazu began dragging off the net with Otto chilling on his shoulder waving to Ruby.

A momentary halt as Kazumen peered over at the group. Farim and Wasun, two more he need to learn about and keep his eyes on starting with their names.
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Location: Kalliope’s room —> The Beach
Time: Late Morning
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The grand castle halls echoed with the sound of Kalliope's determined footsteps as she stormed through the corridors, her frustration barely contained. The meeting with the oblivious King Edin had been just as infuriating as she had anticipated, and dealing with his pompous demeanor and mispronunciation of her name had worn her patience thin.

Finally reaching her door, she flung it open with a huff, not caring about any potential onlookers. As she stepped inside, she slammed the door shut behind her, the noise reverberating through the room.

"That pig-headed fool!" she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with disdain as she began to pace back and forth.

"I've had quite enough of King Edin's antics for one day. He truly is insufferable, an absolute pig in a crown!" She hadn’t even looked to see if Cassius was even still there and frankly she didn’t care. She would vent to the air around her if need be. ”It would have been so easy to impale a dagger into that oversized gut today, but no. I’m a good little girl, obedient and loyal as ever…” Her eyes fell on Cassius, lounging comfortably in her room. A soft smile formed on her lips at the sight of him, a welcome sight amidst the turmoil of her thoughts.

Without wasting any time, she started to unbutton her shirt, her movements both determined and slightly distracted. "I need a distraction," she said, her voice tinged with frustration as she pulled off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra underneath.

She tossed the shirt aside and turned to face Cassius fully, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And who better to provide that than you?" she added, her voice low and sultry.

Cassius had stayed undressed from the night before. Even after Kalliope had left the room to go meet with the king himself, Cas had remained comfortable in his most natural state. It had been some time since he had the luxury of staying in a castle, and he enjoyed lounging about and meandering around Kali’s room as he awaited her inevitable return.

He thought of the night before, and how wonderful it had all been. She had proven herself to be his equal in every way, and the two of them truly had an enjoyable time exploring each other’s company and letting the lust that had built throughout the night take over. Though, there was one moment that overshadowed it all.

Cas was not usually the type of man to feel shame, nor did he find himself easily embarrassed. He was confident, brash, charming, and some may say egotistical…perhaps even dickish. He was bold and allowed the waves of the world to wash over him as they saw fit; malleable and unbothered by it all as he pursued his desires and explored the beauty of the world. So, to say that he was embarrassed by the climax of last night was an understatement.

Never once, in all his years of dealing in the arts of pleasure, had he ever muttered the wrong name in bed. It was so unlike him that it left him confused and irritated with himself. He had not let it ruin an otherwise blissful night with Kalliope, but still it festered as his mind wandered to that name once more. Lady Charlotte Vikena. The neighbor girl that he had only just met…why was it her name on his tongue, why could he not get her out of his head?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden flinging open of the door and Kali’s abrupt, albeit enticing entrance. Cassius listened to her words with an endearing smirk as he laid sprawled out on her bed, the only thing covering him was the corner of a sheet barely draped over his manhood. As she began to undress and faced him fully, he patted the bed playfully as an invitation for her to come to him as he took in the absolute beauty of her form.

“Oh darling…I have been known to be quite the distraction. Come here and let me help you work through some of that frustration.”

Kalliope's frustration slowly melted away as she gazed at Cassius, his playful invitation beckoning her closer. She could feel the intensity of his eyes on her, a magnetic pull that drew her to him. With a playful glint in her eye, she sauntered over to the bed, each step exuding confidence and allure as her hips swayed.

The weight of the morning’s frustrations began to fade into the background as she climbed onto the bed, joining Cassius in an intimate embrace. The tension that had gripped her slowly gave way to a different kind of tension, one of desire and longing.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, fueled by the electricity that surged between them. Kalliope's hands explored his sculpted body with a gentle touch, savoring the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.




As their passion reached its crescendo, the world around them faded to black, leaving only the warmth of their bodies pressed against each other. In that moment of intimacy, they found respite from the turmoil of their lives, basking in the afterglow of their shared connection.

In the quiet stillness that followed, Kalliope smirked at Cassius as she glanced up at him through her lashes. ”Good job at not saying the wrong name this time.”

Cassius reveled in the pleasure of the moment as he laid next to Kalliope, his breath still heavy from their rather lovely distraction. It all replayed in his mind as he lounged in ecstasy. The way that their bodies intertwined, the intoxication of the passion they both shared…it had been wonderful to spend this time with Kali. He had needed this after such a whirlwind of recent events, and he was glad to have stumbled upon her glory in the training grounds.

She was truly a beautiful woman, just as fierce and skilled as himself. The absolute grace and the control over her body and technique displayed in every stage of their evening had impressed him, as did the fact that she knew exactly when to surrender that control in order to take full advantage of the thrills of the moment. Truly, it felt blissful to be in the company of a kindred spirit such as her. They both knew exactly what this was, and there was always something beautiful to be found in that.

He admired her allure as she glanced up at him, and even as his own smirk formed in response to her cheeky little jest, he could not help but appreciate her natural beauty. He turned away from her briefly, obviously feigning shock and awe at her insult. He brought his hand up to his uncovered chest and pressed it over his heart dramatically.

“My, my…You truly cut me deep, love. Will I never live down the one and only mistake Cassius Vael has ever made?” He laughed in jest as he rolled suddenly on top of her once more. ”At least you were not so insulted by my error that you would deny yourself from using me a little longer. That would have been a true shame, because it’s clear just…how…much you enjoyed using me to make all your frustrations melt away.”

Cassius looked down at her with a seductive smile as he moved to kiss her, stopping himself just before their lips could meet. ”And oh how I have enjoyed being used by you Kalliope Arden. A warrior with a name fit for a goddess…one worthy of being remembered.” Finally, he allowed his lips to press against hers sweetly. “Truly, I apologize for my error. I am a prideful man, but I am never beyond an earned apology. It was unlike me, and I do not take it for granted. It is a mystery to me why this woman pierces her way into my mind when I least expect it, but I was with you and you deserved my full attention. I’m glad I got the opportunity to make it up to you this morning.”

Kalliope chuckled at Cassius' playful response, appreciating his ability to take her jests in stride. As he rolled on top of her, she met his gaze with a sly grin.

"Oh, I couldn't resist using you a little longer," she replied, her tone teasing. "After all, you are quite the enjoyable distraction, Cassius Vael."

His words of apology and admiration washed over her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. In Kalliope's mind, he was a good friend and a pleasurable companion, nothing more. She had no intention of letting any romantic feelings entangle their dynamic. She valued their connection for what it was—fun, liberating, and entirely physical.

"No need to fret, Cassius," she said, offering him a reassuring smile. "I’m sure I can forgive you…after a day of teasing. That reassuring smile quickly turned into a mischievous smirk. Besides, it's in the past now, and we've got a beautiful day ahead. How about we get a move on to the beach? I'm sure there's more fun to be had, and we wouldn't want to miss out on the waves and sunshine."

With that, she playfully pushed him off of her and got up from the bed, starting towards her closet to gather her swimsuit. Her mind was already shifting to the prospect of spending the day at the beach, the carefree moments and laughter that awaited them. For Kalliope, that was all that mattered—the present, the enjoyment, and the camaraderie she shared with her new adventurous friend.

There it was. That familiar look; the one that normally found itself deployed in his own gaze, but this time it was looking back at him for a change…a look of detachment. For a moment, he wondered if she had misinterpreted his gesture, but thought better of it. He was not usually one that felt the need to apologize, but it had been important to him that she knew he hadn’t meant to be disrespectful to her in that way. Still, the detachment that glazed over her eyes just enough for him to notice made him laugh to himself and wonder if he had been as good at hiding his own version of it the many times it had crossed his expression.

They both knew what they were getting themselves into. Cassius was used to this kind of casual arrangement, and honestly Kalliope had proven to be the perfect partner for such a dance. He admired her and cherished the night…and morning they had shared, but it was clear to him the very moment they started their evening that it was all just for fun. Exactly how he preferred it. He answered her comment about just how great a distraction he had been with his usual, cocky smile and agreed that it would be fun to hit the beach.

It made Cassius chuckle a bit as Kali pushed him off her playfully and rose to get ready to leave. He admired her alluring form a little longer as she made her way to the closet before he rolled to the opposite side of the bed, turning his back to Kalliope as she dressed. Draping his legs down to the ground, he lifted to a seated position and brushed his fingers through his hair.

Cassius once again let his memories transport him to the doorway of the Damien estate where he first laid eyes upon Lady Charlotte. Everything about him that evening had irritated her. Normally, all that would matter to him was that he made an impression, but it was obvious that she had been having a difficult night and for some reason he found himself feeling bad about how things had gone down. Yet, everything about her had left a very different impact. It was baffling the way that tempest in his mind eased the moment he saw her…and how it raged once more as soon as she walked away. The imprint of her face lingered in his vision when he closed his eyes the way the light of the sun does if you stare directly into it. He didn’t know what it was about her that plagued him so…but he knew that he would have to see her again in order to find out.

Standing and spreading his arms into a wide stretch, Cas let the sheet fall from his body leaving him fully uncovered once again. He meandered his way to Kali’s washroom and freshened up a bit before returning and pulling on his pants and boots. As he worked his shirt over his head he addressed Kalliope with a smile.

“Truly, this has been fun Kali. If ever you feel the need for a diversion coming on, you can always call on me to earn that forgiveness of yours a bit more.” He stated with a cheeky wink and a grin, appreciating her choice of swimwear. “But alas, all those poor souls at the beach are being deprived of our beauty and charm…and we simply cannot allow them to suffer such a fate any longer.”

With their playful banter exchanged, Kalliope gathered her things, slipping into a sleek blue-black bikini that perfectly complemented her figure and was perhaps a bit more revealing than necessary. As she moved around the room, pulling on a loose white button up shirt that may have been a mans and leaving it open, she couldn't help but notice Cassius going about his own preparations. His playful remarks brought a smirk to Kalliope's lips as she adjusted the straps of her bikini. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," she replied with a wink, appreciating his unabashed confidence and the way he seemed to fully understand the nature of their arrangement. With a final look in the mirror to make sure her hair was in place, Kalliope shot Cassius a grin before leading the way out of the room.




Soon the vibrant scenery of the beach came into view and the scene was accompanied by the sounds of laughter, waves crashing against the shore, and…a scream? Well that certainly wasn’t unusual at the beach, but it also wasn’t something one came to expect to hear right away. Kali just pushed it aside as she stepped onto the sand.

Her eyes immediately zeroed in on a certain figure by a blanket and chairs—Sjan-dehk. Her heart gave an almost imperceptible flutter, a sensation she hadn’t realized had been happening almost every time she saw the man. But she quickly shifted her attention, her keen senses picking up on a tense scene unfolding nearby. Layla's confrontation with Charlotte was impossible to miss. The years she’d spent practically living with the Alidasht royalty and spying on them for a certain uncle of theirs, had her knowing the extremes Layla could go to.

Kalliope's lips curved into a knowing smile as she strolled over, her presence commanding attention despite her casual demeanor. "Layla, dear, do try to remember that we're in public," she remarked with a mockingly sweet tone, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she knew the woman would likely be shocked to see her there. "It's quite entertaining, though, watching you add drama to the beach scenery. You always were quite good at causing all sorts of drama to hide all of your own flaws. Bravo, really." Her words were delivered with a sardonic edge, her confidence unwavering as she stood her ground.

Cassius took in the various sights and sounds of the beach, letting his eyes wander and peruse the beauty of his surroundings. Such an enticing place, full of laughter and joy…a true melting pot of people doing what they could to unwind and simply enjoy themselves and one another. He could feel the eyes of others land on Kalliope and himself as they made their way onto the sand. Nothing about that surprised him, given how very few people here probably knew who they were at all and the fact that they both absolutely radiated such magnetism.

His own eyes did not linger on anyone long, as subconsciously they were already searching for a specific individual. The subject of their interest soon came into his view. There she was…that neighbor girl with the melancholy eyes, Lady Charlotte. The very woman whose presence had crept into his mind and persisted despite the company of even someone as beautiful and seductive as Kalliope Arden.

He took in the sight of her, admiring her figure in that simple but elegant floral dress that was just sheer enough to hint at the blue bathing suit beneath it, and appreciating the way her hair looked tied back in the pretty little lace bow that only enhanced her natural beauty. She looked happy, surrounded by a group of friends. It was a very different mood from how she looked the other night, and that part of him that felt bad for adding to whatever it was she had been going through reared its head. He watched as she helped hand out smoothies to a few of the people around her, and his eyes started to take in the sight of them all as she interacted with each.

First he noticed the man dressed to the nines. He appreciated the commitment of a gentleman who would choose to suffer such heat in a dress vest.

Next, his attention was pulled by the large man with tan skin. Cassius was rather tall himself, but this man was at least a couple inches taller. Given the tan and build of the man, he wondered if the behemoth had grown up working a forge.

With them, there was the gentleman with the straw hat. Something about the man emitted a warmth and gentle nature even though Cassius could tell he was a competent warrior just from the way he carried himself. Looking over momentarily, Cassius noticed that Kali’s eyes were firmly planted on this man. Interesting. He smiled at the thought of why that might be.

As Charlotte moved to a couple more people, Cassius took in the site of a rather princely looking man with features that drew his mind to the Alidasht. He was wearing a form fitting swimsuit that accentuated his nice physique. The girl near him was wearing a pretty green dress, and her reddish hair was held up by a pearl accented clip. Both of these individuals seemed rather familiar with Charlotte, as did the next two on her journey to hand out smoothies. First, there was an older man with a neatly groomed mustache and then there was another read-headed beauty with a simple but fashionable white beach dress.

As his eyes found Charlotte once more, Cassius wondered about all of these people and the roles they played in her life. Perhaps they were friends, perhaps some were family, and most curiously he wondered if any of them were her lovers. His thoughts, however, were interrupted as what had seemed like an otherwise peaceful situation quickly got out of hand. A sun-kissed woman with a sheer black dress covering a stunning swimsuit approached Charlotte with obvious tension.

As he and Kalliope continued their natural approach, he began to hear a bit of what the woman was saying, but he was shocked at the way the woman removed Charlotte’s lace ribbon and subsequently dumped her own smoothie on her. Cassius felt his blood begin to boil. He wasn’t sure why such an anger began to grow inside him, but it didn’t matter as immediately Kalliope quickened her advance and began tearing into the spiteful woman with reckless abandon. All the while, the beginnings of a skirmish threatened to break out amongst the group as the man in the form fitting swimsuit had his own words for the woman whilst he dispatched a few of her guards. Then there was the matter of the man with the straw hat drawing a firearm. There was a rage in him Cassius had not quite expected. Very interesting indeed.

However, the altercation thankfully seemed as though it was going to end almost as quickly as it had begun…and Cassius let his view return to Charlotte, who was now covered in smoothie as the man in the straw hat retrieved her ribbon and offered his tunic to her in kind. The way he reacted and his clear desire to take care of her made him wonder about the nature of their relationship. Then again, he remembered the way Kali was looking in the man’s direction just a moment ago. He could not help but be intrigued.

Cassius focused his attention on Charlotte’s eyes, and the way that her expression was so different from how it was when she was handing out smoothies. He didn’t know the woman who assaulted her so, nor did he know the nature of their disagreement…but Cassius could not help but feel vitriol in his heart for the woman who did this. He was almost angry at himself for not being able to get there in time to stop it from happening at all, even though he never could have made it in time.

As he looked towards Charlotte he wanted to approach her and ensure that she was okay, but it was clear that she was being taken care of. Multiple people were acting in her defense, and the truth was that she probably wouldn’t have wanted him to insert himself in her business…especially after the events of the other night. Speaking of that night, he remembered the fire she displayed. That spark of anger and passion that she pointed in his direction. None of that was present in this moment. Just confusion, disappointment, and obvious sorrow. Cas could not help but hurt for her. It almost didn’t matter what she might have done to elicit such a reaction from the spiteful woman, he would feel for her all the same.

Cassius found himself hanging back a bit as the whole situation played out, moving a little closer to Kalliope to make sure that she wasn’t in any danger. He knew she could handle herself, but that recklessness reminded him a little too much of himself…and that did not bring him any comfort. Even so, his eyes continued to find themselves to Charlotte as he scanned the area in hopes that the worst of the situation was past them, his hands never far from his axes just in case.

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“Gardening?” Ariella raised a brow. The Duke certainly held many surprising attributes, but she still had a hard time seeing why her mother loathed him as much as she does. “ I’d love to hear more about your interests there, Mother never allowed me to garden because a lady should never have dirt under her nails” Ariella mocked.

As they arrived at the blanket Ariella offered everyone a nervous smile not wanting to interrupt their current conversations. She also grabbed a sandwich and some other refreshments that were laid out before heading back toward the water.

As Lorenzo and Ariella walked she unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite, she didn't realize just how hungry she was. It was refreshing. Taking in a breath she looked over at Lorenzo “ Like I said, it won't taste great but you’ll be feeling a lot better at least until tomorrow. Hopefully by then your stomach has had some time to settle.” Taking another bite she tried to change the topic from his stomach problems. “ So the dinner certainly was interesting, how are you after that entire show?”
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The warm greeting from charlotte made his smile even brighter and was happy to help her carry a few shakes from the vendor and back to the others. it was always nice to see her and it seemed that his first suspicions were right as to the colorful nature of the others she kept in her presence. Even Sjan-dehk showed up and joined them. “good morning to you as well Sjan-dehk, I do hope one of our missives was able to reach your diplomat yesterday?” he wasn’t sure if Erik was able to return the message to the lady that he had escorted here but he hoped he did.

Another nod a Farim, “I am glad that we were able to run into one another on such a day and without the restrictiveness of the high courts and paperwork to get in the way. It seems you are enjoying yourself friend.” He was glad he was on good terms with both Farim and Munir they had their faults but he found that the two of them where actually good company compared to most of their family. “ill continue to stand thank you, I’m still dripping.” Motioning to the water dripping off his loincloth, “but it is a pleasure to meet you all.”

One of the others that he wasn’t too particular about did slither her way right into their nice day. The tension that grew with her words was striking to say the least. The confidence in her arrogant speech was palpable, more so with the presence of her guards that seemed to eye him incredulously as they approached. This in turn made him take a single step closer to John, not out of fear but he was the only one there he absolutely had to protect if everything went south. The way he looked at the girl was more of disproving then rage even if it did make him upset. Seeing her take charlotte’s ribbon and pour out her drink on her almost made him lose his cool.

The quick thoughts of how he could quickly disable her before her guards reacted flashed through his mind. A broken knee, dislocated shoulder, a few broken ribs for good measure. Not deadly but a statement on how to treat others. he shot a glance to John that said he was angry but wouldn’t respond, they both had to play their part and continue the charade of non-violence or at the very least poor fighters in public.

Roman had half a mind to pick a fight but soon found that he would not have too yet. Keeping up his guard and defensively stepping closer to Charlotte as the others threw insults and Farim disabled a few of her guards. Even Sjan-dehk had a few choice words in his native tongue pulling his pistol free. A few new comers he could see approach, one that shouted at the Alidasht princess and another he recognized as Cassius Damien from the archery competition. It seemed Cassius also approached in a defensive manner.

In a few moments it seemed that the princess wasn’t going to retaliate, if she did he would definitely intervein before letting the others. out of those he could see here he believed that he likely held the most political sway out of the others followed close behind by Farim. He was well aware that his name carried weight in the royal echelons as he has personally made and hand delivered items to several of them. As well as being in very lucrative trade deals with them through the Ravenwood Artisans guild and their subsidiaries. In total his family held a significant portion of trade throughout the kingdoms in almost every type of importation and exportation.

Roman turned back to Charlotte with a warm smile just as he had before, “Well now you really don’t have a reason not to go swimming.” Trying to make light of the situation and cheer her up, “you can’t control the actions of others but you can decide how you let it affect you. So how about a swim? and tonight if you like, I would like to invite you and the others here.” He motioned to the others with a quick look and hand gesture. “To my people’s celebration and ritual of the summer solstice out by lover’s lake tonight. Clothing is optional.” He smiled again clearly trying his best to pull her mind off the topic at hand and onto the future.
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The friendly face was genuine as John was introduced to Charlotte's group after fetching the smoothies with the rest of the group, putting his hand on his chest as he gave a light bow. His gaze towards Olivia was a curious one, having not seen nor heard of the woman before. "Dr. John Harling Williamson of Varian Institute of Science. It's a pleasure to meet you both. Farim, it's great to finally see eye-to-eye with the man himself. Your company helps connect our cultures together. Always enjoyed a good book from Alidasht." John looked over to the Alidasht noble first, giving a brief and frankly a little bit corporate greeting, but soon his tone of voice suddenly grew more excited as the topic of science were on the table, even just for a little bit. "Oh, it's going on fantastic! I work for the royal-affiliated institute, so we get to play with cool things as it came out of the lab, things like seeing how your bones look like, without doing anything to you. Not my work of course, but we're already so excited to play around with that. I can always talk about it more later if you all want." He controlled the urge to digress on the thing that made him excited to turn to Olivia. "And Miss Olivia, I don't believe we have met."

The foreign gentleman gave his introduction as well. Not a blacksmith, a company owner nor a doctor, but a warship captain from Jafi, or Viserjanta? It was a bit confusing with the wording, but John could always ask later. But being a pirate hunter is genuinely a pretty cool job. You get to sail the large intimidating warships while fighting for justice. It is dangerous, but that's what makes the job more noble. "I used to imagine sailing those cool warships with those cannons firing when I was a kid. It must be so nice doing that for real, huh?" He gave Sjan-dehk a smile. "Anyway, if you're here for diplomatic, trading or just here for a good time...well, hope you're enjoying yourself, Sjan-dehk. Caesonia always look great around these times."

He'd say, this group seemed a lot more chilled out and friendly compared to the nobles of the first day. John was enjoying the company when alas, fun was cancelled. Layla, whom he left the first night after the dance having more positive impressions than what she gave off now, arrived to simply spit on everyone's mood. While it had that effect on everyone else, most specially poor Charlotte, it was...more humorous to John than anything. It was so over the top show-off, John questioned the actual motivation behind this whole thing. As she insulted his intelligence when it comes to an overly warm attire, John simply returned her gaze with a sneer colder than the northern tips. He was not taking up any of her taunts, not to him or his friends, but instead his raised eyebrow, crossed arm was firm and shrewd.

Roman signalled to him not to fight, and that was the only time John peeled his gaze away from her. He was not going to intervene out of respect and understanding of the roles they play, but continued to watch the ordeal explode in front of him. Farim disabling the guards, Sjan-dehk getting his weapons ready. It was a mess, but it eventually resolved itself at least somewhat peacefully and Layla began to leave. The Varian doctor only responded to her once before she disappeared.

"You can drop the arrogant act. It doesn't hide anything."

With a roll of an eye, he turned back to Charlotte and the group. "Again, I'm sorry to see that." He offered her his smoothie to compensate for the one being dumped on her. He heard of Roman's invitation, but his mind blanked a bit at the clothing is optional part. What? "I'll try to be there, if nothing comes up." With clothes though. His classy style aside, he wasn't going to go naked anywhere.
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