[color=f49ac2][h3] Ayel Raunefeldt [/h3][/color]

[color=fff200][i]Raunefeldt Residence[/i][/color]

The audacity. How dared they tell him to return to his residence. No one but a royal and himself could tell him what to do. The ever so gracious, levelheaded and always considerate nobleman had surely given those rude good-for-nothing a good reprimand. It made his fall into sleep go so much easier, it had filled him with enough self-importance that he felt compelled to fall asleep.


When Ayel finally was waking up, he felt however disappointed, he had not been having any rich and intriguing dreams about himself, neither did he receive any guiding visions of Aelios. He felt momentarily at a loss, til he focused his eyes on the ceiling above and the large mirror he had neatly placed there. There was something special in being greeted by the person you loved in the morning. 

After a having taken a few moments to take off his face mask, the Marquess took some deep stares at himself. While the world had gone dark, he was confident that his face would be the substitute sun until things would return to normal. 

Those damn brutes were surely to blame, and their barbaric worship of the ice witch. 

But while he knew that he was rich, he simply couldn't afford the time to think about those half-humans, no he had work to do. 

The man walked over to his mirrors, all twelve of them neatly arranged in a circle, so that no matter where he would look he could always get the full view. 

[b]"Mmm... perfect." [/b] He mused softly and then fetched a small bowl of water to wash himself, which he did. Soon after he began to apply all his various oils and skin lotions. He could not stand it if he would get a wrinkle before Lord Stormlight. And when. If. He would get one. It would be a sign of aged charm. Like a man who gets some grey hair or beard. 

Not that he would want a beard. It would cover up too much of his perfect jawline. It wasn't worth the effort. Ayel took of his net-headpiece which had been kept on during the night to protect his locks of hair. 

[b]"You are such a ravishing, strapping and handsome  man, Lord Raunefeldt. Oh yes you are... hmm... mmmhmm."[/b] He chuckled and reached for his box of wonders, opening the finely carved miniature chest which stood in the middle of the twelve mirrors. 

He picked up some lipstick and applied a dark purple colour to his lips, making a smacking sound and giving himself a raised eyebrow. His reflections truly did him more justice than anyone else. The ever humble and humility adorned noble then opened his jewelry box, chosing between all his rings. Even if he had left his large collection at home, still picking between fourty was tough work. 

After much consideration and deliberation he was finally done, picking a ring for each finger. Then he walked over to put on his attire, the corset was put tight. Not because he considered himself fat, but it was a fashion statement and a show that he was aware of his looks and wasn't some overendulging 'new rich' person. 

He then proceeded to comb his hair, meticolously making sure that his locks would lie perfectly on his head. It was an important thing, his head held the greatest mind of Aurelia for generations, such were to be taken care of. 

He did his finishing touches on his attire, choosing a pink longcoat with fur collar and peacock feathers. He then carefully picked up his family broché depicting his mother in profile. 

[b]"Oh mother dearest, if only you could see me right now. Not every mother can say they've birthed something this good. Mm. Yes."  [/b]The always considerate nobleman smirked and picked up his walking cane. He would use one today, his sword having already been strapped by his belt. 

He knocked on the doot with his cane. 

[b]"Doors." [/b] He said aloud. 

There were silence. 

He coughed softly. 

[b]"Doors!"[/b] He said in a louder tone, his ever so finetuned patience growing thin. 

[b]"Open the fucking door!" [/b]He yelled out in rage before he came to the realization that he had no maids or butler. 

Faldrin. That useless idiot. What was taking him so long? He didn't have time to wait two months. 

The nobleman opened the door himself. It was thankfully his own door and not some germ infested commoner handle he had touched. But he still felt a lump in his stomach, that what if the handle had not been cleaned enough. He took out his napkin and cleaned his hand. 

Breakfast. He had to eat. Oh what a bother. How had he missed the fact he needed a cook? Then again. They were servant folks. They were so easily forgotten. He had to try solve his hunger himself. He went to fetch himself some wine, cheese, smoked pork and tomatoes. 

While he was enjoying his successfully crafted breakfast he realized he should go visit the Aelios shrine again, to make an offering and get himself and the prince properly blessed. That woman which Aelios had acted through might be able to relay his concerns to Aelios herself. 

The noble wiped his mouth and then put some of the leftover tomatoes into a small basket. These would be a good offering. 

His sister was seemingly already out. A good morning indeed. He went over to one of the windows, undid the hatches and looked at the blue skies, the white fluffy clouds and the view of his favorite room in Aurelia. That painting was perfect to use as a substitute for the damnable darkness and state of peasant plague that afflicted Dawnhaven.


[b]"Mmm... to the shrine then." [/b]He said softly, picking up a big black hat with a feather, putting it on his head before locking the door and heading out.