Potter

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Camping Event
Interactions: @Rodiak Matthias
Mentions: @Conscripts John ☁ [@ReuseableSword] Roman ☁ @CitrusArms Straya ☁
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Bandanna, Outfit (ignore the shoes))
☁ Boots

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Kira turned at the sound of the male voice. She allowed her gaze to flicker over him swiftly and subtly. There was never a hint of malice nor mischief. What a treat stood before her; the eyes, the body, the hair? Were the Sorian Gods granting her this gift? Kira didn’t allow her thoughts to be reflected in her posture nor her gaze. She remained friendly, but not overly; smooth like butter.

”So exciting, I think they might run out of room in tomorrow’s newspaper.” Kira mused and stood up in order to meet his gaze. Shyly, she looked down and then back at him, as if she were having trouble meeting his gaze. ”A handsome name for a likewise gentleman. I’m Kira. An honor to meet you, My Lord.” She accepted the bow and returned one with perfect poise. In her peripheral vision, she noticed John and Roman had finished their chat, and the two women were conversing. She caught the word ‘swords’ and her curiosity was piqued. Nonetheless, she remained focused on Matthias and went to speak, when the camper staff stood up to make some announcement.

She turned and listened as the staff member, Quinn, began rambling. Kira listened idly and met his gaze. Kira felt amusement boiled inside of her at his commentary. The touch of royalty amused her for the camping event; did any of these privileged men and women ever experience a touch of inconvenience? What it was like to be treated like filth and looked at that way? To feel the rush of danger and peril and stare directly into death’s eyes? To feel hunger clawing at their insides like a caged wild animal? Kira allowed the amusement to burn her throat and extinguish.

Finally he quit rambling and now Kira could go back to mingling. Her gaze met Matthias, never betraying the thoughts or emotions. ”A cooking competition? I do wonder what else they have in store for us,” she commented and chuckled. ”Sounds like a busy evening, don’t you think?” Kira leaned against a tree and waited patiently for his response, remaining relaxed, poised, and confident.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Pinebrook
Interactions:
Mentions: @Conscripts John ☁ @ReusableSword Roman ☁ @CitrusArms Straya ☁
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Bandanna, Outfit (ignore the shoes))
☁ Boots

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Go camping, he said, it will be fun, he said. Kira hardly retained her groan when she was told she’d be going to the event. Kira let out a deep sigh and stared out the carriage window. The grimey, bug-filled woods, with these people. While she waited to arrive, an advisor recapped the recent events to her- there would be a trial against Roman Ravenwood, and the Varians were all under scrutiny. This bode well for her because they would all have to be on their best behavior. Additionally, the odds were in her favor; Varian Doctor John Williamson and Roman, the beast himself, would be at the event.

For the event, it didn’t matter if she was from an infamous line of pirate nobles, would it? The details didn’t matter, as long as the right strings were pulled. Kira could sleep anywhere, in any situation, but she preferred the pristine and rich decor of the Black Rose. Her stomach churned when she thought of her pets, waiting for her in her room, likely asleep and not knowing when she’d be back. Kira pushed it out of her mind–she needed to focus.

Finally, the carriage arrived at the camping event. There was gentle nudge on her arm and she opened her eyes with a scowl. Jesse flinched and muttered an apology she barely heard. She ignored him and turned to stare outside. She inhaled sharply at the magnificent beauty. Even she couldn’t deny it. A smirk crossed her lips briefly when she noticed John had arrived.

Kira sauntered off the carriage with Jesse’s assistance. She bade him goodbye and waved kindly; if this confused Jesse, he did not show it like the good toy she had taught. The carriage disappeared back the way it’d come and she turned to face the festivities. Her senses were assaulted by bright lights, smell of fire, aroma of food, and the melodious chirping of crickets. The food table looked delightful and her mouth watered. Kira could almost taste the food, and she restrained herself from moving toward it. Her gaze moved to the lake and a ghost of a smile sparkled in her eyes. Everywhere she looked, there was some magnificent detail. This did not look so bad after all, and she hated to admit it.

With confidence in every stride and a sweet smile on her face, Kira moved over to the check in area. With her hands clasped together, she bounced her leg to appear anxious, as she introduced herself. She was given her optional partner, which she agreed to. When she thought the lady would finally be done, the bumbling idiot rattled off more information. Kira feigned listening to her and nodded and smiled at the appropriate times. When she finally finished, Kira thanked her. She turned and walked over to the fire pit and waited for others to arrive. Quietly, and indiscreetly, Kira kept an eye on the Doctor. Then, she noticed a bear of a man join him– none other than the now infamous Roman Ravenwood. Her trademark stoic expression remained and did not betray the emotions inside.

At the same time, another woman appeared with light brown hair and eyes, and she wore light armor. A Sorian Knight? Wonderful. Kira glanced in her direction for a moment and curiosity kindled inside of her and a smile crossed her face from ear-to-ear. However, she hung back, and decided to observe everything first and gather intel that way.

Let the games begin...

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Swords

Time: Morning
Location: Black Rose Mansion
Mention: @PapaOso Cassius @Samreaper Kazumin @JJ Doe Fritz @Helo Leo

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Kira sat in a rocking chair, a loosely draped blanket around her shoulders. Damp curls framed her face softly, offering a delicate contrast to her dark attire—black pants and top—giving her a striking yet subdued presence.
A book lay open in her hands, though her eyes weren't really following the words. Sometimes she wished she could disappear into the pages and bring her family with her, leaving everything behind.

Nearby, subtle noises filled the air, but Kira remained still, blending effortlessly into the background. Her fox, Liam, lay curled beside the chair, while Maggie, her raven, perched silently on her shoulder. Rue’s cat, Daisy, rested at her feet, purring softly as Kira absently stroked the fox and cat in turns.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, pulling Kira from her thoughts. She glanced up just as Felix and Yuka emerged from the mansion, the playful pair breaking the quiet. Felix wore his usual mischievous grin, while Yuka clung to his back in a piggy-back, her laughter muffled as she whispered something in his ear that only made his grin widen.

“Kira is studying for her test at school,” Felix teased in a hushed tone, glancing back at Yuka. “She’s aiming to get the highest grade so she can be crowned the queen of recess.”

“Oh, oh, don’t want to disturb the total nerd...” Yuka added with mock seriousness, her snicker betraying her playful intent. Sliding off Felix’s back with exaggerated stealth, she crept toward Kira as though their presence wasn’t already obvious. With sudden exuberance, Yuka snatched Kira’s book, flinging herself dramatically onto her lap, a wide grin plastered on her face. “Kira!! I want attention!” she whined playfully, her voice carrying a sing-song tone.

Kira tried to ignore them, despite being fully aware of their antics. She caught a glimpse of Yuka clinging to Felix, like a child being carried by their parents, and couldn’t suppress a quiet chuckle. Recess? The thought amused her—she hadn’t had time for something as trivial as recess in years. The “nerd” comment made her bite her tongue, pretending she hadn’t heard it.

Around her, the animals stirred. Liam, her fox, lifted his head, ears pricked with mild annoyance, while Maggie, indignant, flew off Kira’s shoulder with an irritated squawk, landing on a nearby shelf to glare at Yuka. Daisy darted beneath the chair, seeking refuge from the sudden chaos.

Despite the commotion, Kira shut her eyes briefly, stifling a laugh before opening them again. She smiled at Yuka, a mixture of amusement and patience. “Why, my little black cat, of course, you deserve nothing less.” Kira purred to Yuka, her fingers threading through her hair. Liam, her fox, wagged his tail cautiously at Yuka, a mix of affection and wariness.

“Do you want the nerd’s attention, or can I go back to reigning over my nonexistent recess?” She shot Felix a teasing smirk, shaking her head in amused exasperation. “What do I owe the pleasure, my Sword King?”

Yuka, still snuggled into Kira’s shoulder, whined dramatically. “I deserve all your attention right now! Annnddddd you need to tell me who this Cassius boy is!” She lifted her head, eyes gleaming with mock jealousy. “He’s not prettier than me, is he? Are you leaving me for him?”

Kira's laughter started but quickly died in her throat. The mention of Cassius made her skin prickle, her jaw clenching for just a moment. Still, she smiled down at Yuka, though a sharp glint of anger flashed briefly in her eyes. “You have my undivided attention, kitty,” she reassured smoothly.

“I’d never leave you for anyone. Who else would I go hunting with?” Her fingers stroked Yuka's hair once again, though her gaze shifted toward Felix, her smile now tighter.

Felix, hands stuffed in his pockets, leaned against the house, his posture casual but his eyes sharp as they met Kira’s. “I’d been hoping to catch you to talk about the meeting, Kiki. I actually have the same question as Yuka for once… It’s interesting that you were apparently friends with someone like the Scourge of Eisenholm.”

The old nickname “Kiki” softened her a bit, a flicker of amusement surfacing in her expression. She continued absentmindedly stroking Yuka’s hair, her attention fully on Felix now. “Ask away, Sword King, and I’ll answer however I see fit.” A sigh escaped her lips as she realized there was no dodging this conversation.

“Well, considering I was high up in the Iron Wolves, I knew almost everyone in that circle. I wasn’t exactly known for my mercy, either. Cas...well, we were close friends.” Bitterness crept into her voice, her hand briefly stilling in Yuka’s hair as her fists clenched.

“The bastard thinks I’m dead, and we’re keeping it that way until Marek gives the all-clear. For now, he’s being watched from a distance. He’s gaining some infamy as the so-called ‘Damien’—bastard noble and all. I can’t just waltz up to him. Like father, like son, I guess.” Kira forced her fists to relax, resuming the comforting strokes through Yuka’s hair as if it would steady her own rising tension.

Yuka’s eyes glittered with twisted glee, soaking up Kira's attention. “Kiki, if this Cassius guy is a problem, I can help… rearrange his insides. We’ll start with his entrails—make him scream like old times.” Her voice purred, the promise of violence barely concealed beneath her playful tone.

Felix chuckled, moving to lean casually on the armrest of the rocking chair, his eyes alight with a different kind of mischief. “Entrails? Yuka, let’s start with his mind. Break him down first. Make him beg for it. No room in the world for someone stupid enough to cross our Kiki, and definitely no space for another Damien. Their egos alone take up too much.”

Yuka, the dramatist, grabbed her throat, making exaggerated choking sounds. “CAN’T. BREATHE... THICK… Damien... SMOG.” She collapsed into giggles, her face lighting up with unrestrained delight. “Oh, wait, it sounds like Chairman Felix has a plan!” she added in a singsong voice after her laughter had subsided.

Felix’s smirk deepened. “Oh, I’ve got a plan, alright. Imagine this: Kira befriends him, makes him think everything’s forgiven. We let him believe he's safe, let him get comfortable, and figure out what matters to him most.” He paused, letting the suspense build, his voice dipping into a darker, more menacing tone.

“Then, when he’s drowning in his own delusions, Kiki shows him just how little she cares. We tear him apart—slowly. Crush him from the inside out.”

Yuka’s laughter bubbled up, sultry and twisted, almost a purr. “You’re wicked, Felix.” Her eyes gleamed with a mix of admiration and excitement.

Felix shot Kira a wink, his grin widening. “But before we get to that, I’d like to test his physical mettle first. Let’s see what the so-called ‘Scourge of Asshole’ is really made of.”

Kira’s laughter rang out, harsh and full of dark humor. Maggie, her raven, echoed the sound with an indignant squawk, only causing her to laugh harder.

Once she composed herself, she kissed Yuka’s head affectionately and looked up at Felix, her smirk returning. “The man with the plan, and our Black Cat with her beauty and violence.” She reached out, placing her hand over Felix’s, her voice laced with amusement. “I wonder if Cassius will discard his newfound nobility and show everyone the monster lurking underneath. Though, I suppose I’m no better.” Her smirk shifted, venom slipping into her words.

“Apparently, there’s a newspaper spreading lies about these clueless citizens. I’ll use that. Drop hints—things only I’d know. Make him squirm a little, push him toward a late-night meeting where Daddy’s influence can’t save his bastard ass. You two will watch from the shadows, just in case our dear Bastard decides to act like the coward he is.” The words dripped with calculated malice, her eyes gleaming with the promise of revenge.

As Kira spoke, Yuka sat up to kiss both her cheeks with exaggerated affection. “Mwah. Mwah. So badass and smart, Kiki.” Her giggles followed, chaotic and unstable. Then, with wide, eager eyes, she leaned back dramatically over Kira’s lap. “Fefe! What about the other people in the book? Let’s look at them!”

Kira’s laughter softened as she returned the cheek kisses, Yuka’s unstable giggles now familiar, almost comforting. She glanced at Felix expectantly, waiting for his response.

“Mmmm... I suppose I can show you now,” Felix mused, his grin still firmly in place. He then moved to the door, his voice raising as he called back into the house. “Zane! Get outside... and bring the others!”

Kira folded her hands neatly, a smirk tugging at her lips. To her, these targets—these things—were nothing but toys, and she was eager to dismantle each and every one of them.

Rue entered as silently as ever, her stealth rivaling Yuka’s. Her soft blonde hair was pulled back into a strict bun, framing her delicate face. Her cool blue gaze flickered over the group before she glanced over her shoulder, waiting for Zane. Taking a seat beside Kira, her cat quickly jumped into her lap, settling comfortably as if it belonged there.

The sound of loud, maniacal laughter filled the air as Torie, the group's torturer's and newest member, danced her way in. Dressed in a skin-tight uniform, her blonde ponytail bounced with every movement, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement—and madness. “Pain! I want to inflict pain!” she sang, her voice filled with glee.

“Yes, Torie! Pain!!” Yuka's voice rang out with gleeful enthusiasm.

Xavier entered next, his usual disheveled black hair falling into his cold, gray eyes. He was another of the group's torturer's. His dark uniform matched his mood, a perfect reflection of his perpetual indifference. “God, you’re loud,” he mumbled as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Torie stuck her tongue out at him in response, unbothered by his grumbling.

Rue, ever quiet, patted the spot beside her for Zane, as if it were second nature. Kira rarely saw them apart. For someone so soft-spoken and sweet, Rue's place among them was still a mystery, though Kira had long learned the answer was in her uncanny agility and ruthless efficiency when it came to combat.

Zane entered with his usual quiet grace, his intense yet calm aura enveloping the vicinity. His white, messy hair stood in stark contrast to his dark attire, his pale eyes scanning the group with quiet observation. His nearly translucent eyelashes gave him an ethereal, almost haunting appearance, as though the magic that had drained the color from his features still lingered in his presence. Without a word, Zane sat beside Rue, offering her a gentle smile that she returned without hesitation.

Felix, watching as the group settled in, clasped his hands together and exhaled heavily, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “You’re all still fucking crazy... Excellent!”

Kira couldn’t contain herself and snorted into her hands, biting her cheeks to stifle her laughter. Torie cackled wildly in response, while Xavier chuckled under his breath. Rue glanced at Zane, her expression as if to say why are we here again? for what must have been the hundredth time.

“Except for the ghosts,” Xavier muttered dryly toward Torie, and the two of them broke down into quiet laughter, the joke shared between them.

Felix rolled his eyes, waving his book like a teacher trying to restore order in a classroom.
“Right. Okay. Shut up, you nutcases. Daddy’s talking.” He stepped up onto a chair to stand above the group, grinning down at them as he waved the book again for emphasis. Torie bit her lip to suppress another giggle. “In here, I have some targets and some information about them. I am going to read out loud what we know about each. Our goal is to frighten and torment them-”

Before he could continue, Yuka's hand shot into the air, waving wildly. Kira stifled her laughter into her hands but gave up moments later, snickering as she already anticipated Yuka’s interruption. “Can we kill them? Pleeease?!” Yuka’s exaggerated whining carried through the air.

Rue sighed quietly, while Torie clapped her hands in delight, responding with gleeful enthusiasm. “Death! Violence! Gore! Entrails and guts everywhere!!” she cheered, bouncing in place as if it were a festival chant. Kira's fox, and Rue's cat, both dispersed from the chaos with alarm and annoyance.

Xavier shook his head with a smirk, snorting with laughter at Torie’s unhinged excitement.

Felix shot Yuka and Torie a bemused look, then pointed a finger at Torie as though reprimanding a child. “Yeah, no. We can’t kill them.” He quickly turned his head toward Torie, narrowing his eyes. “Torie, love, shut it, will you? Dial it back a notch.”

Torie stuck her tongue out at Felix in defiance, but ultimately flopped down onto Kira’s lap, resting her head on Yuka’s legs as well. Yuka began absentmindedly tangling her fingers into Torie’s hair, her reasoning beyond anyone’s comprehension. Kira gazed down at the pair with a mix of amusement and affection, idly petting both their heads as if she were indulging her favorite pets.

The crowd exploded in protests and groans of disappointment at the no-kill rule. Rue glanced at Felix, her eyes pleading silently for an early dismissal. Kira, meanwhile, buried her head in her Kira buried her head in her hands, exasperated, horrified, and amused all at once by the sheer madness surrounding her.

“Bloodthirsty demons, the lot of you,” Felix commented with a bemused look, smirking as he flipped open the book. “First guy is…” He squinted, holding the book at arm's length, as if the absurdity of what he was about to say needed distance. “Kazumin Nagasa. He’s 6’2”, a psychotic who apparently laughs in the face of guns. A real farm boy turned Baron Asteroth Hugonin’s ward. He—”

Before he could finish, they all exploded in laughter, Yuka’s mocking voice ringing out loudest of all.

“Gotta stop the FARM BOYS before we’re drowning in corn!” Yuka howled, nearly doubling over with laughter. The absurdity of the description seemed to hit everyone at once. Even Kira, though remaining composed, couldn't help but watch the chaos with quiet amusement. Torie, on the other hand, laughed so hard she slipped off their laps and hit the floor, still cackling. Xavier, normally more reserved, chuckled under his breath, struggling to maintain his usual stoicism. Even Rue, always the quiet observer, pulled her knees to her chest and glanced outside, clearly contemplating her escape from this madness.

In one swift motion, Felix slammed the book shut with a force that echoed, silencing everyone. His playful mischief was replaced by a chilling, cold fury as his eyes swept over the group. The weight of his glare was oppressive, pinning each of them into silence. Yuka’s laughter cut off mid-chuckle, her grin faltering, while Xavier straightened, quickly composing himself. Torie, still giggling, was quickly kicked in the leg by Kira, who helped her snap back to attention.

“It doesn’t matter who he is or what he’s done,” Felix growled, his voice icy. “We have orders. You have orders.” A twisted smirk slowly returned to his face, but this time it carried a dark edge. “Don’t make me remind you what happens when I am not obeyed... Next person to laugh spends the night with Lady Valeria.”

Rue visibly shuddered, burying her head into her lap. Zane, seated beside her, gently stroked her hair in a comforting gesture, whispering softly, “It’ll be okay, Rue. Just stay quiet.” She nodded, clutching his hand tightly, drawing reassurance from his calm presence.

Kira, her usual composed self, straightened and gave Felix a salute, her eyes locking with his in a silent agreement. “Aye. Consider it done. Who’s next?” Her tone carried a quiet intensity, showing Felix she was back on track, ready to execute whatever was asked of her.

Felix, satisfied with the shift in mood, flicked the book open again, his eyes sharp as a blade. “Now, let’s get serious. We’ve uncovered a few things about Kazumin that are... peculiar. And don’t even think about laughing.” His warning hung in the air, dark and heavy. “Pudding. He frequents Penelope’s Pudding Palace almost daily. Seems harmless, but who knows what the fool is hiding there.” His gaze swept over everyone again, daring anyone to chuckle.

Torie remained silent as the grave by staring at the floor intently, as if admiring the new shine. Xavier focused his gaze elsewhere, and Kira petted Yuka’s hair to quell her insanity.

“When it comes to people, there are two names of interest. Olivia, our next target—he values her a lot, seemingly. Then there’s Ruby, the girl with mismatched eyes who works at the Tough Tavern. Keep your eyes on her. But most importantly...” Felix paused, letting the tension linger. His next words dripped with malice. “He cares for his younger siblings as well. That’s where we’ll hit him hardest.” His tone darkened, the weight of his words settling over the group like a heavy cloud.

“...Zane.”

Zane's pale gaze shifted, focusing on a spot near Felix. The air seemed to ripple as a strange energy gathered around the area, thickening until it coalesced into a ghostly figure. Tall, with blonde hair, freckles, and tan skin, the figure took the form of Kazumin, grinning as if he were standing there in the flesh. His smile was unsettling, too alive for a mere projection.

Rue squeezed Zane’s hand, her eyes never leaving the illusion, her unease evident.

“Next is Olivia. We don’t know much about her, but she’s attractive—auburn hair that’s nearly red. She’s taken residence in the Vikena household. What we do know is she’s skilled in magic and isn’t afraid to use it, so we’ll need to approach her with caution. She also knows her way around a bow and hand-to-hand combat. She seems to care for Kazumin and Charlotte Vikena most. I’ve heard she and Lady Charlotte spent some quality time with Lady Zarai Lesdesman last night.”

Felix snapped his fingers, and Zane conjured another apparition, this time of Olivia in a flowing green dress. Her image flickered for a moment before stabilizing, looking eerily lifelike.

“What a hottie,” Yuka commented, glancing up at Kira with a grin. Kira raised an amused eyebrow at Yuka, stifling her laughter.

Kira nodded, focusing on the apparitions with interest. Torie, now seated with her back pressed against Yuka and Kira’s legs, stared at the projections, completely absorbed, as though they held the secrets of the universe. Rue glanced over briefly but soon looked away, her gaze drifting back toward the window, while Xavier rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding before him.

Felix snapped his fingers again, and this time two new figures appeared—Count Fritz Hendrix and Lord Leo Smithwood. Felix gestured first to the man with dark hair. “These two gentlemen hail from the Varian Kingdom. Count Fritz Hendrix,” he gestured toward the red-haired figure next, “and Lord Leo Smithwood.”

“Ah, yes,” Kira muttered under her breath, her gaze fixated on the new projections.

“We’re keeping a close watch on Hendrix. He’s rising fast, even within the Varian Kingdom, though we don’t know much about his connections yet. He’s been spotted with Lady Vikena and some of the others listed here, but it’s unclear how deeply tied he is to them.”

Felix’s expression darkened as he continued. “As for Lord Leo Smithwood, he’s still dealing with the loss of his father last year. There are whispers—rumors—that his mother might’ve had a hand in it, all to be with her new girlfriend. Then there’s his mentally unstable sister, Thea. She’s the one he holds dearest.” He paused, letting the implications of his words hang in the air like a dagger. “That could prove to be our leverage.”

“Ooooh, I love dramatic backstories! The redheads are mine! Mine! Mine!” Torie cackled, smacking the floor in a fit of excitement. Xavier, shaking his head, chuckled at her outburst.

“Soooo... what are we supposed to do with these people?” Yuka asked, her voice lilting in a singsong manner, as though the answer were already obvious.

“We’re going to scare the shit out of them.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: 10am
Location: Edwards estate
Interactions: @Rodiak Zarai ♞ @Lava Alckon Farim ♞ @JJ Doe Ryn ♞ @princess Annie/Lottie
Mentions: @PapaOso Cassius
Aesthetic:
♞ Dress+Hair+Earrings
♞ Flats

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“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.”

Olivia’s head whipped to the side upon hearing the tussle between the nobles. Her gaze slid into slits, as if she were imitating a snake. Orphan/ The word repeated in her mind over and over like a tape she couldn’t cut off. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, and a snarl nearly escaped her. Her gaze moved between Lorenzo, Charlotte, Casisus, and Calbert, but she sought not to intervene publicly.

No, she had bigger plans, and one she’d address later when there were more attendees. She took deep breaths and steadied her temper. She knew it would be fruitless, and Lorenzo had stood up for her already. The situation deescalated, thankfully, but Olivia promised not to let it go. She turned back to the party and took deep breaths.

Olivia’s smile brightened upon seeing Zarai’s. A flutter in her chest caused her to pause. It was as if she were back on the rollercoaster. She took a deep breath and ignored it. She swiftly sat beside Zarai and nodded empathetically. ”Dear me, you know how to run a party, don’t you? Food is the number one key to enjoying one, after all. No issues here,”

She giggled and grinned back mischievously. Her voice lowered to a whisper. ”Yeah that was fuckin’ awesome, one of the best nights of my life.” Then, she grinned and nodded in agreement. ”All the food was delicious. Ugh! I wish I could bring some home with me.”

A familiar voice greeted her next. She raised her gaze and grinned when she recognized Shehzade Farim. ”Well well well, aren’t we lucky? Long time to see!” Olivia stood up with Zarai and bowed as well, then paused, because she noticed Princess Anastasia. Her voice caught in her throat. Oh Gods. What did she say? What did she do? She smiled politely at her, and noticed her heart skipped a beat. She wtatched the familiarity between Zarai and her and took a deep breath. ”H-h-honoured to meet you, Princess An… Anastasia!” Amusement sparkled in her eyes watching her sit on Farim’s lap

As the Princes spoke, her cheeks flushed deeper than her hair color. ”Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Olivia quipped back and leaned over with her trademark mischievous smile. ”But only if I can touch your hair! It’s beautiful.”

Laughter bubbled inside of her, but caught once she noticed Ryn. Her smile returned and she greeted him politely with a bow as well. His words and emphasis on her name caused her to narrow her eyes briefly. ”It’s nice to see you too,” She replied courteously and nodded in response to his question.

As he greeted Zarai, she watched closely. Something inside of her growled, but she didn’t react. Thankfully, Charlie’s voice interrupted her train of thought. She turned and grinned broadly. ”Well hello stranger,” Olivia greeted, and hugged her back. Her gaze moved to Cassius and the arrangement of his arms, and she frowned at him. What is this man doing with Charlie? She looked at him with concern. Since this was public, Olivia held her tongue, and nodded to Charlie.

”We’ll be here!” Olivia waved and turned back to her table.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: 10am
Location: Damien Estate
Interactions: @Rodiak Zarai
Mentions: Everyone at the party
Aesthetic: Aesthetic: Dress+Hair+Earrings &Flats

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The prior night was a haze or rather, a dream come true. Had she truly visited the festival with Charlotte and Zarai? Had she rode the roller coaster? The food tasted as delicious as it smelled. No longer was she watching from outside of the carnival. There wasn’t any noble taunting her mother and her for being too poor to afford tickets, or for her getting caught sneaking in.

The next morning, it seemed that sleep had taken over Olivia. Delilah had knocked on her door and startled Olivia out of her sleep. Bamboozled, Olivia quickly rushed to get ready. Charlotte had gone to buy a gift for Lord Drake by herself–a feat that caused Liv’s nerves to run. With reassurances from Delilah and breakfast from Gilbert, Olivia’s worries eased. Due to being underweight as herself, Delilah always ensured she ate more food. Olivia ate so fast that Gilbert hardly made it back to the kitchen and back to her to ensure her plate was filled again.

Afterwards, Delilah helped her get ready and pick out a dress–something she detested picking out or wearing, and therefore needed assistance. The dress was selected by Delilah, however the maid was merciful and allowed her to wear flats instead of heels. She shuddered at the thought, but entertained the idea of her hair being braided. Once ready, Olivia stared at her reflection; she was unrecognizable from her old self to now. What would Kazumin think? A deep ache in her chest caused her to momentarily pause. She took a deep breath and moved forward once Delilah called her name to collect her gift. She moved forward, although the morning itself still felt like a dream. If it was, she didn’t want to wake up from it.

Once at the Edward’s estate, Olivia inhaled. All the money they had and the extravagant birthday party they were throwing made Olivia’s stomach churn. While the rich partied and enjoyed their luxuries, the poor were starving. The morning indulgences she participated in caused guilt to rise. However, once she left her carriage with assistance, she pushed it out of her mind.

She entered the birthday party and stared with awe. She set her gift on the table and turned to see the attendees. Birthday boy Drake, Shehzadi Nahir, Princess Anastasia, Shehzade Farim, Prince Callum, Duke Lorenzo, Charlotte, Cassius, Knightwomen she didn’t know, Lord Leo and Ms. Zarai! Her mind raced as she struggled to process the information, and moved towards those she found familiar; however, a servant blocked her accidentally, or was it on purpose? The chaos near Calbert, including Cassius, Charlotte, Lorenzo and others, was enough to make her stay clear unless Charlie needed her.

With a sigh, she noticed Zarai sitting by herself and close enough to the others. Her heart began to race as she swiftly moved towards Zarai. Her stomach fluttered and her nerves returned. ”Good morning Ms. Rai! Is this table full?” A sly and mischievous smile crossed her face.

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia & Roman

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Roman watched closely to her reactions, a cute stutter of his name, clenching fists around her menu, and occasionally glancing towards another table. His eyes did follow hers to a pair a few tables away, the duo looked familiar but he couldn't really quite tell from where. She did look lovely in her dress and accessories.

Adjusting his arm in its sling for a moment he pondered her question, his eyes briefly roaming over her form to get a better judge of ability and physique even if it might feel like he was checking her out. “You can just call me Roman, a friend of Charlotte's doesn't have to use my title.” he kept a slight smile. “Hmm am I a blacksmith? Yes, I am also an able carpenter, a wood carver, stone mason, and glass blower on occasion. One must know many trades to be an artisan guild master." He wasn't telling her these things to gloat but more so as a slight tease.

Olivia noticed his sling, but waited to speak so she didn’t interrupt him. His gaze over her was not lost. It caused a blush to run across her cheeks faster than she could hide it. Olivia observed his physique in return. He was so muscular.

A mischievous grin formed on her face quickly. “Well, Roman,” Olivia quipped with mock sarcasm, “The body of yours speaks of itself. Usually, it’s best to be humble about your achievements. We wouldn’t want to boast now would we?”

His eyes did wander occasionally around the other faces; it was good to see so many others out and about. He wasn't quite sure about this courting thing either but outwardly he didn't show it. Besides the flicker of his eyes off onto the others occasionally, he held his attention on his date. “I am surprised though, most high class ladies prefer to ask me about my finances or my family to try and gauge what kind of standing they might find with me.” a test yes but not a dangerous one. He is familiar with Charlotte so he wasn't too worried about this one but he still didn't know her or well anything about her.

Olivia smirked at him and bounced her leg under the table. His comment caught her off guard. Annoyance toward the higher class she now found herself portraying filled her mind, and she began to wonder if she had misjudged some of these nobles…

“My dear Roman, there’s more to a person than their standings and finances. You could live in solitude or marry someone you hate for the rest of your life and be miserable. You tell me which one sounds worse to you.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. ”And I’m sure the answer isn’t the second one, yeah?”

Her mention of his physique in response to his words about his job made him give a quiet laugh. Yet it did make him pause for a moment. Setting his left hand down across the table almost like he was offering it to hold, his palm facing up revealing the calluses of hard labor. “It is easy to see that I would subject myself to some sort of heavy labor given my frame and rough skin… but some of those professions require a great deal of precision and patience to deal with the finer details.” he looked up from his hand and back to her, “So yes I do enjoy boasting in good taste to gauge the reactions of those that otherwise would want nothing to do with it aside from the finished product.”

Olivia watched Roman move his hands onto the table faceup. Panic coursed through her and her cheeks flushed. Did he want her to hold his hand? Relief flooded through her when he showed her the callouses. She met his gaze and her breach hitched. A side-glance at Delilah caused the woman to mouth at her breathe. Olivia let out a slow breath. When she finally felt safe to respond, she smiled once more. ”We’ll drink to that boast. Your trade is one of harsh labor and sounds demanding, yet enjoyable. It must take a special person for it,”

“A curse of nobility as I'm sure you're well aware, sometimes we don't get to choose, sometimes it's about what the two can bring to the table. Luckily I am not such a noble.'' He paused for a moment to take a sip from a glass of water left on the table. Drinking more alcohol right now was not a good idea. “Although I am a noble, my family is rather low on the list but still respected.” Again another test to judge her reaction, common things for nobles to know as just another part of life. This one seemed to be missing some nuances of the upper class.

Olivia’s heart caught in her throat. What did she say now? Olivia fidgeted uncomfortably, and a glance from Delilah caused her to stop. ”You’re also a human being, and that in of itself is enough to give you value.” Olivia responded. Her shoulders and body language began to relax. He wasn’t haughty, nor was he condescending like most of the nobles she had met. A genuine smile began to tug at her lips.

“Still… you are correct, I would go with option one.” Relaxing into his seat, he continued, “Solitude may be preferred but no one can withstand solitude forever.” Again he paused trying to find his next words, “So tell me then, why does a noble lady ask me about being a blacksmith? Would you like some jewelry… Perhaps a ring?” the moment he said the last part he found his own face heating up slightly even at the slightest mention of marriage. Why must it always be after the words leave his mouth that he realizes the meanings one could take.

Olivia listened quietly to him speak. She blushed when he mentioned a ring. Her cheeks now rivaled her hair. She stared with shock at him and then giggled once she saw his reaction. ”Oh of course that’s why I asked, Roman.” She replied sarcastically and let out a mischievous laugh.

“I mean you’re uh, you're not wearing one that suits you…” He frowns for a moment breaking his stoicism. He was really trying to take this seriously but still found it difficult to find the right words. “Well, one that was made for you.'' He was still flustered; the giant didn't want to insult her, somehow he still felt like he was.

The comments continued, as did both of their embarrassment. Despite it, a torrent of giggles escaped her. She glanced at the waitress and signaled for her with a hand wave which caught the attention of some of the others. Then, Olivia turned back to Roman and addressed him. ”I think it would be fun to learn how to make things, really,” Olivia decided to poke the bear. ”Wouldn’t it be fun to see if we can make something that fits us both?”

She changed the subject for his sake. ”Besides blacksmithing, what else do you like to do?”

The growing amount of nervous giggles he was receiving from her made him breathe a little easier. At best it meant she wasn't taking it as an insult and was just as nervous about this as he was. It was a breath of fresh air really to find someone just as aloof in these situations as he was. Still he didn't want her to be asking all the questions for this. “Thank you for changing the subject, I don't particularly enjoy talking about politics, especially on a first date.” This time he was deliberate in trying to see if he could get her to smile or turn red again.

Olivia ceased her giggles and paid attention to Roman. ”Me either, politics are a waste of time and energy. Kinda bullshit if you ask me,” Olivia couldn’t hide the blush rising up her cheeks and glanced down at the menu once more to avert her gaze.

Glancing as she motioned for the server then back to her and her question. What could they make that would fit the both of them? His eyes once again looked over her frame this time with more purpose than just looking at curves, this time he was paying attention to her musculature. “Hmm…” he was studying her, not like one would study a problem, but like one that was taking in a piece of art. “If I were to assume, I’d say you fancy a bow? perhaps a one handed blade but not a shield? The muscles in your shoulders give you away.” Roman knew from experience that using a bow over the years was a good way to make your muscles grow differently from one another.

As Olivia studied the menu, she looked up once more. Their gazes locked, and she grinned sheepishly. ”Nothing gets past you, does it, detective?” Liv teased and set the menu down to study him in return. ”A new bow or sword, huh? Fancy.” She considered it for a moment, then continued. ”We should go hunting one day, I’d love to see what kinda weapons you create and how good they are.”

Taking a moment to glance around with a serious face, “You're not like the nobles here… I believe you're a bit more like myself. You didn't have anything given to you and had to work to get to where you are.” he smiled again, “I think that's why i'm starting to like you.”

Olivia’s body language relaxed more and she slouched in her chair. ”Sure as shit didn’t get nothing handed to me. I had to work my ass off to get myself here.” Olivia noticed Delilah glaring her way and averted her gaze. Goddamnit. This is so fucking hard. Are nobles supposed to act like robots?

Olivia sat back up and mistakenly set her elbows on the table. Another look from Delilah came her way, but she missed it this time. ”Thanks Roman, it’s a mutual feeling then isn’t it?” Olivia inquired sweetly, and struggled not to blush again.

He paused for a moment as the waitress approached, “Does the romance breakfast platter work for you? and just water for me.”

Her attention turned back to the menu. Olivia’s eyes widened as she took in the information. Everything looked so good. A rumble in her stomach filled the air and she glanced around nervously to make sure nobody looked over at her, then her attention returned to the menu.

”What the hell is hollendaisy sauce?” She arched an eyebrow as she struggled to understand the menu. ”The Romance Platter would be great. As for me, I’ll have the Chocolate - what is that word- French Toast, and the Classic Chicken and Waffles. I think the fruit juice will be fine. Thanks.” She closed the menu and turned back to Roman, and missed the exasperated glances from Delilah.

Sitting up in his chair and looking out the window for a moment at the rain outside, then back to her, Roman spoke again once the waitress left, “So things I like? Mountain climbing, cave delving, hunting, my passion is the forge.” pausing again for a moment trying to think of something witty or flirtatious to say next, “What do you enjoy doing? Other than looking beautiful at events like these?” Alright so not the most subtle but then again what about him was.

Olivia folded her hands together with her elbows on the table and then rested her chin on top of them. If looks could kill, she’d be dead from the pointed glare Delilah sent her. ”Mountain climbing huh? Do you ever go cliff diving? Super fun at Lover’s Lake.” Gratitude filled her with his compliment; however she had to poke the bear more. ”Being beautiful at only noble events? You wound me. I’m beautiful every day, Roman.”

Olivia smirked and reached across the table, and gently took his hand to measure it against her’s. ”Your hand is so much bigger than mine but we fit well don’t we?” She grinned up at him with amusement and removed her hand. ”But I do thank you, and you look handsome as well. We’re a damn good looking date aren’t we?”

With a grin, she leaned back and answered his question. ”What do I like doing? I enjoy adventuring, shooting, horseback-riding, cooking and baking, and I’ve picked up the talent of sewing and knitting. Kinda hard though when your hands are swollen from yard work.”

This one was definitely likable but something was still off, felt off. Even for him something just didn't quite feel right. From her posture to her mannerisms it felt rough, unrefined. Even the lesser ladies of court had a brisk idea of what to say and how to say it. Roman glanced over his shoulder for a moment back at the door, his eyes slowly scanning through the other faces both foreign and recognized. He did this so she wouldn't see his face as he made a split second decision, to leave, to stay and call her out, to make a scene. No. Her mask wasn't very well put together but it was there for a reason, just like his.

His gaze returned to hers with his smile only slipping for a moment, “No my lady, you look stunning all the time. But when I see you sitting here, with the rain on the window, the light hits you just right to truly show how beautiful you are.” he pondered what to say next, more flattery to see just how red her face can get. “Just like the view from the top of a mountain, the rough waves around a ship in a storm, the delicate lines on a work of art. Your beauty is vast with a hint of danger and places in your heart that are yet to be explored.”

Olivia noticed him glance over his shoulder. Her heart sank, as did her expression. She glanced at Delilah and the pout remained there long enough for her to see it. Once Roman turned back, she smiled pleasantly. ”Why thank you kind sir.” Olivia replied sweetly. She sipped her water and grinned at his words despite the hole forming in her chest.

He didn't think that he could really insult her but by the way she reacted and poked at him in return made him think that like him, compliments were hard to really accept sometimes. He felt his fingers reflexively try to hold onto her hand as she let it slip from his. Even through his blushes and smiles, behind his eyes his mind still circled back around to Violet. Forcefully pushing the thought from his mind he would enjoy the moment for what it was, making a new friend.

“Cliff diving can be fun, easy to lose your clothes, hard to find places to do that in the far north. Still, I think planning another date in the future would be fun. Perhaps a walk in the forest like you said, how about when you test out your new bow?” Of course he would need more details about what she preferred but it gave him something to work on in his off time.

”Sounds as though it’s a good time to get loosey goosey.” Olivia giggled. Her mind envisioned the moment the adventure made the headlines. What a cruel story that would be made into. She nodded eagerly at the idea of testing a new boy he’d forge out in the woods. ”That would be great!”

“So given the nature of this event, what do you desire?... What qualities are you looking for in a partner?” The large man hoped she would give an honest answer to his question and he would give one in return.

Her mind raced to the free life Kazu and her had lived previously, yet her heart ached tremendously. She wouldn’t be able to live that anymore. So what would be the next best thing?

”Well… Someone who's honest, funny, enjoys being daring yet still a gentleman….” She paused as she stared off into the distance, and a glassy look overcame her eyes. ”I love the rolling hills, the acres of land to be free, being around animals; having someone be at your side and knowing they’re your best friend and partner sounds like a nice life. Someone who likes to tend to some work, not too political, or climbing over and kicking the poor people down.”

Before he could reply, the food arrived. Olivia couldn’t help but squeal in excitement and wonder. Everything looked so delicious. Her mouth watered and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She dug into her food quickly and nearly radiated from joy.

Her reply to his question was wholesome, somehow he was not too surprised by the answer. It made him pause to consider his own reply. Popping a bacon wrapped date into his mouth, unexpectedly it had a flavor that complimented the differences in both rather well. He returned his attention back to her to see that she was nearly lost in her food. It was adorable it gave him a memory of his youngest siblings digging into the food at their feasts.

Roman pushed his foot forward to gently nudge hers, “there is no need to rush.” speaking with a hushed but friendly tone, “savor the flavor slowly.” aware that such a comment might tip her off that he knew or assumed something about her, he decided to fake ignorance of her lack of manners. “Dishes like these are hard to come by even among the highest of nobility. so no need to rush.”

Olivia jumped when he nudged his foot into her’s, and looked up. The scenery around her dissolved back into the Blossom Cafe. She blinked and glanced down at her plate. Half the food was nearly gone. She turned her head and noticed some others had been watching her too, including Delilah and Gilbert. Her cheeks flushed and she sheepishly looked down at her plate. ”...Sorry,” she muttered, unable to meet his gaze. ”...Shit…”

Again his mind went back to his answer to the question while eating another bacon wrapped date. Honesty was what he decided to go with. “That description is noble and peaceful. You might find something like that among the young men that adorn this city.” his smile fading for a moment before he spoke again, “I myself am looking for a friend, someone I can trust, someone that can hold their own in both solitude and stressful situations, someone i can happily or at the very least be content with for the rest of my life…”

Olivia focused on slowing down reluctantly. She forced herself to meet his gaze. His answer was fair. How many nobles are lonely and unhappy even when they’re… on top of the world?

He found himself looking out the window, just staring out into the wet weather, “in truth i have plenty of things that are worth dying for… I'm looking for someone worth living for.” His voice carried something with it, something akin to a sorrowful acceptance of some far off event to come, as if he knew that death was waiting for him somewhere nearby but just far enough out of reach.

The rain seemed to mimic the sorrowful tone he soon carried. Olivia frowned and wondered what the hell happened in his life. “Oh damn, Roman. That’s… That’s quite a bit.” She paused and contemplated what else to say. ”You seem like a great guy; I’m sure you’ll find it! Even if you find something that makes you happy,that keeps you going, you’ll find it and you’re deserving of it too.”

He didn't let the feeling linger between them for long as he changed the subject again. “So why don't you tell me about your home and your family? They must be proud that you were able to make it to this courting event.” his smile returned in full force between bites of food.

Roman quickly changed the subject. Olivia blanched, as she figured this answer might come up at some point. She delayed answering by stuffing her mouth full of food. She glanced at her reflection and realized she looked like a squirrel. Olivia quickly drank water and chewed her food while her mind raced for answers. As if on cue, like magic almost, the answer came to her. Olivia could feel Delilah watching her closely. She had rehearsed this with both Delilah and Charlotte over and over.

”Well, my family is from Viermont.” Olivia explained smoothly and moved her hands to sit in her lap so she could fidget inconspicuously. “My parents are Lady Rose and Lord William Hawthorne. I’m an only child so they are very proud, yes indeed.” She picked up more food to excuse her from speaking anymore. Liv glanced at Delilah briefly for guidance, and the woman nodded kindly to her.

She glanced back at Roman and switched the subject onto him. “What about you?” She inquired and ignored her racing heart.

He continued to eat a few things off the plate he was given, it was very tasty, the deviled eggs being his favorite of the dish so far. Her words sounded well rehearsed when speaking of her family, something he remembered himself doing when first meeting new people and going to new places.

The memory made him smirk, has he really changed all that much. “That is very well rehearsed but there is no need to be nervous, I'm no prince.” a slight compliment, “My family hails from the far northern reaches of Varian in Emberstone, a city cut partially into a mountain cavern.” pausing for a moment to adjust himself in his seat, “My father Erick Ravenwood and mother Brynhilde Ravenwood live there for most of the year. I am the eldest of seventeen brothers and sisters, four of whom have unfortunately passed away.” again he paused but there wasn't the same somber in his voice like there was earlier.

At first, the smirk alarmed her - had she done or said something wrong? Quickly she was proven otherwise and thus, she relaxed. Olivia ate her food at a steadier pace, despite wanting to devour it again. She smiled kindly at him, then nearly choked on her water once he mentioned his siblings. Seventeen brothers and sisters? Her eyes widened a bit, but she steadily relaxed so it wasn’t visible. ”Wow - that’s quite a family. I bet it was a busy household. Seems nice to have others to rely on.” She commented with surprise and admiration.

“I think you would like Emberstone and the northern territories, it's a harsh and unforgiving place yet its beauty, like yours, is something you have to see to believe.” adding just a little bit of a compliment to see if she would pick up on it. His smile only grew and admittedly a little red did flash over his face.

As he mentioned her likely enjoying the place, she smiled genuinely. It sounded lovely - unlike this shithole kingdom they lived in. It seemed the people from Varian’s Kingdom were softer and kinder folks than what Sorian offered. She blushed at his words and drank water to quickly hide it. Once she regained her confidence, Olivia straightened up and leaned forward. ”I guess we’d have to put it to the test one day then wouldn’t we?” Olivia purred and leaned back in her seat with a mischievous giggle

He found his food quickly finished through their conversation, a good lunch spent with good company. Given Olivia’s reaction to his brief description of his home he decided to give her a little more. “Our home is beautiful, families will always have more children as long as we have the food. Thanks to the crown we will always have food. The reason why we have larger families is because it's much easier to die.'' He knew it was a darker subject but just by the way she looked at him he could tell there was strength behind her eyes. This one wasn't some dotted upon noble that was naïve to the realities of this world.

Olivia listened intently to Roman while she finished her food. Her eyes remained attentive, and she couldn’t help but begin to fidget. It wasn’t that she was bored, but the conversation took a dark turn and she wasn’t sure what to say. More ways to die? Olivia wondered what the hell happened in Varian’s Kingdom.

“Though there is still strife anywhere you go at least here the weather is unlikely to kill you or a wandering animal.” pausing to take another drink of his water, “we have to rely on one another, especially when the long nights set in, when we lose the warmth of the sun for months. Everyone works, and after you reach adulthood it is rare to have anything given freely, other than stories and laughs.”

Her attention was captured now and she didn’t take her eyes off Roman. Harsh weather and wandering animals? Was the Varian Kingdom a hostile country? It seemed so unfamiliar to her. She was astounded by his words, and it was quite a surprise.

Roman readjusted himself and he continued. “For us everything is earned regardless of your birth. Being able to build your reputation like that brings us closer together in shared suffering, we shoulder the burden together. No one gets left behind."

Olivia watched him speak and was silent for a few minutes. This was a heartfelt statement. Nobody gets left behind. Her heart ached with those words. She had been left behind; and fortunately, she’d found refuge with the Vikena’s and Kazumin. She glanced down at her hands and was quiet. When she finally spoke, her voice was smooth. ”Well, Roman, that sounds like quite the lifestyle. Thanks for sharing it with me and I am glad you have your family to comfort you and stick together. It sounds lovely that you all have each other,” Olivia replied and smiled genuinely.

He knew it didn't always make sense, how they lived their lives but it made them strong and united almost to the point of being zealots. Some would even whisper that they brainwashed their citizens to achieve this semblance of peace and community, fewer still would spread rumors that something darker was at play for the northern Varian people to be how they are. It always seemed a little off or too good to be true.

”It sounds quite different from Caesonia’s lifestyle, but more of a community than this kingdom. It’s been great getting to know you and I am happy to hang with you in the future too.”

Her words made him smile. He wouldn't mind this conversation lasting longer but time did seem to be running out. Before they began to part ways he supposed he could clear something up for her, “oh I don't mean to miss lead you but there are still several places in Varian that are like this city. What I have been talking about is just my home in the northern territories.” Roman found himself fidgeting for a moment, rubbing his thumb against his index and middle fingers.

“Thank you for chatting with me today. It's always nice to slow down and just enjoy the moment from time to time.” he paused for a moment to glance around at the others in the restaurant. There were a few empty tables where others had been earlier, he did miss opportunities like these to just talk and let time pass. “I suppose it is getting to the end of our little lunch date, I did enjoy talking to you Olivia and I do hope we are able to do it again soon.” he spoke with his same smile and stood up from the table taking a moment to readjust his sling.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Interactions: @princess Anastasia ☁ @Rodiak Nahir ☁ @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions: @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk and Ijen ☁ @Helo Leo
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Outfit & Shoes

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Kira watched Prince Wulfric join the crew, and stand protectively near the pew. Kira watched him with a pleasant smile on her face. As still as a lake with no ripples, Kira listened to him. “Miss,” He finally addressed her after greeting the others. “I understand the desire to mingle with such prestigious personages as ourselves. However, I am certain you can appreciate the need for caution and for proper protocol when someone as unknown as yourself approaches royalty.”

The reaction I was hoping for, Wulfric. She bowed politely and dipped her head apologetically. She didn’t even meet his gaze, as though she were a dog that had run away and was being scolded. ”My sincerest apologies, Prince Wulfric. It is an honor to be here with all of you prestigious personage. I humbly request your forgiveness, and do hope you enjoy the ceremony. I found it exciting to see your greatness up close. I’ve heard so much about each of you.” Kira paused between her words to ensure they sunk in and were weighed.

With the conversation over, Kira turned to the Shehzadi Nahir, and listened to her politely as well. The diplomatic approach to her firm words amused her. "Why don’t you sit behind us? Ah, the pew is full. Two rows down sounds good does it not? Ece here will join you," Kira glanced at Ece and smiled with all the enthusiasm in the world. "We can talk after the service, which I think will start soon."

Kira nodded in agreement, and watched as the Shehzade did not comment – another diplomat yet this one did not speak up. The princess, however, was sweet as expected, and Kira resisted the urge to smirk. Oh princess Anastasia, I did not expect anything less from you…

”That would be lovely. Thank you, Shehzadi.” Kira moved to find a clear pew and sat behind two chatty individuals. Considering their attire and dialect as Kira listened, she knew they were foreign. Her attention turned back to Ece and a sweet honey-lined smile split across her face.

”Ah, you must be her Lady in Waiting? What an honor that must be.” Kira commented and folded her hands together. ”Oh, but fret not, I don’t intend to talk your ear off the whole time. I do hope you enjoy the ceremony in my company,”

As the procession began, Kira watched with outward enthusiasm and curiosity. Church was not something she cared for, nor did she believe in deities. Their childhood had been too painful for her to consider them being real. The knights, flower girls, the dancers and the entire entourage of this ridiculous spectacle was insane.

Nonetheless, Kira listened to the long line of foolish gods this nation believed in. How long did it take this man to rehearse this knowledge? She wondered what the penalty would be if the man had messed up. The congregation spoke too quickly for her to follow along and she glanced toward Ece to see if the woman caught it all. When music started, Kira jumped; she hadn’t expected it. Loud, unexpected noises always set her on edge, and this was no exception.

The amount of time and effort this had taken to coordinate baffled her. She clapped along with everyone else as though it had been the most spectacular thing on the planet, and inspected the reactions. This king– he did not care to glance at anyone–nor did he seem worthy of the grandeur. While she understood acting as though everyone were beneath him, she did not understand how a king could care so little for his subjects. From her little time in Sorian he was not a favorable king. Why did everyone entertain this spectacle? She remained stoic throughout the procession.

Her gaze did travel to the front row and she watched them silently, though from an outward view, it was as though she was watching the king. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a man dressed… and literally all… pink? Kira blinked and side-glanced toward the man and wondered what other weird shit this kingdom had in store for them. The event was almost as painful as--...

Her mind quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. It brought forward her goals, though, and her focus became laser sharp. She listened to and observed everything.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Interactions: @princess Anastasia ☁ @Rodiak Nahir ☁ @Lava Alckon Farim
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Outfit & Shoes

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The pitter-patter of the rain on Kira’s carriage soothed her heart. She reveled in the dreary weather. How relaxing it was to sit outside and watch the rain? She dreaded the sunny weather and wished that Sorian would be drenched in the rain. People ran to and fro and covered themselves as if they might melt. Kira snickered; it was quite amusing to watch these nobles act as if their lives might be ruined by the rain. She held a parasol closed neatly in her hand only to blend in; otherwise she would have happily enjoyed the weather. Alas, she had duties to attend to, and with that, she turned away from the entrance.

Finally, her carriage stopped outside the Church of Sorian. There was a pause as she opened her parasol and awaited her door opening. She tapped her foot and drummed her fingers alongside the doorway and sighed when the servant opened the door. “Jeez, I was beginning to think you washed away in the rain,” The man blanched and he grimaced as if to say “I’m sorry.” She patted the servant’s head and accepted his hand. She stepped out with the parasol above her and smiled pleasantly. The pitter patter now drizzled onto her parasol like a songbird’s melody.

“I’m only messing with you. How could such a handsome and benevolent servant as you get lost, James?” He said nothing and averted his gaze while Jesse closed the doors to her carriage. “You’re a quiet man, James. You know I like hearing your voice.” The man’s eyes narrowed into slits as they faced each other at the doorway. “Wait. You got your tongue cut out didn’t you? That’s a shame, James. Get it? James Shames or Shame James. Your new nickname!”

He glared at her and his hand twitched, yet he made no effort to act on it. Kira giggled and kissed his cheek playfully. “Be a good brother and go fetch Jesse. I’m going to be bored here, you know, and Jason made plenty of treats for me.” James bowed reluctantly and turned up the aisle way of the pews and stood at the back momentarily. Her gaze swept over the architecture and regrettably, she marveled at the beauty of it. If only so much work had been done for the rest of Sorian. Kira sighed and decided not to linger on it anymore. James returned, slipped a bag into her hand, and then disappeared as quickly as he had come. She stuffed it in her boot and it was now concealed perfectly.

Kira ignored him and observed the room. Towards the back sat Lorenzo and Charlotte Vikena. It would not do well to mingle with them. At the front was Princess Anastasia, and two of Alidasht's royalties. Kira glanced between the two groups then strode forward with the confidence of the world. She strode past the Vikena's until she joined the group up front. She averted her gaze from Count Damien.

“Princess Anastasia, Count Damien, and dare I say, the Shehzadi and Shahzade?” Kira inquired and curtsied politely. Her voice was as sweet as honey and she appeared innocent. Kira stood tall and kept her hands neatly knitted together as to not cause any worry for the entourage and bodyguards. “What an honor to make your acquaintances.” She paused, and allowed a moment to pass then continued. “May I sit with your Highnesses, please? Also, my name is Kira - Kira Lockhart.”

Lockhart. She resisted the urge to snicker and waited for their responses.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Northpass
Interactions: @Helo Bowyn ❄ @Lava Alckon Bardulf ❄ @FunnyGuy Mister Luum ❄ @Tae Brigette ❄ @Pink Khione Zeva
Mentions:
Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, bow and arrow, rations, water flask, hygiene products, polearm, new outfit

Rue listened to everyone speak and stayed near Bowyn. She observed the room and shuffled her feet. Other than Bowyn, everyone looked like they were freezing. Her gaze kept sliding over to Zeva who was wrapped suffocating tight in her blanket. Rue nodded in agreement with Bowyn’s statements; she wanted to train. Being in Northpass caused her to feel more at ease, despite the high number of dark elves roaming. It bothered her that such a peaceful place was becoming hostile and uncomfortable, and drove her further towards her goal of freeing Avalia. Starfire, who also was not too fond of the cold, was laying by the fireplace and pretending to be asleep so she could ignore everyone.

She shuffled her feet and folded her hands neatly together and glanced around at the others, and then glanced again at Zeva when he mentioned shopping. ”I’d be happy to help buy you some clothes,” Rue told her quietly, “”And anyone else who is not able to tolerate the colder climate. It’s easiest for Bowyn and I to get around, and our ice-magic is more powerful here, too, for hunting.” Rue glanced toward the window. Her eyes twitched as she envisioned all the dark elves patrolling and shuddered. She held onto her polearm and glanced up at Bowyn.

”I won’t take Starfire, because she’ll stand out. I can manage on my own here,” Rue patted her prosthetic-wooden leg hidden under the dark cloak she wore and smiled at him, then glanced at the others.