Potter

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
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, outfit

Rue watched the interaction and sighed. The amusement of watching Raze successfully steal from Zeva caused amusement to rise. Despite the amusement, Rue noticed the spectacle had caused heads to turn. In turn, they were now being paid attention to, and would be throughout their trip. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. If they made it more than two miles without being arrested, then she would be shocked. While the group moved forward, Rue paused, and noticed Mr. Luum and Brigette conversing. She continued forward since she could not hear what they were saying anyways.

Rue glanced up at as Bowyn joined, and listened attentively. When he was done speaking, she nodded. ”Sounds good. I’ll grab some more supplies, then we can follow them. I don’t trust them nor this city, and I would rather lose a wing than allow Bardulf to be harmed. I can take to the skies and rooftops for an aerial view and whistle if I hear any noise. I’ll ask Star to return, too.”

Upon nearing the bakery, Rue held the door open for everyone, then joined them. Her gaze went to the menu and she began examining it hungrily. Her mouth watered once she laid her gaze on the precious honey toasts. A smile tugged at her lips as she ordered. While she spoke, she gently took Bowyn’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

”Four honey toasts, please, three Blas Buns, two Cinnamon Hot Breads, and five Cacao cookies.” Rue paused and looked at Bardulf. ”Would you like anything?” Her voice lowered to a whisper. ”I can help you order if you like anything or need to know its name.”

While she waited her wings fluttered with anticipation. Her stomach growled as her eyes fixated on the honey toast with intensity.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Tea Party
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Drake / Duke Edwards ♥
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
♥ Dress
♥ Shoes
♥ Necklace
♥ Gloves
♥ Crown
♥ Hair

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Sadie smiled when Duke Edwards joined their table. The smile was polite and cordial, much like the way she had been raised. However, the addition of his father now incorporated a new vibe to their table. Now there was the added pressure of the Duke joining them. Undoubtedly, this entire interaction would reach her parent’s ears and further increase the importance of not messing up. The churning in her stomach intensified like a hurricane at sea. The anxiety she held at bay was threatening to overwhelm her. She had to stay calm, and remain prim and proper. Sadie swallowed and began bouncing her leg under the table. It was both a mechanism to release her anxiety and pent up energy.

How Drake addressed his father seemed pleasant enough. Despite the innocence, Sadie wondered what if there was a double meaning. Nonetheless, it was not her business, so she remained silent. While the two discussed their lives together, Sadie wondered what her parents were up to right now. Were Felix and Beatrice enjoying their time at home? She hoped they were. Sadie, despite enjoying time with Drake, was becoming restless with the tea party. Those two were better suited for these events, of maintaining conversation, and acting prim and proper. Sadie went to chew her fingernails before remembering the gloves and why she had worn them. With a quiet sigh, she folded her hands around her tea mug.

Finally, introductions were in order, and Sadie faced them both. A smile greeted them both from ear-to-ear. ”It’s so nice to meet you, Duke Edwards!” Sadie chirped in response, quickly and eloquently. Well, it would have been, if she hadn’t nearly knocked over her mug in her haste to respond. She recovered quickly and released the mug in order not to upset it further. ”Yes, we met at the beach the other day while I collected seashells. For charity purposes, and also, because I enjoy crafts.” She gestured to her tiara and necklace with a continued smile. ”Your son is quite lovely, Mr. Edwards. You’ve done a great job raising him and teaching him everything.” She dipped her head respectfully and remained quiet afterwards.

When he spoke of intruding, she waved him off gently. It was as if the notion was nonsense and not to allow it to sully their time together. ”Yes, we’ve heard of the masquerade. I plan to attend tonight. We are both meeting there tonight!” She laughed delightedly, and remained cordial and peppy as normal. The butterflies were now threatening to drown her in her anxiety. The expectations, the rumors, the gossip, if she ruined her parent's names; the list continued growing in her head. Sadie moved her hands to the edge of her chair and did her best to remain outwardly happy for them both.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interactions: @SausagePat Ruby ★ @PapaOso Cassius ★ @ReusableSword Roman ★
Mentions: @princess Charlotte
Aesthetic:
★ Swimsuit
★ Dress
★ Hair/Accessories

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Olivia looked up at Cassius when he addressed her. She listened and nibbled on her sandwich. Upon him calling the bullying by Layla “fun”, she let out a musical laugh. What an understatement. When he mentioned being used to chaos, Olivia had difficulty hiding her frown. What happened in his previous life? She didn’t have time to ponder further; he continued speaking, and it would be rude of her not to continue listening. He spoke of feeling like a mutt amongst the nobles, and for this, Olivia relaxed – enough to remain on guard, but not be as tense. Gratitude pulsed through her at his words; he’d put the way she’d felt her entire life into one sentence eloquently. Despite him clearly being noble, he’d lived as a peasant it seemed. Perhaps they had more in common than she’d initially thought. When he inquired about her feelings, she shrugged noncommittally. To live her life as this lie, she couldn't afford to mess up in front of anyone but Charlotte.

”Certainly. Go ahead. They are delicious. Lottie and I made them this morning.” Olivia replied and moved over to hand him a fresh sandwich. With a coy smile, she continued. ”Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’ve eaten most of them.” A faint giggle escaped her, and she commenced eating her food once more.

Olivia looked up once Roman joined them. She didn’t know enough about him to form an opinion. He was a blacksmith from Varian; that was the extent of her knowledge. He had stood up for Charlotte and the rest. Thus, he seemed safe enough to converse with Cassius. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips at his words. The urge to trash nobles was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed and digested them instead. She nodded in agreement though, because denying it after witnessing Layla would be travesty. ”Yes, I am thankful that Ms. Ruby over here is all right. That was dramatic.”

She smiled when he addressed her and stood up carefully. Bowing and handshakes were important as nobles. Being friendly, kind and cordial was as well. ”Ms. Olivia is correct. I’m a family friend of the Vikena’s, particularly Devan,” She pointed at Charlotte’s cousin who’d been napping on the beach towel. ”It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Roman!” Olivia bowed kindly to him and then returned to her spot. Olivia patted the spot beside her for him to join her, should he feel inclined. ”Would you like a sandwich too? They are delightful!”

He continued speaking, and Olivia’s head began to spin. Whatever he discussed with Cassius went above her head. However, he spoke of belonging to a guild, and the idea of his resources interested her. How she longed for a more functional bow. Although Liv knew she would have to lay low with using bows, she decided to store it in the back of her mind. Olivia remained quiet during their discussion and busied herself with adjusting her hair bun and fiddling with the trinkets inside it.

Ruby’s unexpected outburst caused Liv to jump. She whirled around with concern etched on her expression. She realized early on this girl was dramatic, but this was still a shocker. Olivia sighed with relief seeing that she was awake. She chuckled and shook her head at Ruby. Regardless of the girl’s intentions, she replied to her with sincerity. ”It’s good to see you too, Ru.” Olivia dubbed the nickname ‘Ru’ to Ruby. Olivia busied herself with eating her sandwich as she listened. It was challenging not to speak out of turn, and Liv sensed constriction in her head. A scowl formed briefly, then disappeared quickly.

When Ruby mentioned being slap happy, she laughed genuinely. What a sweet way to state the recent actions. ”We are doing better, thanks Ruby. How are you?” She nodded and gestured to the picnic basket. ”Charlotte and I made sandwiches and other finger foods here. Please feel free to take them.” Olivia reached over to the basket, pulled out several sandwiches, and then distributed them to Cassius, Roman, and finally, Ruby. ”Now that the witch is gone, let’s eat.” Olivia giggled and glanced over at Charlotte to see if she wanted to join them. Silently, she met the girl’s eyes, and as if telepathically, her gaze said: We’re here when you’re ready! Then, Liv turned back to the group.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ★ @FunnyGuy Lorenzo ★ @Lava Alckon Farim ★
Mentions: John
Aesthetic:
★ Swimsuit
★ Dress
★ Hair & Accessories

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Olivia sought to distance herself from the madness. She sat on the blanket and adjusted one of the umbrellas to shade her. This had been too much drama for her. Briefly, she forgot that Count Asshole steadily approached them. Distracted, she took a sandwich from the picnic basket. For the moment, she concentrated on it and blocked out everyone else until she finished. While she consumed her sandwich, Liv watched Cassius set Ruby down beside them.

Now finished with her food, she reached over and moved sand out of Ruby’s hair. Olivia knew she owed Ruby from the other night. These ladies had saved her life and for that, she owed them. At that moment, Liv knew she would protect them with her life. During the confrontation with Princess Bitch, Charlotte noticed her struggle to use magic and had aided in calming her down. She offered her friend a sandwich once she’d settled down beside her and looked at Cassius as well. ”Would you like a sandwich, Sir Cassius?” she offered quietly.

Unexpected yelling caused her to jump and whirl around. Now what the hell is happening?” The scene before her was bizarre and unimaginable. Lorenzo clutched the legs of the Shehzadi and begged for mercy. Bewildered, she watched the arrangement and looked at Charlotte with confusion. ”What on earth?” she inquired. She wanted to stand up when the familiar voice of Count Asshole reached her ears. Despite her disguise, Olivia tensed and stared at Charlotte with fear. It was lucky that the Count did not see her expression.

While he addressed everyone, Olivia took deep breaths and relaxed as best she could. His footsteps became louder and finally, he had approached their blanket. Charlotte had briefly glared at him then stared at the sand determinedly not meeting his gaze. Olivia stuffed her face with her sandwich to reprise her from having to answer. Once she finished chewing, she briefly met his gaze and smiled sweetly.

”Nice to meet you,” she replied courteously. Charlotte had taught her basic mannerisms thus far, so she went with a safer answer. On the subject of speaking with him and providing her name, she did not commit and smiled at him until he’d walked away. She was unaware of how she’d been holding her breath, until her lungs screamed for mercy.

Olivia took several deep breaths and turned around. Charlotte now addressed the Lorenzo-Layla situation. Much to Olivia’s relief, the Princess Bitch now left the scene, after extracting herself from the Duke’s clutches. Could they finally have peace? She sighed and buried her head in her hands, overwhelmed.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Late Morning. Idiot.
Location: Beach
Attire:
☼Swimsuit
☼ Coverup
☼ Shoes
☼ Hair
☼ Sunglasses
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim ☼ @princess Charlotte ☼ @Conscripts John ☼ @ReusableSword Roman ☼ @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk ☼ @Tae Kalliope ☼ @PapaOso Cassius

Layla laughed as the foreign man tried to defend Kalliope again. Her derisive laughter echoed and the venom dripped from her mouth. “Blah, blah, blah. It seems you thought princesses were soft and delicate. I do not know if this is news to you, but I don’t care. You bore me as much as your voice. I know you are hoping to get laid by Kalliope. You don’t have to make this whole big show. A woman like her will just say yes.” Her gaze slid to Kalliope and she laughed once more.

“Enjoy your man with wandering eyes. He’ll have a new woman on his arm within the hour.” She rolled her eyes when the two finally left. Kalliope had given her vigor; then unfortunately, let the fire die.

Unfortunately, this left her facing Dr. John. She cringed when he lowered his glasses. Layla pondered knocking his glasses off his face but resisted the urge. “Duke Lorenzo and his daughter have been embarrassing my family and I from the moment we arrived. If Caesonia treated us better, perhaps I would be more welcoming. I do not need a personal assessment, especially from you.” She reassured him. A scowl and narrowed gaze greeted Dr. John. She also failed to answer his last questions, nor did she care to humor him with a response.

As if the Caesonian gods wanted to continue the scenario, Duke Lorenzo arrived. To her surprise and amusement, he started defending her from the monotonous Doctor. Layla smiled ear-to-ear and enjoyed the irony. His brash reaction to step in front of her caused her expression to briefly falter. The shock in her eyes was unmistakable, and for a moment, a genuine smile tugged at her lips. As quick as it had come, the smile was gone, replaced by the scowl and haughty smirk she now adorned. His words caused laughter to bubble out from her. He thought she was more refreshing than a strawberry smoothie. By the Gods, this show was becoming far more entertaining. Who would have thought the court jester could perform so smoothly?

As her valiant defender turned to face her, his hand instead collided with her face. Layla stumbled far more than what was expected. Her gaze became cloudy, and shock filled her like lightning striking a tree.

You didn’t listen to a thing I told you, did you? DID YOU! Maybe you should have!

This wouldn’t have happened if not for you, Layla. You only have yourself to blame.

WHACK!

Once the shock wore off, Layla’s guards had righted her. Unfortunately, Layla discovered the Duke now hugged her legs. His speech was unintelligible momentarily. Then, she registered the pain, and disgust overwhelmed her. This deranged man was now touching her and people were watching. Layla didn’t know if she would rather be eaten by a shark alive or left to bask in the Alidasht sun all day. Either option worked. Her cheeks flushed, then her gaze became cold and distant as she slowly turned to face Lorenzo.

Layla took several deep breaths and looked down at him. Before she could speak, a self-important and arrogant man addressed them. Her gaze slid to him now, and she temporarily forgot about Lorenzo clinging to her legs like a kid. Her gaze, still cold and distant, lit up with fire upon hearing him. Was this Caesonian’s version of Hafiz? While she contemplated this, her meditator cousin had come over to speak to her in their native tongue. At first, she snorted with derisive amusement, until she turned to face him. The fire in his eyes reminded her much of her father’s, and for once, she did not answer him with a sassy retort.

As this arrogant pig continued speaking, Layla noticed he’d sent his servant to give Fairm and her the invitations to his masquerade. She bit back a laugh and glanced at Farim, who she noticed wore a similar expression. “Seems like we found the Hafiz of Caesonia.” she remarked quietly in their native tongue. She rolled her eyes and accepted the invitation. Layla then avoided meeting his gaze. “Does every kingdom have one?”

Slurping reached her ears. Layla gazed around to find the troublesome cowlick blond from the ball. The ridiculousness of the situation caused giggles to erupt from her uncontrollably. What the fuck was going on with this beach? She turned away and decided he wasn’t worth her time. Briefly though, she appreciated the idiocy of his actions. Unfortunately, once she returned to reality, the Duke was unfortunately still holding onto her. Bemused, Layla scowled and looked down at him.

Charlotte’s voice reached her ears. Layla turned to face Charlotte who pleaded with Lorenzo to let go of her. Instead, the duke rambled about being in hell and then pleaded with her to spare them from the evil Calbert Damien. This man is Hafiz of Caesonia. What is he doing to these idiots?

Sadly, Layla’s patience wore out and she turned to gaze down at the lunatic. His mustache tickled her legs. She shuddered and knew the memory would be engraved in her mind. She scowled at him and shook her leg like a dog trying to free itself from its leash. This incident would likely be in the news and Layla hated associating herself with this rabid dog and his daughter. Was he sane? Did he have any illness? Gods, this was disgusting!

Layla held her hands up to stop her guards from intervening. If they did, it was likely they’d injure this insane man. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” Layla commanded firmly. Her words didn’t leave any room to disobey. “I appreciate your gesture but you need to let go of me. You’ll pay me back by doing that. She extracted herself from the Duke forcefully and glowered at him. Then, she took another deep breath, and shook her head. Her expression softened, although the cold gaze remained in her eyes. “I think you must be cursed, Duke Lorenzo. No good deed goes unpunished, does it? Keep your distance and think before you act, Duke.” She turned to glance at Charlotte. A scowl greeted her and decided to ignore the doll for now.

Finally, her gaze turned to Farim. In their native tongue, she addressed him. “I don’t have all day for our good talk. I won’t wait around for it longer than I need so either we do this now or we don’t do it at all.” Regardless if he followed her or not, Layla strode down the beach while her guards followed closely behind. Ali joined her and presented her with Zilal and a smile graced her face. Like a scarf, she wrapped the serpent around her. He booped her on the chin and she giggled.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ★ [@Papa Oso] Cassius ★
Mentions: @SausagePat Ruby ★
Aesthetic:
★ Swimsuit
★ Dress
★ Hair & Accessories

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The chaos that became the beach was too much for Olivia; not to mention poor Charlotte. Olivia had turned away from the princess bitch before she snapped on her and had taken several deep breaths. It would not bode well to lose her cool, especially with Calbert's approach.

”Use a spell, Persephone. Teach her who's boss.”
”You know enough magic. You’re intermediate. You can cause her a whole world of pain. Embarrass her. Even kill her. Put them out of their misery.”
”We didn’t teach you magic for nothing… Use it Persephone!”

Olivia gritted her teeth and bit her tongue hard, enough to cause blood to surface. No. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

She took another deep breath, in and out slowly, trying to meditate quietly as best she could. Her gaze turned to Charlotte who she knew she needed to console and also get Kazumin out of here. She wrapped an arm around her friend and conversed with Ruby. However, the woman rambled on quite insanely, much like she had the previous night. Stunned, Olivia watched her ramble and blinked. This woman was unlike anyone she had met, yet the neurotic behavior and her kind attitude towards them made her endearing all the same. That is, until she randomly passed out in the middle of Layla vs the entire beach.

”Ruby!” She dropped to her knees beside her and scowled when sand flew onto her from the Princess Bitch. Liv took another deep breath and checked her pulse. ”She’s breathing. I guess this is too much for her? Do you want to help me move her, Charlotte or Casser-Cassius?” If she could help move them out before Calbert came, she would be thrilled. Olivia flicked his knee gently to attract his attention to the matter and nudged Charlotte with her elbow to signal the approach of Calbert. Her mind raced from everything and she wanted to explode.

”Could we move… Now?” She whispered urgently and frantically searched for Kazumin, all the while making sure Calbert did not see her panic.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning. Idiot.
Location: Guest House > Beach
Attire:
☼Swimsuit
☼ Coverup
☼ Shoes
☼ Hair
☼ Sunglasses
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Farim ☼ @princess Charlotte ☼ ☼ @Conscripts John ☼ @ReusableSword Roman ☼ @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk ☼ @Tae Kalliope ☼ @PapaOso Cassius

Layla watched Farim’s movements carefully. Once he approached her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Her eyebrows knitted together with amusement. He had made a move, polite, but nonetheless, marking her touchable. She cringed at the gesture and flicked his arm off of her with annoyance. Were his hands clean from these filthy misfits? Disgust showed on her face while she backed away from him. The scathing expression on her face would wound a man’s soul if possible. ”My goodness Farim, have you finally learned to count? I’m so proud of you. Papa Hafiz will be too.” She smirked at him and folded her arms. ”Do you ever get tired of mediating? Sounds exhausting. Maybe you should go apply for a meditator visa here.” She rolled her eyes and turned to face Cassius now with a haughty smirk playing upon her lips.

Layla’s burst of laughter caused some passerby to look over as he called her a prissy little rich bitch. She couldn’t stop laughing as he tried to lecture her. What did he, the bastard, know about love? Tears of amusement clouded her vision as he continued. Despite the amusement, his words did cut deep inside, as the visions of what awaited her if she failed flashed through her mind. This poor bastard boy, he acted as if he knew anything about love. His poor daddy hadn’t even been around. She continued the laugh though, which was genuinely amused, and did not show any hints to her inner reflection. The anger in his vision caused her to grin as she finally stopped laughing.

”Oh my god.” Layla paused and then began laughing cruelly once more. ”You have so much to say! Do you have a crush on Little Ms. Vikena? Look at that Charlotte, someone likes you! Too bad he’s sleeping with someone else. Once a bastard, always a bastard, huh, Casserole? I can read you from a mile away. A lonely nobody who is trying to fill a void and project your problems on me. It’s sad really. Get a therapist. Maybe your noble dad can buy you one?”

Her attention now turned to the red-haired traitor. Layla grinned at her with utmost amusement and pleasure, her arms now at her sides protectively. The gaze in her eyes became treacherous; like a ship in the middle of a storm. The snake inside her was poised and ready to strike. ”Jealous? Of not leaving Alidasht? Is this some delusional joke, Red?” Layla retorted with derisive laughter. ”It’s been long enough. I could go another hundred years of not seeing your ugly little face, Red.” Layla continued, her voice was now becoming quiet and menacing. The hint of madness in Kalliope’s eyes would be reflected in Layla’s, but far more murderously as well. If there weren’t people here, Layla would not have had a problem slicing and dicing this bitch.

”It’s adorable for you to stand here and accuse me of having no bite, girl.” She subtly took a step towards her and pinched her cheeks gently. ”I’d be happy to slice, dice, and gut you like a fish, Kali. I’d relish your screams more than Hafiz has and really, you have some nerve talking to me; someone of much higher status than you, in public. You know exactly what I could have done to you. But too bad, you ran away, off on your own like you always will be.” She leaned in with a glint of mischief in her eye and whispered: “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be put out of your miserable existence? If I were you, I know I would. Zilal would be willing to assist too I’m sure; he hates traitors as much as I do.”

Once Kalliope took a step forward, as did Layla who malevolently smiled at her. ”Your stories are as boring as your face is, darling. No wonder you’re sleeping around and trying to win people over with spreading your legs. I know you loved my brother, but he’s gone now - you disappeared soon after too. What happened? Did he reject you and cause you to leave? OH! Is that why you left? You weren’t accepted? Oh man. Is this why you’re picking up men left and right here Kalli darling? What a love story this is: your boy toy Cassius is looking at Charlotte and so is boytoy number two here.” She gestured to Sjandeho who she blew a kiss tauntingly. “You should have seen the way he defended her; well both of them really. Doubt either of them would get that way over a skank like you. You’re nothing more than a little whore, a slut, and a toy for people to play with until they get bored. Don’t worry, when you’re done doing whatever it is you do now for us, you can always see if the brothels are hiring.”

“Like Hafiz would want to hear from someone like you. Please. You’re funny. You call me a puppet but from where I stand, I’m a princess and you’re... what? Please tell us all what you add to society.” Layla cackled and grinned at her with not a care in the world. There was a flicker of irritation in her eyes as Kalliope asked how her head was, but she was quick to smile and smoothly reply. “My head’s still pretty and crowned. Forever will be. How’s your family? Oh that’s right… You don’t have one, do you? Maybe Edin’s your daddy now?”

For some reason the heterochromatic eyed girl had screamed and fallen, much to Layla’s dismay. The woman had collapsed beside her and Layla jumped back with surprise and disgust. At the same time, sand flew up and accidentally fell on the girl. Layla glanced at it then shrugged and returned her attention to Kalliope, Cassius, Sjandehk and Charlotte, who she smirked at when she had finished .Layla continued with a malicious smile as she relished the taunts and words. Layla looked ready to defend herself, whether it be physically or verbally. Like a cheetah waiting in the grass, she too, would strike once necessary.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sadie ♥ Drake

Time: Morning
Location: Tea Party

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The rather interesting fellow by the name Alexander made his way back to his wife, no doubt talking to her about what all had happened. But that was their conversation to have, so Drake did not stare for long. Not with the beauty sitting across from him. He soaked in the atmosphere and took note of the way she reacted to the varying events around them. Most notably was the vibrant shade her cheeks changed to as she talked to him, which were mirrored by the butterflies in his stomach. She definitely seems to enjoy my company. I wonder...no I mustn’t rush such thoughts.

Just as he was about to answer her, yet another display of fanfare and showmanship erupted throughout the gardens. Several sounds flooded the area as King Edin himself was present and flaunting just about every avenue of wealth of exuberance he could. Very apropos of him. Nonetheless, with a respectful reaction, Drake kept his expression with a faint smile and waited for all to be over before talking to Sadie once more.

”Well, it certainly is growing interesting by the second. Truthfully I am just happy to be here with you. It seems that perhaps with all of these boisterous actions the focus can be on you and I instead?” He smiled and took the last sip of his tea, and held his hands together on top of the table with fingers interlaced between each other. ”I hope you are enjoying yourself. Is there anything I can get you? Or have someone get for you, should you require me to stay near?” His words came with a light chuckle, his eyes meeting hers.

Sadie listened to Drake speak and wondered how someone could manage to have an angelic voice. How did she compare? Long, untamed curly hair and dimples, lithe frame with big eyes? She wondered if her voice was too squeaky. Was she eating too much? Not drinking enough tea? Sadie let out a quiet sigh. None of these intrusive thoughts would do well. Drake, a masterpiece, sat before her and was interested in her, and she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach untamed and she did her best to ignore them.

Before she could speak, King Edin made his grand entrance. She watched the proceeding and kept a friendly smile on her face. His flaunting of wealth and power caused her stomach to churn. She knew that being a princess of an allied country in the public she couldn’t show such thoughts. So Sadie played nice, a smile on her face and clapped along. Once it was over, she turned her attention back to Drake. His words, like melted honey, rang through her ears. ”I’m happy to be here too,” she agreed and sipped her tea.

”I hope so. I’d like to converse with you!” She set her tea down and reached for another cake, avoiding eating any given by Prince Callum from the evil baker. Sadie frowned upon the idea of eating anything from him, even if she were starving. Something was not right with that man. Realizing she was once again distracted, she turned her attention back to Drake. ”I’m fine right now. Do you need anything? I can do the same for you. Is the sun too bright? I can get us a parasole.”

Drake could only smirk as she seemed to worry over his own comfort. He held his hand up in a gentle gesture to assure that he was okay. ”And risk shielding the world from that beautiful smile of yours? Never.” He felt rather corny being so forward with her, but it seemed like the right thing to do. For what else would someone do when faced with a natural beauty like her. He only hoped he could measure up to her standards. He certainly did his best, and her general demeanor suggested she was enjoying herself, but there was always that slight nagging doubt.

”All I really need is to make sure we are having a good time on this beautiful day. And that we take our time and really get to know one another. I’ve only known you for such a short time after all, it would be rude of me to not ask more about the person whom I so boldly proclaimed my adoration for.” He slid his cup to the side, and would let any nearby butler anxious to do something fill it up if needed. He made a quick motion with his hand at a nearby servant and turned his focus back to Sadie. He leaned in slightly and took a long slow breath as he looked her up and down idly. He tried not to linger too long on any of her features but it was proving to be difficult. To break up the slight pause, he figured asking more about her would do.

”I know you were thinking of making some necklaces for charity. What else do you like to do, whether for yourself or the fine people of Varian? I hope the little token we found together was nice and helped out in some way.”

Drake’s words caused a ripple of giggles to escape from Sadie. His words were like chocolate chip cookies melting in milk. Her cheeks flushed once more, if possible, as she grinned with joy. Her smile was too big, she wondered. How did he like it? The thoughts had to vanish from her mind’s eye though as she listened to him. It would not be good to become distracted, especially with that evil baker here. With all her might she focused on Drake.

”I am enjoying my time!” she chirped. Sadie finished her food and tea while ignoring the background noise. ”I hope you are enjoying your time too and not getting bored.” She noticed him slide his glass over and gestured for a butler to come over and refill both of their glasses. Quickly the butler did so, and also brought over some more desserts for them. While this occurred, Sadie noticed him glancing at her, and couldn’t help but mirror his movements. His eyes looked even more gorgeous up close. The butler said nothing and moved away hurriedly to give them privacy.

The silence was broken by his question next, and Sadie quickly leaned away. She sipped her tea quickly and listened to him. A soft smile graced her face. ”I feed the marine life and tend to the water to ensure there isn’t any plastic in it. I also like to help school kids study, and…” Sadie dropped her voice as a blush crept over her face and grinned shyly. ”I’m also a blacksmith. I create swords, daggers, bows and other weapons. I am working on creating special kinds of swords that are fire resistant, and the like. I also like to make silly things too.” She began eating her dessert before she rambled more and averted her gaze nervously. What if she had put him off? It was not ladylike to be a blacksmith, especially for a princess.

Drake found the knowledge she was sharing rather intricate and interesting. He nodded as she spoke of her recent exploits and saw the growing concern in her expression. She had a similar muted reaction when her face had grown a big smile. Drake surmised that she was simply trying to not overwhelm him, which in and of itself was a noble trait of her. You are simply too kind and too pure, Princess Camilia. With his cup renewed, he slid it back next to him and took a slow sip. He wanted his next words to be appropriate yet endearing. So after a brief pause he took her hand and looked into those eyes of hers that made his heart skip a beat.

”What a magnificent line of work you are in. An environmentalist and an expert in her craft. Not to mention looking after our future little lords and ladies.” He stopped to share a lighthearted chuckle and placed his other hand over top of hers as it lay in his loose grip. ”You impress me, Princess. You do far more than I do, that's for certain. I would be interested in learning a little more about how you make those crafts of yours and what sort of thought process goes into making such royal items. Naturally if they were made by you of all people they must be highly sought after?” He took a moment to look at her hands, veiled thinly by the gloves she chose to wear. Despite the cover he still could see where she earned some marks here and there in the forge, yet there was still a gentleness to them that he admired. There were two sides of this woman, a caring side and a hardworking side, that much was clear. He continued admiring her hands for a few more moments before checking his posture and looking back at her.

Sadie beamed when he kindly regarded her extracurricular activities. His hand fit over hers perfectly, as if they had been meant to be. She glanced away with her cheeks flushed. This seemed unreal; how could she, the clumsy, blacksmith, talks-to–much princess like her, have caught such a perfect man’s eyes? It didn’t seem as though it was a joke, nor did he seem to know Desmond. Just thinking of that name caused a lump to form in her throat and her attention to break. Still, Drake’s voice broke her reverie like a rock skipped over a still lake, and she glanced back at him. ”Thank you so much, Sir Drake.” Sadie’s voice was soft as she struggled to stay focused. ”I do arm my knights and swordsmen with my weaponry and I do sell them to the Caesonian army as well.” She paused and then added, ”I’d be happy to show you them! Maybe give you one of my swords for free. I’m trying to perfect a certain craftsmanship to them. You’d be the right person for it!”

His gaze on her caused her to look down and chuckle shyly. How did she continue this? Was she doing all right? Jenny caught her eye momentarily and gave her a stern nod. She took a deep breath and took a long sip of her tea to steal her nerves. In the background she could hear noise and commotion between the Caesonian royalty, but could not pick up what they were saying. Drake’s long hair was gorgeous, and she even wondered if her hair was comparable. She looked at Drake again, wondering how Victoria Edwards had raised such a gentle and sweet gentleman. The stark contrast between the two caused her a momentary giggle, which she recovered from quickly.

”Forgive me for looking so much. You’re just such an interesting person, and I can’t seem to help but act a fool when I take the time to truly look upon you and all the beauty that you encapsulate. How do you do it, Miss Camilia?”

”You must forgive me too, Sir Drake, as you look much like a statue - a good one!” She added the last bit quickly with a deep flush on her face. ”I’m glad you find me interesting. Some people in my kingdom call me the Quirky Princess, or that I don’t live up to the standards of my siblings, or my parents, because I’m… different.” Her voice became hushed as she continued and downcasted her gaze. The hole in her heart threatened to open up once more. ”I also… I also wonder the same.. Same about you.” She forced herself to meet his gaze with a soft smile as she pretended not to have let her words hurt her.

There was quite the occurrence around as announcements were made. Drake saw it all for what it was, political mind games for the public. Would this event even be real? Would it really be held out of Edin’s pocket? Or Prince Callum’s? It all seemed rather fortuitous that they suddenly felt so charitable. Then the King mentioned his son would abstain from alcohol. Ah. Another family affair. How foolish of me to think of anything but that. His eyes had shifted over to the Danrose’s for a moment and with a sigh he turned back to Sadie.

Her words truly flattered him, and he did his best to keep composure while still indulging in the floating sensation in his chest. He had felt like he was a rather dull and boring person all things considered, but she spoke to him and about him with such adoration he began to wonder if he was the only one who was lovestruck. ”Your words and offer are all so very kind. I would be happy to see this forge of yours and see just what kind of work you do. Particularly in that offer of a sword. I had been meaning to learn some bladework lately and it seems I have been granted a sign by an angel to do just that.” He not so subtly slid in another compliment, noticing her gaze at his features.

Sadie’s attention was stolen momentarily by the debacle between father and son. She wondered what was happening with them? They seemed so tense and vengeful. She wasn’t surprised, not with Edin’s antics, however she felt it was best not to air dirty laundry in a public event. So many nobles were here. She sighed and turned back to Drake. Her gaze softened and her shoulders relaxed, as she had been slightly tense due to the drama occurring nearby them. Her cheeks flushed as he spoke and she giggled into her gloved hands. A sign from an angel? Oh boy, did he really think of her that way? What if he finds out she wasn’t? Sadie dismissed the thought for now, before the anxiety sunk back in, and she resorted back to her old habits?

He fixed his hair slightly, pushing it behind his head and feeling himself look to the side In nervousness for but a moment. As he looked back at her he took advantage of the pause to sip on his tea, buying him a few precious moments to collect his thoughts. ”Not to speak ill of the others but I find it rather uncouth of others to place such rudimentary limitations on someone who, so far, has shown to be a proper example of royalty. I am sorry others are so unkind. I sadly know what it is like to be accused or judged. It seems to be the flavor of nobility nowadays, to be snarky or quick to judge.” His other hand placed the teacup back down and softly glided over the top of hers, as if to offer a small amount of comfort. ”When perhaps would like me to come see your work?”

As he continued to speak, she took advantage of the moment, and began eating and drinking hastily. A warmth spread throughout Sadie as he spoke kindly of her. Sadie had become accustomed to hearing the bad things people said about her, and had learned to tune it out. However, at night it would keep her up, so hearing someone else speak this way, caused a ripple of joy to overwhelm her. However, what if …. She didn’t let the thought form and fought hard to stay present. Regrettably, he understood how she felt, which dampened the mood. Sadie frowned and took his hand gently, her expression now soft and her gaze upon him.

”Your words bring me comfort and joy, although I am saddened to hear you feel the same. Some people aren’t raised to be kind or weren’t given enough love and attention so they bring it upon others. It’s unfortunate, although hopefully we can change the minds and hearts of others around us. All it takes is to be kind. You are a sweet and kind man, I don’t know why they would judge you. Is it your looks?” She teased toward the end of the statement, and waited for his response.

He grazed his thumb over the back of her hand while taking a brief repose to gather his thoughts. Then a soft smile parted his lips while the most subtle of shrugs moved his shoulders mere inches. ”I am not certain. Usually when you do not play the game you are scorned by the players. I hold no such judgements of course but I do notice those who like to batten down others hopes and dreams.” He seemed to gaze off for a short moment, his eyes lowering as if in contemplation. For a moment he wondered if he really could be as optimistic as Sadie spoke about. He then wondered just what it is that prompted her to talk about such dealings. Who had hurt her in such a way she felt the need to feel this way too? Maybe there is more behind those cascading eyes and bright disposition. But this is neither the time nor the place… His serious demeanor moved to a more warm look as he chuckled at her remark. ”Well if people are mean to you because you look good, then it’s even better we seem to know so much about mean people, dear Princess.”

Sadie continued enjoying her tea and desserts, despite the ongoing mental battle waging in her head. She sighed as he seemed to understand the “plight of nobles” as she had nicknamed it. They had everything they could dream of that peasants did not have; yet, they were the most heavily judged and criticized. His somber attitude was too real; it hurt her soul to see him looking melancholy. Sadie folded her hands after finishing her bakery and looked at him softly. His comments made her grin and briefly break eye contact to hide the blush creeping back up her face. ”Well Drake, your sentiments are well appreciated. I can only agree with what you said for you as well.” She paused to sip her tea and nearly choked as soon as she noticed Sir Gideon approaching them. Quickly recovering, she smiled sweetly up at him.

"Good day to you two. Drake, my son, I see you have found yourself rather exemplary company!" He turned to look at her with a charismatic smile which she returned, despite the nerves now rushing through her. "I trust my boy has been behaving himself? Being the proper gentleman he was raised to be? You let me know if he gives you any trouble, Princess." He gave a slightly jovial finger wag at Drake's direction, entirely meant to be light-hearted and not a serious accusation. He took the final sip of his tea and held it in his hand as he looked to the two with an eager desire to learn more of their budding relationship.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Tea Party
Interaction: None
Mentions: @Helo Callum, @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @Lava Alckon Drake

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The tea party was a grand addition to the Caesonian Kingdom. It allowed nobles to dine together and allow each other to flaunt their wealth. Additionally, there weren’t any filthy peasants around to ruin their good time. Victoria Edwards sat at a table with Duchess Antoinette, Countess Melanie Monet, and Count Landon Monet. They were well enough company, but if an opportunity to sit with those of even higher status came by, she would take it. Her guards were nearby and a clean rug had been laid out for her to walk on so she didn’t share the germs with others. None of them matched her beauty, her grace, nor her elegance. Some of these nobles were from Sorian, while others were foreigners. Their styles were bizarre to her. She laughed at some of the clothes people were wearing; what were they thinking? As Prince Callum’s shenanigans rose, as did her annoyance. Did Ariella truly run off with him? How could she throw her life away for that? She put so much work into Ariella for her to ruin her life for him. Victoria had to say something to him, hopefully when he was done mingling with others. King Edin hated his youngest son anyways; maybe she could have a word with him.

For now, her gaze was glued to Drake, her perfect son, and probably number one in her books right now. Her pride for him interacting with a princess so effortlessly put a smile on her face. He was being the perfect son, doing the right things. He was charming her well, but she supposed it didn’t take much for a ditz like Sadie to be charmed. After the tea party, she was going to pull him aside and ask how things went and if they had another date setup. She already wanted to plan more dates for them. Queen Rosa and King Alixandre were pushovers and wilted like flowers when you walked all over them; surely they wouldn’t mind. The haughty smile on her face reached the corners of her face, while her happiness oozed from watching Drake.

She would have to tell Ariella how much she was losing out here. Where had she even gone off to? To not be seen at one of the King’s events, especially after such a rumor came about, was dreadful. The queen very much did not like when her children were pulled into gossip in the papers and there would undoubtedly be questions. She was certain if it was true then it would be Callum who was sullying Ariella’s reputation, but surely Alibeth would accuse the other way around. Victoria knew it was within her best interests to find out the truth before any questions came about, though truly she just wanted to enjoy the party in peace.

Ariella would certainly hear it later.

Her gaze turned to the food and tea in front of her. Victoria turned to a guard and snapped her fingers at him impatiently. He blinked with surprise then turned to her. ”My lady?” He inquired nervously, as he knew how foul her temper could be if he hesitated so much.

”Make sure this food is sanitary. I don’t know if anyone else might have touched it with their filthy hands.” She ordered him as she leaned back and inspected her teacup intently. ”And make sure to bring more pastry to me along with tea. I don’t have all day.” She added, after noticing he was still standing there. The guard nodded and hurried off quickly.

While she waited, she turned to see if Prince Callum was still surrounded by the others. Once he was alone, she would pounce like a wolf.

”H-Here are your pastries and tea, My Lady.” The guard returned as he set them both down carefully in front of her. ”Fresh bakery as requested.”

She ignored him and he hurried off into the background, much like the ornamental piece she had told him to be around her presence. Victoria began to eat the cake and scowled when the crumbs fell. She snapped her fingers at her guards again who quickly began cleaning them off of her and making sure she remained looking perfect as usual.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ★ @SausagePat Ruby ★ @Papaoso Cassius
Mentions: @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk ★ @Tae Kalliope
Aesthetic:
★ Swimsuit
★ Dress
★ Hair & Accessories

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Olivia smiled kindly at the man until she heard the name Damien. Her smile faded quickly, but returned soon after so she didn’t raise suspicion. What was this man doing here by Lottie’s side? She narrowed her gaze at him and decided the interaction was peaceful enough. If it turned sour then she would protect Lottie. Her mind raced from the latest reaction. It was all happening too much too fast. The sense of being constricted caused her to grit her teeth and focus on Lottie instead. Did this poor girl usually go through this much chaos in one day? Olivia had never seen someone so distraught and defeated. Livvy made it her goal now to try to cheer her up, and to make it up to Lottie as much as she could. She knew the girl needed calm and tranquility, so she remained quiet as Cassius began to introduce himself.

Olivia, who held a smoothie and hadn’t sipped from it yet from shock, now took the moment to do so. However, it turned out to be a mistake as she choked on it. Bastard son? As she coughed, she turned away with shock. When she turned back, Olivia faced them and recovered.

”Oh wow,” she uttered. This was quite the turn of events. As she watched him be kind and then.. Caring towards Charlotte, her guard only rose. Was this some ploy by Calbert? She didn’t want to interrupt, so she glanced back at Farim who she was impressed with for his reaction to the whole debacle.

Why the hell can’t we have a peaceful day at the beach? Is this what it’s like being the Vikena’s? What else is going to happen today? She sipped her smoothie and her eyes widened at the redhead’s words. Cassius was over here flirting with Charlotte while he’d slept with the other girl? Liv stared at Charlotte and knew the pain was overwhelming her, so she took her hand and squeezed it tightly. As fate would have it, the day only became worse. It was taunting them for sure as she now noticed Calbert coming in the distance. Frozen, like a deer in headlights, she squeezed her hand tighter as a way of signaling Calbert was coming. They had agreed on silent gestures to warn one another in public, and this was her way of reacting to Charlotte without alerting others. With a deep breath, she went to speak, but was interrupted by the bitchy Shehzadi.

”Aww.. Don’t you feel better being out in the open, Lady Slut Vikena?”

Furious, Olivia glared at the woman heatedly, who only glared down at her. She chose her words carefully, due to the approach of Calbert and the others in the background. ”I pity you.” Olivia’s words were genuine as she glared up at the woman. ”Who put the bee in your bonnet? Do you feel better bullying her? Does it make you feel good? Because you’re doing nothing more than bothering us and we’re not doing anything to you.”

The woman rolled her eyes and folded her arms. ”Yawn. You’re boring me, girl.”

Olivia wished the beach was clear. Taking several deep breaths, she moved in front of Charlotte and glared at her. ”Go. Away.” Her words were soft, but the look in her eyes was menacing as she continued. ”Go be your bitchy self elsewhere.”

Her temper was flaring as she tried to contain it and not use magic. The voices… The ones she’d become accustomed to, were egging her on, and if someone didn’t stop her.... This was something she'd confided to Charlotte when talking about magic and showing her it. Her pupils dilated momentarily as she struggled to ignore it. Livvy clenched her fists, while anger coursed through her veins.