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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess @PapaOso Cassius, Charlotte
Mention: Draaaake

Lorenzo let out a sigh followed by a low grumble as Charlotte attempted to aid him. She even pulled Cassius into the matter, stating that the young man could help carry the gifts. How many were there? Two? No… Benjamin has one! Lorenzo sighed once more.

“We need to find Benjamin. Benjamin… He has the third gift… He holds the key to making this day the most memorable in Lord Drake Edwards’ life.” Lorenzo struck his fist down on the table as a way to push himself to commit to deliberate action. He couldn't let himself sink into drunkenness! Not yet! “Red and white… Those are the wrapping paper colors… I used for the first two gifts… Mhm. Those. I have to.” Lorenzo struck the tabletop again! “I must stand… I must get to the parked carriage.”

Rising to his feet again is when the well-dressed duke truly felt the effects of all of the alcohol he had consumed. He took a moment to look to turn his body, swiveling to get a feel for his coordination. It was terrible. Add the fact that he'd have to walk on grass.

Also add the fact that he had to walk through the party scene.

Oh, you're not done. Now, add the fact that he might pass his enemies going to and from the carriage.

“Lottie, I'm afraid you and your… Cassius? Ugh…” Lorenzo hadn't even looked at either of them in an attempt to focus his mind while he laid out the plan. Despite his attempts to compose himself, his slurring grew worse. “You sshould both head to the pile of giftsss ov’r there… One is red… one isss white. Just….” Lorenzo shut his eyes for a moment in an attempt to find the words he needed to continue on. “Jusst look f’r my name in them and I’ll go… I’ll go to the carriage myself. I… I must do it alone. I am… Duke- no. I am King Vikena. King Vikena can do anything.” His first few steps lacked finesse, appearing as if he was too dizzy to walk. All it took was for him to find a straight path for him to stick to, and with that, Lorenzo was moving with some level of stability. Still his facial expression appeared as if he was performing the most arduous task.

For Lord Drake! For the Kingdom! For Furonia!

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess @Helo @PapaOso Cassius, Callum, Charlotte
Mention:

Charlotte with her charm had for a moment, taken Lorenzo away from the goings on of the stage. He couldn't help but admire her in such a carefree state as he she held onto him.

“She’s got… cheesy toes!” Lorenzo chuckled. It would be his last during this outing.

“The cheesiest.” He added before watching her stumble. He took a step forward to aid her but stopped the moment she erupted into laughter. He smiled, sharing her happiness before his eyes drew to the stage.

Lorenzo thought he'd be staring into the eyes of a hateful enemy. One he could glare at with nothing but enmity. He stood strong as they locked but… something was off. Something was…

Disgusting. Completely and utterly disgusting. The idea of it- No he could see it here and now. Lorenzo mentally cursed the image slowly cementing into his psyche. Now, he was silent, paralyzed with regret. The man could only wish he hadn't attended this party today. He wished he was blind. Temporary or permanent, it mattered not to him. All he desired was to unsee the abomination set before him.

Which god dared do this? Which god yearned to birth such enmity and aversion into the core of his being? Into his soul? What had he done to deserve this? Lorenzo was no saint but even if he was a shameless debaucherous scoundrel, he would not deserve this… this thing. It would be perfectly fine for someone else but for Lorenzo, this was no different than serving him a stack of syrup-glazed pancakes for lunch. A late lunch at that! One that could never be mistaken for the flexible meal-time known as “brunch.” Blasphemy! Perhaps it was exactly that. Some foul demonic entity was preying upon his peace and sanity. Poking at him with a bloody dung-covered spearhead, cackling as it did so. He only wished it had aimed for his eyes first.

Blindness. Was it the remedy? Or was it the goal? To remove the very sight from his senses could not save him as much as he wished it could have. What of his mind? His soul? Stricken and assaulted so viciously that he might not recover. Perhaps if he continued drinking, he could forget. That… that would be the remedy, yet also a gamble. What if he remembered despite putting himself in a terrible stupor? What if in that stupor, he entertained this thing that deserved to be wholly rejected? What if he accepted it?

Disgusting. Completely and utterly disgusting….

Dutchess Victoria’s head whipped toward Lorenzo, her eyes appeared to be filled with burning passion. A passion Lorenzo was no stranger to, as he could recall the same look Mayet had given him when he attended dinner with the Alidasht royal family. Her lips parted as if she was going to speak, however, her attention was drawn elsewhere. Lorenzo was bewildered by this advance coming from someone he was never fond of. As abusive as Emina was to him, Victoria seemed to somehow supercharge Emina’s willingness to commit harm to him. All the two women needed was a single afternoon outing and his wife would return to him in an intolerant and nigh hateful mood.

So why? Why was Victoria looking at him in this way? Was this her method of enacting retribution? Or had she been flattered by the insult to her foul-smelling feet?

Does she like that sort of thing
… please no. Pleeeeease no.

Maybe… Maybe it was all in his head. Gideon, her husband, had approached her to take control of the situation. Lorenzo thought him to be a masterful mediator while he appeared to have some kind of magical power to subdue the hellish fiend of woman. As Gideon laid a hand on her, Lorenzo felt it safe to look away but something kept him. She kept him.

What now? A threat? An insult?

Her lips curled into a tight, challenging smile. A daring smile that one flashed when faced with an on-par obstacle. Even with her beloved husband at her side, she dared try to tempt Lorenzo. The betrayal! Her eyes were locked on him, requiring him to use every ounce of his being to keep from dry heaving. Lorenzo would remain strong in the face of such adversity but could doing so only encourage her? With all the elegance and poise of a practiced noblewoman, Victoria lifted her glass, as if in a mock toast, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around the stem. Lorenzo could only gulp knowing there was no doubt anymore. This… this was real. This was true. He had mistakenly opened the gates of hell and now there was a horrid demon claiming him with lustful intentions.

"Enjoy the party, Duke Vikena," she said softly, her voice carrying just enough edge for him to know what she desired from him if it wasn't already obvious. As she lowered her glass, her eyes remained fixed on him. She didn’t need to say anything more—her look alone was enough to make it clear. It was an invitation. A depraved invitation. Lorenzo could do nothing as he dared not embarrass Gideon in such a way. Falsely claiming his wife had smelly feet was a small thing but this… This was alarming. How could he tell Gideon his wife's intentions? What if Gideon was in on the whole thing? No… he had his peculiarities but Gideon Edwards was not that kind of man. Lorenzo had just created a temptress he did not desire in the slightest, and he was well aware Victoria Edwards was not a woman who forgot about the things her eyes desired. It's why she had nearly everything she wanted at the end of the day.

With one last piercing stare that could cut through steel, she averted her gaze and addressed everyone, or that's how Victoria made it appear. Despite not looking his way, she still addressed him… secretly yet in the open, she continued to speak to him.

"For the record, I bathe daily and apply only the finest floral-scented lotions to my feet regularly. I receive pedicures every week from the best in the kingdom. If anyone doubts me, you're welcome to sniff my feet yourselves!"

An invitation. Just as he thought.

Lorenzo took a seat, again cast into despair, knowing Victoria was unrelenting. She would force him to smell her feet now, and there would be no end to her attempts until he gave in. To think the woman had a foot fetish, and he unknowingly stepped into the web of her kink. Grabbing another glass, he could do nothing but embrace it. Embrace it so he could forget this if he was lucky. As he drank half the glass, he noticed Charlotte and Cassius lying beside each other in the grass below. He was glad to see her happy but was unsure what to think of Calbert's son. He had been so nasty to him, yet seemed fixated on Charlotte.

“Why are they still on the grass… oh, they're drunk… like me… oh,” Lorenzo mumbled. “Lottie… please darling, get up… There's… there's feet down there, Lottie. So many feet… ugh… I have to give Lord Drake his gifts…. I have to do it… do it before the dutchess finds a way to corner me.” He mumbled barely intelligibly. “Lottie… get up from there. The king ferret…. Lorenzo Vikena, the ferret… the ferret king of the Furonian Kingdom demand… it.” Lorenzo sighed in defeat, resting the whole weight of his face on his propped hand mumbling to Charlotte as the Ferret King Lorenzo Vikena of the Furonian Kingdom about getting up from the grass to avoid being attacked by feet.

Young Justice

Location: Kobra Warehouse
Interactions: The Insiders
Mentions:

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Though Viktor inquired about utilizing smoke for concealment to Quiver, he wasted no time awaiting an answer. Viktor preferred and often employed aggressive tactics against his foes. Fast and lethal… without the lethal nowadays.

“Cover the rear, you two!” Viktor ordered as he tossed a smoke grenade to form concealment in the open space beside Pei’s avenue of approach. As the grenade produced its thick smoke, Viktor holstered his rifle on his back and immediately rushed forward to support Pei with a flanking maneuver. The walls of smoke and ice did well in splitting the attention of the Kobra agents. The one of ice presented an obvious threat as it advanced on their position while being used as a weapon against them. While the smoke brought on feelings of anxiety, wondering when and where Rain might leap from its confines.

With more focus on the devil they knew, a few of the gunmen found themselves unprepared for what came next.

Cora’s sudden lightning strike not only disabled the central air system in the facility but it caused a flickering in its lights.

NOW!

Viktor leaped from the smoke, performing a vicious lariat to drop one gunman while continuing forward with little change in his momentum. Blitzing the next agent, Viktor hit him with an opened palm thrust, sending him flying back into the garage’s back wall.

With the counterattack proving to be successful, Viktor took the opportunity to respond to Cora’s previous message on comms.

“Hold off for now, Stormcaller, I think we may have found what we're looking for,” he said just before delivering a kick to the ribs of a Kobra agent attempting to pick himself off the ground. Viktor continued forward toward a pallet stacked with canisters filled with an unknown substance. With the smoke cleared and the ice settled, Viktor grabbed two canisters from the stack. “My squad has secured the objective. Your squad should focus on securing our extraction. We’ll meet you outside and then we'll attempt to rush back to the boat.” Viktor approached Kassy with a single nod.
“Mirage. When we get out there, try to save your energy. We need you for crossing.” Viktor might have said, ‘We might have pushed you too hard,’ but he knew Kassy could take the pity as an insult.

Once this squad was ready, they'd make their way outside to rejoin the others and finally get the hell out of this swamp.

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Outside…

The young heroes began to turn the tide inside and outside of the facility, yet it seemed that there was no ending to the Kobra agents outside. Unlike inside the base, the agents outside made use of every weapon they had at their disposal. With some of their metas taken down, the troops strangely became even more aggressive as they fired their sound emitters with no disregard for crossfire.

The woman agent making strange motions with her hand to control her green blob grinned bigger and bigger before the blob just only grazed Cora’s backside. In an instant, she was easily pulled into the translucent green blob that was oddly quite comfortable inside. The air was breathable best of all, cool. The issue for Cora would be her ability to escape its slightly elastic yet impenetrable walls.

“Checkmate!” With her prey caught, the woman had one hand raised toward Vincent and the other toward the sky where Cora was in her slowly descending green bubble. “HEY! HEY! STOP! Make another fucking move and she FUCKING DEAD! I am keeping this thing from crushing her to the size of a basketball! You hear me too, flower girl?! It's like a dead man's switch! Don’t test me!” Her threat caused Daphne to revert from her petal form and displayed her raise her hands.

“Talos… I won’t- No, we have to do something.” Daphne didn't want to give up so easily but the situation seemed dire. She felt at fault for not going after the meta more quickly. Every second they remained still, kept Cora safe. At the same time, those same passing seconds made the two more and more exposed to the many barrels aimed their way. “Let her go and we're gone!” The team had secured the objective so all they needed to do was leave. “We won't return. We'll leave and we won’t come back.” A hint of panic was carried in her tone as she looked back and forth between Cora floating in the bubble and the woman holding her.

Meanwhile, Zach had finished delivering a clean punch to the mug of the meta he had wrapped up in ethereal vines. Though the guy endured the punch, there was little he could do about the vines at the moment. He knew he should have swapped opponents and faced Vincent instead.

“How about your shoes?!” He asked as a reply to Zach’s previous statement. Pink foam fired from several directions his Zach’s lower body, hardening and encasing him by the second. “Just give up Zatara. You're better off being a social media sensation. That's your stage. Here, not so much.” Though he hadn't hit Zach again, a wave of doubt and demoralization washed over the magician yet again. He could fight but what could he do as he was being immobilized?

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Violet
&
Alexander

Time: Late Morning
Location: Damien Estate → Lover’s Lake
Mention: Fritz/Ryn @JJ Doe, Calbert and Liliane Damien, Charlotte @princess, Roman @ReusableSword

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The Damien Estate. Alexander’s eyes lit up as he took in the view of the property from the small window of the carriage approaching the front gate. Though he had been here previously on the night of the masquerade party, seeing it now, revealed in the light of day, only added to its allure. To think the very element that unmasked the beauty of the Damien home was what he could only mildly tolerate, especially on clear-sky days like these. Still, there were tasks he needed to complete and ongoing operations that needed the occasional or even frequent stoking.

Scarlett. I continue to force our paths to cross. Alexander had not completely planned this visit, at least not this soon. Reviewing the objectives laid out during the Black Rose Company meeting brought forth a realization for him. Alexander actually found it a touch humorous. The two other men who knew Violet’s true nature were also considered enemies of her father. A grin spread across his lips as he thought of how entangled the threads of these relationships were becoming.

With the Black Rose Company embedded with the Damien family staff as an illusion of providing needed additional protection, the carriage was let into the property. Concurrently, word was being passed that Violet had a guest. The information passed from servant to servant until Violet heard a firm knocking on her bedroom door.

She had been in the midst of a rare moment of quiet, savoring the stillness of her room, when the knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Lady Damien, a Mr. Deacon is here to see you. He intends to escort you from the property to talk about… work.” The servant didn’t even believe in the message she was conveying. “If you prefer it, I can send him away.” She offered, assuming Alexander might be a bother to Violet’s desire for solitude.

The news of Alexander's visit caught her off guard, and her mind raced with the implications. She knew Alexander Deacon well enough to understand that his visit was never without purpose, especially given the intertwined web of alliances and enmities surrounding them.

She stood up slowly, smoothing out the fabric of her black morning dress as she considered the situation. The offer to send him away was tempting, but Violet knew better than to avoid Alexander. His presence on her family's estate, under the pretense of discussing "work," was a signal that something important needed to be discussed, but truthfully, she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see him again. Strangely, through their conversations, she felt herself growing fond of Alexander.

"Thank you, but I'll see him, I am under his employment now, attempting to keep myself busy so he may make an appearance from time to time." Violet replied, her voice calm but firm. She dismissed the servant with a nod and a soft smile.

Violet took a moment to compose herself, her reflection in the mirror showing no trace of the unease she felt. The dark circles from the lack of sleep were evident, and despite her attempts, she couldn’t seem to hide with makeup. Taking a deep sigh, she stood tall, attempting to pull herself together; she could be herself around Alexander; however, the presence of him at her home would likely have the household buzzing, and she wanted to avoid any unnecessary attention.

Finally making her way down the corridor, she headed down the large stairs; grabbing her thick black coat, she pulled her hair around her shoulders, adjusting it to sit comfortably. She turned back around to see many of the staff members waiting at the top of the staircase watching and whispering. She knew that before long, this would likely get back to her parents as well, which, after the conversation she just had with her mother, she hoped would go unnoticed.

Heading out to where the carriage had been pulled Violet opened the carriage doors. Her crimson eyes landed on Alexander as the bright hues from her red eyes seemed to glow under her hooded cape. With the help of his attendant Violet stepped into the carriage sitting across from him. It was a familiar feeling, one that brought her back to the night of the stables.

“Should I expect early morning calls after a night of drinking to be a regular occurrence?” her voice tinged with sass as it was clear Violet was certainly not a morning person. Alexander simply sighed as he held open a small, black, hard-covered book in his right hand.

“As if you’re busy with something important.” His eyes remained affixed to the open page containing a list of thirteen names. A dozen nobodies and someone Violet might become deeply connected to. “Wait! Before you tell me otherwise, I only jest.” He grinned as his eyes finally met hers. The carriage suddenly started moving but he kept his eyes on hers as if searching for something in them. “How are you?”

Her red eyes narrowed in on his “As if you care about the response to that question.” She sighed. “I sent a letter to Lord Fritz last night, I expect he will receive it this morning, and truthfully…” she paused taking a moment to catch a breath “I am still uncertain about the arrangement but I suppose we should see how the meeting goes.” She sat back against the carriage wall “I almost had my maid for breakfast this morning as well.” She sucked in her breath and held it for a moment before releasing it slowly. She took notice of the book in his hands with writing inside of it. “Does that book have anything to do with why you decided to call on me so early?”

“...” Alexander parted his lips to speak but refrained, deciding to take another second to think about what Violet just shared with him. “That and those eyes I admire so so much.” With little effort, Alexander tore the page of interest from the book. “I… missed you.” He shamelessly bit his lower lip as he shut the book and started to neatly fold the paper on his lap.

Blinking, her eyes widened slightly at his admittance to the reason for his visit. “..I’m surprised,” she said truthfully as she watched him fold the paper on his lap. She wanted to trust the words he said to her but his life was coated in lies and secrets, ones she knew well and others she only imagined existed. Yet foolishly she couldn’t help herself but to indulge in the fantasy of it all. She remained silent while he continued folding the paper, waiting for some kind of hint as to what exactly it was he wanted to speak on, it sure as hell wasn't for her company.

“And aware…” he added before extending the folded paper to her with an outstretched hand. “And informed. Don’t read the names aloud, please. Simply look and tell me how many more you recognize.”

Violet reached out and grabbed the paper from his hand. She carefully opened it up and took a moment to read all the names and double-check them before folding the paper up once again and extending it back. “None,” she said simply before leaning back in the carriage. “Well…Other than Lord Fritz Hendrix but you know that.” Her eyes watched him as if trying to find some kind of clue for the question.

“Good… Actually, ‘not too bad’ may be a better reply,” Alexander said with a shrug before reaching and retrieving the paper back.

“They’re all marked for death by…” He paused as he seemed to be saying too much. “Well, my people are still unsure, but I can assure you the threat is real enough for me to come to you so suddenly this morning. For that I do apologize, Scarlett.”

“Marked for death?” She studied his face as she thought. However, her initial reaction was not one people would normally have upon hearing that news. “There are worse things in this world than death but … what exactly did Lord Fritz do to wind up on that list?”

“I can't say, really. There are far too many reasons for wanting someone dead.” Alexander smoothly slipped the folded paper between the pages of the book from once it came. “What’s important to me is that your potential source of blood remains alive. And though I don't have much to go on, simply informing him of the plot may greatly aid him.” Alexander chuckled lightly. “It’s almost too perfect that you happen to be meeting with him soon… And poor Roman. Or perhaps, lucky Roman, hmm.”

“So you want me to share this information? I might need more than just ‘your name is on a death list.’” She took in a breath.

“I don't want you to do anything, dear. I am providing you this information so that you may make your own decision regarding one of your lambs with it. If you can't convince Count Fritz with your word alone then it may be best to let him perish. There should be more trust between you two. Again, poor Roman.”

“I don't see how Roman has any factor in this…” she responded, confused by his concern for him.

“Oh… I’m sorry if I honed in on you not mentioning a meeting with Roman as well.” His tone was dripping with a false sense of concern. “He must be your backup plan. I like that. Good thinking.”

Her face dropped as a shadowed expression glided across her face. “I haven't found the words to say to him yet.” She said softly, her red eyes glancing out the carriage window for a moment. The slight exposure of her neck from turning her head set a vicious and curious thought in the mind of Alexander. He leaned forward ever so slightly, feigning interest in her words though her flesh… her crimson nectar within was his focus. “I don't have backup plans. I have regrets, and as I said, I don't know about the situation with Lord Fritz. The idea scares me in truth. Maybe the idea of accidentally killing someone is easier to swallow when it's a stranger than a friend. I wouldn't put Roman in that position.”

How would it taste? Desirable? Disgusting? Warm? Or perhaps cold and refreshing. Her eyes moved back to look at him, unaware of what lay beneath his surface.

“If that's how you decipher your relationships, then so be it, but don't include me in that.” She tugged at her cloak as she smoothed it out against her lap “I would like to say I can include you in that mix, a friend that is. That is why, regardless of your motives, I wouldn't toss your name to the wolves either.”

And if you did? Ohhh Scarlett… Cry monster and I'll show them one. A red-eyed bloodthirsty killer.

Violet shrugged her shoulders glancing down to her lap as her hands fiddled with a loose thread.

“Roman saw me before anyone else did…and you..you helped me in many ways that I'm not sure I can express properly. So no. Not a backup plan. More like a reason as to why I haven't taken you up on your offer.” The dark thread twisted around her pale finger.

“Precious… You make this difficult, you know? To be in your presence, and remain… professional.” The thread around Violet's finger snapped as Alexander looked out the closest window, eyeing the passing trees. Her red orbs moved with ease to look at him.

Lover's Lake… Sly driver, you.

“I respect it, Scarlett. Sorry for assuming you were like everyone else. Selflessness is so rare these days, and that's why… why I think I can… No, I shouldn't…” He gulped, keeping his eyes off her and to the passing trees through the window.

Her eyes followed his to see the passing trees, unaware of where they were. Her eyes darted between him and the window.

“What is it?” She shrugged “You’ve helped me take a life, you helped me dump a body and listen to me rant about all sorts of useless things. At least allow me to offer the same if you want it…” Her voice dropped to a deep tone at the end.

“See. There you go again, Scarlett.” He faced her with a brief smile before his expression turned serious. “I-” His voice was but a whisper. He leaned toward her at first but then moved across the gap to seat himself right beside her. Violet’s heart skipped a beat from his sudden closeness to her. She instinctively pulled back slightly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing. “I’ve been holding back…” He leaned in closer. “About the situation with Fritz… I apologize… There are things I’m forbidden from saying, Scarlett. But I trust you. How could I not?”

“The choice is yours and the offer stands. Perhaps you are right. I may be too selfless for my own good. However….” she paused for a moment trying to read his face but getting nothing. “It’s just who I am, I suppose. I won't sit here and attempt to coerce you into anything.” She let off a toothy grin, her fang very apparent as it rested against her red-tinted lip. “Not that I believe I could coerce you into anything but I hope you understand my meaning.”

“Of course I understand… Yet, you seem to have this ability to make me want to do things I shouldn't.” A sigh of defeat escaped him as Violet attempted to hold back a cheeky grin. “I have more information on those planning to kill Fritz. I’m not meant to divulge but no one needs to know… no one needs to know anything that happens between us.”

"No, you're right. They don’t," she replied softly, her tone confirming his observation. "I have very little interest in divulging anything I do with my time. Unless you tell me otherwise, it will always stay between us." Her voice, once firm, softened into a sincere, almost intimate whisper as her words lingered in the air.

As she spoke, her shoulders eased, tension dissolving as she cocked her head ever so slightly to the side. Her crimson eyes, gleaming with a quiet intensity, remained fixed on him, studying every contour of his face. She searched, her gaze probing for the smallest crack in his expression, hoping for some sign of emotion, some hint of vulnerability. But still, he remained a perfect enigma, unreadable as ever. The silence between them stretched, thick and weighted with unspoken words, but she refused to look away.

“Always?” Alexander's eyebrows raised slightly. “So if we…” And there it was. His toothy grin. “...in here… right now… Alexander leaned closer. His lips shut, hiding away his teeth.

Violet's crimson eyes flickered anxiously, darting from side to side as he leaned in. Her chest tightened, and for a fleeting moment, her breath caught, trapped in her throat. Every instinct urged her to pull away, but she remained still, rooted in place. Tension coiled through her body, yet she didn’t flinch, her gaze locked on him.

“Precious.”

And then Alexander withdrew.

“Ahhh… I couldn't take advantage of my Scarlett like that. Not with how precious you are.” He snickered.

“You would be so lucky.” She attempted to play it off cool as her voice dropped, leaning back against the carriage wall with a grin of her own.

Then the carriage stopped.

“Fortune has never favored me, dear. Now come, there should be a spot with some shade beside the lake. Our tryst will have to wait.” Alexander opened the door of the carriage and offered a hand to help Violet out.

Releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, she exhaled softly and allowed a faint smile to curve her lips. With a graceful nod, she accepted his outstretched hand, letting him guide her out of the carriage. "Thank you,"

Once her feet touched the ground, she delicately adjusted her skirt and cloak, smoothing the fabric with practiced ease. Her fingers briefly lingered on the soft material before she straightened up, her gaze sweeping over their surroundings. The realization of where they had arrived struck her, and a flicker of amusement danced in her eyes.

"Interesting choice for a work meeting," she remarked.

“It’ll allow us to speak freely without tiring the horses.” He briefly looked over at the pair of equestrians, acknowledging their strength and beauty. “I have a bit of a soft spot for them… That's why it's a shame what happened to that boy. We had that in common, he and I.” Alexander’s expression became solemn as he thought of Darryn’s fate. He fiddled with the peculiar ring on his finger, tempted to remove it and the burden it carried.

She hadn’t thought much of the stable boy, and even now, she didn’t hold much remorse for him either. The concept startled her. Her lack of empathy towards those she’s hurt seems to be disappearing as the days go on. "Yes…very sad indeed." Her voice lacked any sign of remorse. Pausing to look around, Violet noted how shaded the area was so early in the morning. "Shall we then?" she asked, attempting to pull him out of whatever remorse he was feeling.

“Yes of course.” Alexander leaned up against a tree with a splendid view of the lake in front of him. “No need to put a life lost ahead of one we mean to save. Especially when someone who's attracted the attention of the Bloody Thorns.” Alexander sighed. “They’re an organization of the most depraved criminals. Even more extreme than what you may believe I'm capable of.” Alexander shook his head trying to fathom such a thing himself.

“They plan to… send for him during the night of the Drunkards Day celebrations. I don't know how they plan to end him but your friend should remain home that night with some form of protection. Offer yourself even. All he has to do is survive them long enough for them to realize he's not worth it.”

Silence swept over as she absorbed all the information he just shared. "A depraved criminal wouldn’t waste their time on small fish so I suppose the question lies, what exactly would he have done to make them so upset…" She leaned up against the tree beside him watching birds land in the middle of the lake as the morning sun peeked through the treeline.

“A count? A small fish, is he?” He commented under his breath as he took in her point of view. She does live with one.

"I supposed I could help him, as you said but If these people are as dangerous as you seem to be implying then the likelihood of them adding me to a list is a possibility…" Her eyes glanced over to him for a moment before looking back towards the lake. "I could use that to my advantage. Use him for myself and offer help in return…but its alot to risk over someone I hardly know."

“You speak as if you don't need him at all.” He shook his head at the awful predicament knowing his situation had been far from this complex from the start. “Your options become even more limited than they already are if he perishes. At the very least, inform him. The Bloody Thorns like to keep their intentions hidden, so much so that they won't make a second attempt at his life or kill someone not on the list.”

"I don't need him." she said pointedly "You act as him providing me with blood in the small amounts he could handle would set me on my merry way." She knew he would disagree with everything she had just said but something inside of her fired at that idea. He couldn’t understand the sheer amount of torture she was under on a day-to-day basis, the need for blood so strong she was scared to let herself go. "I will speak with him and tell him what you think he should hear, I will even offer to be there when that day comes but…" She took in a breath her red eyes once again moving to look at him for a moment. She decided it wasn’t worth dragging him into her inner demons. "I will talk with him." She added, not going into what she wanted to say.

“It’s not just about blood. But… I guess that understanding comes with time,” he replied with a smile full of positivity as he kept his eyes on the scenery. “Just keep me out of whatever explanation you give him. If not for your unique connection to him, I'd allow events to proceed as normal.”

She turned her attention toward the lake, the surface shimmering under the pale light of the setting sun. A gentle breeze stirred the air, rustling through the trees, making their leaves dance in rhythm. The wind caught her dark hair, causing it to whip around her face like wild, unruly tendrils. With a frustrated sigh, she reached up, fingers brushing against her neck as she gathered the raven strands and pulled them over her left shoulder. She began to twist them absentmindedly around her fingers, trying in vain to tame the mess, but her hands fidgeted continuously, betraying the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

Her gaze remained fixed on the water’s edge for a moment longer before she broke the silence, her voice tentative but edged with curiosity.

"What do you mean there’s more than just a blood exchange?"

She turned her head slowly, her eyes searching his face for answers, an unspoken plea for clarity.

"My mother was supposed to give me the books she found on this... change," she confessed, the words tumbling from her lips with a mix of frustration and self-consciousness. "But I haven’t read them yet." Her voice lowered, the vulnerability in her tone making her feel exposed, like a student admitting they hadn’t done their homework.

She had spent so much time trying to understand herself, but in this moment, she felt lost, standing on the edge, waiting for someone to help her make sense of it all. Alexander stood by her side, seemingly with all the answers. He would surely lead her to some semblance of peace…right? To be lost and alone, to be so vulnerable attracts the empathetic and the charitable. However…

“Well… naturally you form a special bond. A special relationship. It seems silly, I know, but… it's everything.” He turned to face Violet, wearing a hint of a grin. “To mutually trust each other with your lives…” He took half a step toward her. “Willing to embrace so intimately, even passionately…” With another step he eyed the little space between them now. “To know it will all end terribly, yet still you both remain…” His hands rested on her sides. “Familiar, isn't it?”

Her breath caught, a sharp inhale she couldn't suppress, as the gap between them vanished. Her pulse quickened, a mix of apprehension and anticipation twisting in her chest. The only person she would have felt comfortable this close to was Roman, not Lord Fritz.

His words confirmed the unspoken fear she'd been harboring, the sinking realization that aligning herself with Lord Fritz would bind her in ways she wasn't ready for. Yet, as his hands settled on her sides, steady and deliberate, her thoughts fractured, tugged away from her dread. Her crimson eyes flicked down to where his fingers lightly touched her sides, then lifted slowly, locking onto his gaze with a silent question trembling beneath the surface.

“It’s love, Scarlett. Commitment. Intimacy. Passion.”

Her eyes widened slightly, his words confirming what she was curious about. "Love?" she repeated as if to somehow convince herself of the word. "So…If I …if he and I…Then I’ll love him? Just like that?" Her eyes were wide as a doe’s as she searched his face for answers. "Does it only work on those who are afflicted?...does it work the same way if you were to feed on me?" the words left before she could even think of the implications of the question. It brought forth a brief chuckle from him before he took another moment to admire her naivety.

“Me feed on you?” He almost seemed to be asking himself the question, his curiosity piqued with wanting to know what benefits or consequences he might face in indulging it. Luckily he wore his ring, or he might have thrown all sense to the wayside.

“Scarlett, no one is going to fall in love at first bite,” he said lightly smiling to himself. “I may have gotten carried away but… if you continue to feed on the same willing person for long enough, there can only be love. It can be romantic, familial, platonic, or even fantastical. That and the blood bond but that's the ugly part of things.”

Her shoulders relaxed at his words but she was curious about the blood bond. "What is the blood bond?" She asked, unsure if she wanted the answer or not, but it felt important to be educated if she was going to do this.

“The blood bond, it's…” Alexander thought about explaining it from an unbiased point of view. “Besides becoming a tad bit possessive, you can tell how the person you’ve fed on is feeling and if they're close by. With a little magicae, you can grant them an invisible form of protection to safeguard them.” Alexander let loose a sigh and released Violet as he thought about his recent run-in with such a safeguard. Another vampire with as much or more experience than himself did not sit well with Alexander.

"Oh…" her voice dropped as the idea didn’t help her but instead made the fears worse.

“Think of it as a consolation for possibly damning someone else.” He couldn't help himself not to say that. “Perhaps we could both damn each other.” With a gentle hand he tilted her chin upward to get a good look at her neck. “If that were a possibility…” Her chin moved with ease as he inspected her neck, her crimson eyes fixated on him as she could see the curiosity in them.

"...Try it." she said without much thought but she too was curious about it. "Show me what I need to do..."

She didn’t believe he would, but her curiosity was strong. At least, if anything, she would know what to do with Fritz if it ever came to that.

“Show you what to do?” Alexander raised an eyebrow with an amused grin as he leaned toward her exposed neck, Violet's cheeks turned slightly pink from the embarrassment of her suggestion. “I’m sorry but it's just something that happens. It can't be taught, only experienced,” he whispered, caressing Violet’s neck with his hand. “Take my hand…” He offered his free hand to her.

She looked down at his free hand, confused; she didn’t feel like she understood the bonds or exchange of blood or anything. She would need to find the books that her mother mentioned, maybe she could find more answers there. With all of her confusion, she accepted his hand as her slender pale fingers slipped into his. His grip was easy at first but then squeezed firmly.

“Now, brace.” he ordered. Shutting her eyes she felt her body tense up as she anticipated what his next move was. Her chest rose with air as she held her breath as the muscles in her neck and shoulders contracted slightly with tension. All of that only to simply feel a prick upon the tip of her thumb and the feeling of Alexander's tongue licking at the small puncture he had made. She opened one eye, the crimson orb falling on his lips around her finger as the tension in her shoulder relaxed. “Hm.” His eyes narrowed before removing Violet's thumb from his mouth to take a look at the blood that was visibly dripping from it and onto the natural ground.

"What?... Is there something wrong with me?" She looked at him, her eyes widened with concern then down to her bleeding finger.

“Not sure,” He answered casually with a shrug and a frown. “Never had the opportunity to drink the blood of someone like myself…” He shook his head with disgust before letting loose a hearty chuckle. “And would not recommend, ever. It is… it is absolutely vile! Especially compared to the usual. I mean that… that was an unpleasant surprise.” Despite the result, Alexander was in a seemingly good mood. More in awe with how terrible the taste was. “Eh, part of the curse I guess. There are rarely shortcuts when it comes to magic.” Violet looked down at her finger with a frown, the wound had already closed by the time she took note of it.

"I guess on the positive side, I don't need to worry about you attempting to make me your next snack." She laughed at the idea. “I wouldn’t imagine the blood of rats to taste very good either.” Her body relaxed back against the large tree that shaded them. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried before, but then again I'm not familiar with how common our kind is. I would imagine not that common.

“Correct but…” Alexander walked over and leaned against a vacant spot beside her on the tree. “I think ‘exceptionally rare’ is a better descriptor. Magic is practiced in secrecy and knowledge of this curse is not easily obtained. Add the fact that conditions of this affliction are meant to be kept secret, and you will find it near impossible to discover a handful in a lifetime yet…” He chuckled. “In my short time in Sorian, I've discovered two with no relation to each other. Heh. The capital sure is interesting. Gave me my first taste of vampire blood, from Scarlett no less.”
A chuckle erupted from Violet as she used a hand to steady herself against the tree from falling over. “Yes, the most vile experience thanks to yours truly. I am delighted to have offered you that.”

“As am I.” Alexander smiled along with her. “It may not have tasted good, but you've provided me with something invaluable. An answer to a question that might have bothered me for quite a time. Care to answer another?” He leaned toward her.
“I can, maybe this one will be less disappointing…” She leaned in towards him “What is this mysterious question?”

“Hmm, dear, I’m afraid I’m torn between two.” He obviously feigned an exasperated sigh, all while wearing a playful grin. “I guess I can let you choose how we proceed. To make it fun. So, Scarlett… would you like me to ask about your closest neighbor or worst enemy? You can only pick one.”

She let out a long sigh as she thought for a moment. “I could answer both…” she said looked at him. “Worst enemy,” she paused whilst Alexander reacted with a raised eyebrow. “If I had to pick one.”

“I see…” Alexander nodded his head as he took note of her choice. “What do you want to do to the person who put you on the brink of death? The one who played such a major role in making you what you are now.”

The laughter faded from her eyes, replaced by a softness that seemed almost distant. Her mind went blank as her gaze drifted to the lake before her. She watched the birds, which had been circling the treeline, finally descend into the water, causing ripples to fan out and expand against the current. The gentle movement of the water seemed to mirror her thoughts as she spoke softly. "When I was a child..." Her voice carried the weight of distant memories. "My parents used to let Crystal and me run around the yard. It felt enormous back then, like a vast wilderness waiting to be explored." A faint smile touched her lips as she recalled the laughter shared with her sister.

"Dusk had settled, and I was the only one left outside. My parents didn’t mind—they could see me from the large sitting room window. But I had wandered too far, right to the edge of the property." She inhaled sharply, her hand unconsciously drifting to her neck and upper chest, where old scars still lingered beneath her skin. "A man had been sitting just beyond the treeline, watching us all day, I assume. When I got close enough... well..." Her fingers brushed over the hidden marks on her neck, and her voice grew quieter. "I nearly died that day. The doctors managed to save me, but the wound left an awful scar. For so long, I carried it with shame."

She glanced down at the lake, watching the ripples dance on the surface. "It later came to light that it had something to do with my father—some deal he had been involved in. He made the wrong people angry, and they decided to send a message." Her eyes darkened, and her breath caught in her throat. “Crystal and I were never left outside again.”

With a sigh, she pressed her lips together, her expression unreadable as she tried to hide the emotions that threatened to spill over.

"That's why I was always so pale as a child. Funny how I was cursed to avoid the sun once again," she said, referring to the affliction they both shared. Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "I wore neck-high gowns, covering my scar out of shame—not for my father, but because I felt unmarriable. Worthless." Marriage had always been a concern of her fathers, she wasn’t sure if it was to get rid of them out of his home faster or to strengthen some political ties. Her voice dropped quieter now. "My sister had suitors lined up, but for me, that was never in the cards. So I kept my head down, stayed in the shadows, hoping that if I did, nothing like that would happen again."

Her red eyes flicked toward him, searching to see if he was still listening, before turning back to the water. "But it didn’t last long. All I remember was leaving the ball, and then... darkness." Her voice grew hollow as she continued. "Now, I have a scar I cannot hide, no matter how hard I try. I've become nothing more than a tattered, sewn-up shell of a person who feeds on others just to survive. I thought my father would have learned from the first time, but I suppose not."

Her hand moved from her chest down to her side, fingers clasping together as if seeking comfort. "I don’t know for sure if my father was involved this time, but I wouldn’t be surprised. History tends to repeat itself." She trailed off, staring at the lake as if the calm water could somehow soothe the turmoil inside her. “My mother told me I died. That for a day, I was gone until someone performed something on me that brought me back. However, I had been gone for so long that my body was in a questionable state. I had to stay under care until I could walk again; even then, it wasn’t by much luck. It wasn’t until I started feeding as much as I did that I started to feel better.”

She took a deep breath “To answer your question, I blame my father for it. For not learning the first time… putting me and the rest of my family at risk. I blame my mother for bringing me back and cursing me with this disfigured corpse of a body I have to now live with and … I… feel nothing towards the one who did it.” she said honestly as she looked over at him “I want to find out why…find out if it was because of my father or something else and go from there but I’ve held so much anger and resentment for my parents I don't think I’ve given myself time to think about anyone else.” She adjusted herself against the tree. “I’m sorry you didn’t ask for a life story but I just felt the context to be important.” Alexander furrowed his brow and shook his head, denying her apology.

“Don’t ever apologize for expressing yourself to me. Remember, I’m someone that you can just talk to without feeling judged. Besides, it's good to know that I can provide you with the truth of that night. A sad truth but one you need to accept. Perhaps you'll even change your mind on whose to blame.” Alexander walked forward, leaving the tree behind so that he could face Violet squarely.

“Ready?”

With hesitation, Violet nodded softly.

“First, I would like to inform you that your death was not an act of retaliation toward your father or your family. In fact, the killer wasn't even targeting you. Why would they? Think about all that you have just told me. If someone wished to deeply wound your father’s spirit, wouldn't the perpetrator choose Crystal?” He let that sink in for a short moment before he continued.

His words hit her like a wave as she braced herself against the tree. Her mind spiraled. He was right in that fact Crystal had always been their prize, and when she fell ill, it turned the whole household upside down. For years, it felt like they mourned her … or what they lost due to her illness.

Regardless of what her parents had tried to say Violet never held that hope for them, that left so early on in her life.

“The true target of the killer was someone who was very suddenly shoved into the spotlight. Not the best light, of course, but her father’s actions ensured their names would be burnt into the thoughts of all who attended the ball that night. A young woman, the daughter of a public official, alabaster skin, raven hair.” Alexander admired such features on Violet. “Perhaps your resemblance is why that person settled with choosing you that night. Who they truly desired to murder was none other than Charlotte Vikena.” Alexander averted his gaze from hers. The truth of it all did not appear to be easy to deliver, yet he persisted with his intimate details of her murderer’s plan.

Her knees buckled as her red eyes widened with surprise.

Charlotte!?...

“And to think that Duke Lorenzo's strange disappearance that night was what made Charlotte too difficult to isolate. She was abandoned, sure but she was seen later with your father, then Count Fritz, then later at the Tough Tavern… The irony. So, the killer became desperate, so much so that just seeing you walk streets alone drew him to you to be the replacement for his scheme.” Alexander began to pace. “You see, they wanted nothing but to throw Sorian into chaos, and they just might have if they had been a little more patient. Imagine it. The royal family of the Alidasht would have been prime suspects with Duke Vikena unable to fathom their innocence in his spiraling after losing another woman in his life. He wouldn't be the only one to point the finger at the kingdom’s rivals either, further escalating their underlying tension. What would follow is still a mystery, since his plan failed the moment he chose you. Not only would your death not stir enough controversy due to your reclusiveness but you didn't even stay dead. No one knew that you died. To the public, it was as if nothing ever occurred. The only forms of proof are that scar you're forced to wear so openly, your affliction, and the man responsible locked away in a dreary dungeon in the company of a good friend of mine.” Alexander shrugged nonchalantly while thinking of Mistress Valeria Thorncroft. “So… do you still feel nothing for him? Or would you like retribution?”

Her eyes stared blankly into the distance, the world around her splintering like shattered glass as her body became a statue of dread. An unsettling presence stirred within her, a shadow long buried, clawing to escape the confines of her mind. Twice now, she had been chosen as a mere substitute, a pawn in a cruel game. First, it was Crystal during that horrific day so long ago, and now, it was Charlotte’s intended death! The pain and confusion loomed ominously over her like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.

Anger simmered beneath her skin, a volatile fire threatening to consume her as her thoughts spiraled into the abyss, where darkness thrived. Yet she fought to contain it, to keep the demons at bay.

Clearing her throat, she pulled herself away from the tree. Her crimson eyes fixed on him, an unsettling darkness creeping into their depths, a silent promise of the chaos brewing just beneath the surface. At the same time, Alexander refused to meet her gaze.

“What is his name?” her words dripping with venom. Her tone seemed to force him to steal a glance at her.

“That… I'm afraid that is something I don't have the privilege of telling you. Though I can say this…”

Violet's breathing quickened, each gasp drawing in sharp, frantic breaths as her heart raced like a trapped animal. She braced herself against the tree, its gnarled bark a cold comfort against her trembling frame. Desperation clawed at her throat as she fumbled with the corset wrapped tightly around her waist, her hands shaking violently as she fought to loosen its cruel grip. Desperately seeking air.

With a sudden surge of will and panic, she tore it open, the fabric falling to the ground like scraps. Still drenched in panic, she unlaced her cloak, watching it crumple into a lifeless heap beside her corset. Turning her back to Alexander, she felt exposed and vulnerable, clad only in her black gown, the fabric a stark contrast to the darkness closing in around her. The feelings of anger, destruction, and need flooded her.

With each hurried step away from him attempting to gain distance from Alexander, her hand clutched her chest while the other grabbed onto the trees that passed her as she pushed herself away from them. A futile attempt to steady herself. Her legs buckled beneath her, surrendering to the panic. The world around her felt like a tightening noose, the encroaching darkness threatening to swallow her whole.

Hunched over on the ground, she slammed her fist into the earth, each blow echoing her torment as she punched a hole into the soil. Her nails dug deep into the ground, anchoring her to something real as she struggled against the tide of despair.

Her head tossed back, her raven hair cascading over her pale skin like a dark waterfall, and her red eyes lifted to the treetops, searching for solace in the sky. She took one long breath when A deep, guttural growl erupted from her chest, a primal sound that morphed into a broken cry—a release of weeks' worth of pressure, frustrations, and an unbearable sense of loss.

Her body crumpled down into a child's pose as her body caught its breath, her chest rising and falling as she felt the tears begin to sweep in her eyes. Her entire life had been destroyed because of others.

“…Think about all that you have just told me. If someone wished to deeply wound your father’s spirit, wouldn't they choose Crystal?”
“…you to be the replacement for his scheme.”

She was always the replacement.

Alexander stood over Violet’s pitiful display, his hands now bare with his cold gaze piercing through her. It was a sad sight to behold but there would be not an ounce of sympathy from him now.

“...Your worst enemy, Scarlett. The one who hurt you so… they are within reach of the crown.” Alexander whispered.

Her head peeked up as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her glassy red eyes shone against the morning rays. She didn’t make eye contact with him. The darkness had consumed her, her mind held only one thought. Death.
“...I will kill him” she whispered back to him in response “I WILL KILL HIM!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, her fist slammed down on the ground again, birds taking flight from the sudden shock of her loud voice.
Darkness had swallowed her, she wasn’t sure there was any coming back from it now.

She refused to be anyone else's replacement, second choice, or victim. The world had forced her to be the monster.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess @Helo @PapaOso @CitrusArms Cassius, Callum, Charlotte, Victoria, Stratya
Mention:

Lorenzo was grinning ear to ear as the festivities escalated between the members of his table. The tension between himself and Cassius was beginning to dissipate in the presence of competition. Whether or not it was healthy could be left up for debate. Everyone being in good spirits was a great sign, so Lorenzo would persist. A few drinks could never ruin him, right?

At the same time, he tried to remain mindful of Charlotte who was already slurring and swaying about. She’s happy, he mentally assured himself. They were all having fun—a good ol’ time. There was even a live performance from Drake Edwards, the birthday boy!

Lorenzo raised another glass.

“To the young and talented Drake Edwards!” Lorenzo announced before downing his drink. “I must have the recipe for these drinks!” He exclaimed.

“And this next piece is a surprise one - gifted to me by a special someone. A spectacular person by the name of Charlotte Vikena. Thank you for blessing me with such a fine gift on such a fine day, milady.”

Lorenzo gasped as he looked at Charlotte in amazement at discovering her music would be played in front of such an audience, in front of princes, princesses, dukes, and duchesses from all over the world! To find that Charlotte was so beloved made him feel so proud of her. To think she did it on her own and despite his many follies.

“Lottie that’s your song!” Lorenzo shouted listening in awe. “That deserves another!” He tapped a nearby servant without having to leave his seat. “Hey, just set the whole tray down here. You deserve a much-needed break,” Lorenzo insisted as the servant reluctantly set a tray of cocktails down at the table. With a stupid mischievous grin on his flushed face, Lorenzo turned to face Cassius and winked. “Looks like I brought the bar to us, huh?” He giggled with amusement before grabbing a glass and setting it as close as he could to Cassius. A bit of it spilled over in his unsteady hands, a strong indicator for him that these cocktails were hitting him harder than he initially believed they would. The Duke nearly thought he might be off his game when it came to consuming alcoholic beverages but hearing Drake slur just before he took a tumble off-stage informed him something else was afoot. He should have put more thought into figuring out what was happening but his and mostly everyone else’s focus shifted to Drake. The young man was being helped by several attendees, including Prince Callum which may have narrowed the competition to Lorenzo’s dismay. Defeating the sons of Edin and Calbert would be a legendary tale to tell his grandchildren someday!

Drake had fallen but Lorenzo was sure the young man would pick himself back up and push on. It was his very own personal holiday afterall. It appeared things would smooth over… at least until Duchess Victoria marched across the grass to ridicule her son only moments after ridiculing her daughter, Ariella. To think such pleasant children had to tolerate that abhorrent woman their entire lives. Trying to slow down on his drinking and keep his mind off of one of his sworn enemies, he took a sip of yet another cocktail… a small one. Really.

"Servants! Now would be a fabulous time to bring out more hors d'oeuvres, don’t you think? And everyone, do help yourselves to the buffet! So much to enjoy!" That might have been the last of her but Ariella stepped up to her challengingly. “Is there going to be a fight? Between mother and daughter? Hmm… I would love to see Ariella smack the ego off her face.” Lorenzo did not attempt to keep the thought to himself while his attention remained fixated on the two women.

“Take off yerr shoes!” Lorenzo’s eyebrows raised upon hearing the heckle toward Victoria. He craned his head to see none other than Knight Captain Stratya Durmand with one hand cupped around her mouth and the other holding one of those impressive cocktails. There were several chuckles and stifled laughs amongst the crowd, and for once he was not at the center of it. Of all people who could have a turn at being laughed at, he did not foresee a chance to mock Duchess Victoria ever coming to pass. This… This was an opportunity Lorenzo could not pass up. With no inhibitions holding him back, Lorenzo took a deep breath and pointed toward Victoria.

“She won’t do it! It would be a crime Knight Captain! Victoria knows she has the stinkiest feet in the Kingdom! Trust me when I say it would be easier to bury your face in WEEK-OLD ROYAL CURD CHEESE left in the blistering heat than to be subjected to the hell of her removing her shoes!”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess Cassius, Callum, Charlotte
Mention:

Surprisingly, just one of the drinks helped to take some of the edge off of Lorenzo. Though he was aware of how terrible it was to medicate himself with it, Lorenzo would be lying if he claimed it never helped sometimes. His eyes admired his glass as he attempted to keep himself from butting into Charlotte's fun with her two new and peculiar male friends. He winced.

A Danrose and a Damien… How did this happen? It's… it's not bad, I guess. Unexpected but she's having fun… she's having fun… she's having fun, Lorenzo. He beat those final thoughts into his head until he couldn't but hear Cassius baiting the others into a drinking contest of sorts. Lorenzo finally turned his head, first looking at Charlotte, then to Callum, and finally Cassius.

“Shall we see who can keep up?”

“Let’s! The Duke of Vermillion could use a warm up… Like a rival of mine famously says, ‘I’m here to play… and win.’” Lorenzo downed one of his two cocktails before flashing a mischievous grin at the young men.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess Cassius, Callum, Charlotte
Mention:

Lorenzo was wearing a warm smile of glee on his face. How could he not? He had just confronted Cassius about his slightly inappropriate behavior with Charlotte, using the appropriate amount of tact without ruining a potential new relationship between himself and Cassius. Now he and the rest of the members of his table could enjoy some spirits to improve the already positive environment further. Or so he thought… It always seemed to play out that way for the duke but this was… Let’s say this was unique to other times. Pay attention.

“Are you finished?” Lorenzo turned to face Cassius again, wondering what he might say. He only hoped Cassius did not mean to apologize. It might have been nice but it would lay things on a little too thick. Lorenzo only wished to reach a mutual understanding between himself and Cassius that he could truly treasure from now onward. It was unfortunate that this was something Lorenzo and Calbert never reached and possibly never would. At least here, there seemed to be hope. He felt the soft brush of Cassius’ hand on his shoulder and welcomed the kind gesture with a smile. He almost gave thanks but something about how he said his previous words stayed his tongue. Something was very wrong, and it took a hair too long to realize it.

“I’m truly not sure what I’ve done to earn such ire, your grace, but you are fortunate that I am a man forgiving of such…outbursts. Insults, threats…all in the span a moment, really. Is that how a man of your status…a father...should conduct himself?”

“Eh.” Lorenzo nervously let out as he was a bit confused about Cassius’ defensiveness. Saying I would treat you harshly for treating my daughter harshly is ire? What? In Lorenzo’s perplexity, he allowed Cassius to continue, hoping there was a dark-humored punch-line ready to be delivered. Instead…

“How amusing, the thought of a street-rat bastard such as myself lecturing a Duke in the art of decorum. I mean look at you…”

Maybe he… Perhaps he is joking… Yes, he doesn’t seem angry… but that doesn’t mean he isn’t. Lorenzo gulped as the sharpness of Cassius’s words pressed against him. Not with lethality but only to continue applying pressure onto him. As Cassius adjusted his outfit, the intention of his words became clearer and clearer until it rivaled the clarity of a window pane.

“What comes next, are you going to strike me? No? Then I suggest you pull yourself together and act like a real father for a moment.”

Lorenzo’s moment of confusion came to a full stop the moment Cassius questioned his parentage. He questioned his legitimacy. Lorenzo’s eyebrows furrowed as the young man who shared little in appearance with his father somehow appeared identical. Was this his play for this party? To pretend to be offended by slight words of warning so he could spout terrible words directed at him. To wound him deeply without leaving a scar. It would be crazy to think Calbert would subject his son to a vile familial initiation ceremony consisting of humiliating him but it was far easier than believing this young man who had little influence from his father inherited his evil.

“And to suggest that your own daughter may be nothing more than an hors d'oeuvre. How belittling. Plus, maybe I don’t want just a little taste? Maybe what I want is the full meal?”

Lorenzo’s left eye twitched as he attempted to contain himself for the very person Cassius was speaking of. He could have defended her, Charlotte. With words? With rage? Perhaps madness could take the reins? Maybe wailing and screaming to get it all out so he wouldn’t have to point his feelings toward anyone. Or maybe that was the answer? Action. Throw something? Break something… someone? Violence… that is what that would be, right? Is that what he resorted to that evening as his late wife struck him with her balled hands and all manner of things? That terrible evening of Emina’s death. Was it him? Did he snap? Did he…

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Did he ruin his daughter’s life?

Why not? Is that not what he always does? Is that not what he’s about to do right now?

Lorenzo was truly torn. He wanted to fight for Charlotte so badly, at this very moment in any way he could! He wanted to argue! He wanted to scream! He wanted to break something! He wanted to break someone!

He wanted to cry.

Yet despite it all, he just sat there.

Lorenzo shook his head, took a deep breath, adjusted himself in his seat, and just sat there.

Ignore him. This is not the time nor the place for tears, anguish, or rage. This is Lottie’s time, this is her season, this is her age… Endure, Lorenzo. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. You promised.

“It’s an honor to sit with the best-dressed Duke in Caesonia,” said Prince Callum as arrived at the table.

"He is rather splendid, isn’t he?" Charlotte agreed.

The grand compliment from royalty at that, but the words did not seem to register completely. To appear polite, Lorenzo forced a short-lived smile. Keeping his expressions light held back the tears that yearned to escape and bring him to express how he felt. Even as Charlotte sat in the seat between himself and Cassius with excitement and ignorance, he sat calmly. It was what he wanted, right? For Lottie to make friends and socialize with her peers. To not be shackled by his poor judgment and decision-making.

“Oh, look! Shots are here!” Callum announced.

"Oh! Shots, yes—how thrilling!" Charlotte laughed delightfully. To believe something so soft and delicate could help hold himself together, to even summon that was more genuine than the last. Still…

“To the two of you, a stunning couple. And to Lord Drake, of course.” It stung, to see and hear Callum present that toast, but the swig he took from his cocktail did well in rivaling it. He noticed its potency. Perhaps he was one of the few who could scrutinize the barely noticeable unevenness of the cocktail’s mixture. A dangerous concoction he was more than willing to welcome.

Lorenzo stood up with a feigned smile and grabbed a second beverage from the server before returning to his seat. In front of Lorenzo sat his lone shot for the toast. With a slight shrug, he dumped its contents into his current cocktail.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess Cassius and Charlotte
Mention: Leo, Kazumin,

As Charlotte led Lorenzo to their table, he remained quite put together on the surface but the man was slightly panicked inside. Although he was initially glad to have stood up to Calbert, a part of him was deeply terrified of the count. It had been a long time since Calbert mentioned his knowledge regarding the night of Emina’s death, but Lorenzo would be foolish to think that knowledge couldn’t be used to wring him like a wet rag and see him discarded. Even if proof was lacking, Calbert was in the good graces of King Danrose unlike himself and Lorenzo was aware there had been rumors spread about him murdering Countess Emina Vikena leading to his and Charlotte’s year-long absence from public events.

I must be more careful. His brows furrowed only slightly from his thoughts only to furrow greatly upon spotting a hand firmly on Charlotte’s waist. With his eyes now landing on Cassius and that devilish charm that seemed to be affixed to his face, Lorenzo wondered if he had been holding his daughter in such a way since the three of them had set out toward the table. Confusion and anger suddenly became acquainted in his very being but making yet another scene would have been a terrible gamble. He had just walked away from an incident unscathed after all. Despite his reluctance, Lorenzo knew he had to do something. Protecting Charlotte was one of the few things left for him to live for, and no matter how she might feel, Lorenzo could not remain idly by and allow his daughter to continue picking up strays…

Keeping his head forward, Lorenzo continued to the table, distracting himself by granting a few familiar faces a nod and a warm smile. However, his mind raced uncontrollably. And why does it have to be his son? Of all people… I mean, where in gods is Sir Smithwood? I was sure he and Lottie would match splendidly… Two mothers-in-law would be a difficult thing to deal with but… gods. Maybe the strange boy who slept in the basement? Eh… Gilbert did not have good things to say about him... An Alidasht is out of the question. They’d gift Lottie with a pet bear and murder me as their way of giving their dowry. Ughhh.

Lorenzo took his seat, his expression now worn and unexcited. I have to protect her… but I can’t be like Emina. He let out a light sigh, making peace with that thought just as Charlotte left the table to greet the guests at the table beside theirs. With a single nod, Lorenzo mentally decided it was time to confront Cassius Damien.

“Ehem!” Lorenzo scooted his chair as close as he could toward Cassius until his chair bumped up against Charlotte’s vacant seat. “Cassius, a word? I must request that you not hold Charlotte in such a way in public. I- I understand what it means to be a young handsome lad, trust me, but my daughter... My Lottie, is not a hors d'oeuvre to fancy for a fleeting moment.” Lorenzo wasn’t quite comfortable with this topic to make eye contact, but he persisted regardless knowing his daughter’s honor was on the line. She’s far more than that. Far more. And I suggest- No. You must treat her as such.” Lorenzo swallowed hard before his eyes stared right into Cassius’ with not the face of the foolish inept Duke of Vermillion. “Treat her with dignity and respect or I fear I may have to treat you like someone who deserves not an ounce of it.” His visage was that of a father who could do whatever was required to protect his daughter.

Then something unnatural gripped Lorenzo. His right hand closed into a fist as the same anger that burned so fiercely on the night he snapped at Charlotte began to surface. As if to tear away any sense of civility he desired in the brief exchange.

“Don’t fuck with my family, Damien. I will not warn you a second time, child,” Lorenzo threatened before his expression softened again as Charlotte made her way back to the table. Scooting his chair back to its place, Lorenzo smiled warmly with his task of confronting Cassius accomplished.

“Now that Lottie is back, let’s enjoy this birthday celebration. I think we should start with some spirits to loosen up some! Any suggestions? A shot and an informal toast perhaps?” Lorenzo inquired as if he hadn’t just threatened someone only seconds ago.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Edward's Estate
Interaction: @princess Calbert, Cassius
Mention: Charlotte

Lorenzo felt his body tense up as everyone in the immediate vicinity reacted to his abrupt address. Some twisted their faces, appalled. Others covered the mouths to hide their reflexive facial expressions. Lorenzo wanted so badly to just run away but his feet wouldn't budge, even as Calbert looked as if he would snatch him away from this party and crush him in his grip.

When Prince Callum surprisingly echoed his very words, initially he felt himself saved by all it did was create a moment of pause before Victoria and Calbert bore into him. Victoria criticized him with nothing he hadn't heard before. It was just the nature of their foul relationship. Lorenzo gave Gideon a few silent nods to his suggestions as he tried to deescalate the situation like a good host should. With Charlotte pulling at him, it only made sense to just walk away and take a seat as he originally planned.

Sit at a table, eat, drink. Enjoy the morning. Enjoy this splendid party in celebration of the young Drake Edwards.

“I would advise you to choose your words with more care in the future. To address my son—my blood—with such a term is not only a grave insult but also a testament to your own ignorance.”

Lorenzo frowned apologetically as Calbert finally spoke of Cassius. His eyes met the young man’s not knowing what damage he might have inflicted on him. Softy, Lorenzo attempted to ask Charlotte to let him speak to him.

“Charlotte, may I-” Lorenzo returned his attention to Calbert who was far from finished with him.

“Cassius, regardless of the circumstances of his birth, is every bit a Damien as I am. He bears my blood, my name, and my respect. You will do well to remember that.”

Lorenzo gave a single nod, keeping quiet so as to not make things worse. It was his mouth that had gotten him into this after all.

“And let us not forget, Duke, that while you so freely label my son a ‘bastard,’ you have long played the role of father to an orphan girl who isn’t even your own flesh and blood. Yet, I don’t see you making that fact public at every opportunity. Perhaps, out of respect for her, you should refrain from using such terms when speaking of a man who carries my lineage.”

Lorenzo’s mouth parted as he could not believe what Calbert had said concerning Charlotte. Sure it was an eye for an eye but Lorenzo was hardly a man of reason when it came to Charlotte. In actuality, Lorenzo was hardly ever reasonable!

Gideon and Victoria attempted to de-escalate things further, the former with his warm suggestions and the latter with her threats of removal from the party. Regardless, Lorenzo was NOT letting Calbert escape this. It didn't matter if he had what he had on Lorenzo, he would defend Charlotte.

“Count Calbert Damien! Your words don't affect me. They don't affect Charlotte… And they don't affect your relationship with Cassius either! You can believe what you want about Charlotte and I but I raised my girl… with love and action! Cassius might possibly be a great young man with plenty of potential but your blood bears no responsibility for that.” Lorenzo briefly turned to Cassius, his eyes tearing up as he was becoming emotional. “I am sorry for what I said to you, young man, truly. And I am also deeply sorry that your father believes he can equate mere moments with you to the connection I have with my daughter.” Lorenzo let loose a sigh before finally letting Charlotte take him away to the table.