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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim, Anastasia, Wystan, Wulfric, Nahir, Riona, and Thea

Location: The Royal Curd

Mention:@Conscripts Dr. John @Helo Leo, Charlotte @princess

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“This place is incredible! I absolutely love it,” Anastasia declared to the table, picking up a menu. After scanning it, she asked with a mischievous grin, “Would anyone dare judge me if I went straight for cake?”

Without waiting for a response, she added with a wink, “Actually, I couldn't care less if you do. I'm getting cake.”

“Order whatever you like, Anastasia, but would you do me a favour?” her brother beckoned her closer. “Can you tell me what happened last night at Roman’s gathering? I heard you’d been found unconscious, and that Shahzade Farim had carried you home safely.” He turned to the man in question. “I wished to thank you for that. I appreciate you looking out for my sister.”

Farim had taken his seat next to Anastasia and had been perusing the menu with interest as Wulfric poised his question. He placed the menu down and had a slight raise to his eyebrows. “Are you sure you would like to talk about such things here?” He paused, and at Wulfric’s confirmation, immediately acquiesced and began to explain the situation of last night anyway. “Well I suppose I shall share, given that those present would have a vested interest in it as well for their own reasons.” His eyes gleamed across the table at Nahir, Ece, Wystan, Wulfric, and Riona.

“To keep things short, I believe Dr John and his compatriot may be responsible, or at least know more than they are letting on. Simply put I found them helping to tussle with the enraged and possessed Roman after the guards interrupted the ceremony and once I had investigated the path they came from I found the princess out cold in the dirt. Once I questioned them on it, they had little to say in response other than that I should be careful with what I say.” He crossed his arms and gave a slight shrug.

“There was this woman who helped; Torvi I believe her name was. She helped me find her in the woods. From there I took her to safety and placed her in her bedroom to rest the injury off.” He left out the part about meeting Lady Thea, rubbing his head as if a phantom pain returned to his head.

Nahir sat quietly with the menu before her, held by two sweaty hands. She glanced up when Wulfric inquired about last night's event, but as Farim shared his experiences, she made no comment on them. Her throat felt dry, like she had just bitten into a delicious sand tart. The menu wasn’t doing her any good, and the smell of cheese– oh gods, who loved cheese this much?

Still, she kept an ever-present, easy smile on her lips, indicating nothing was wrong. She nodded along with the conversation. Behind her, Ece kept a close watch around the table quietly.

Wystan had arrived a bit later than the rest, no doubt returning from a long patrol around the city. He had positioned himself strategically and quietly near the Danrose siblings when he entered, allowing them their space while ensuring he had a clear line of sight to the surrounding area. He noted the various dignitaries and guests, assessing potential threats and exits with a practiced eye. The cheese table, laden with delicacies, was where the watchdog had trained his eyes upon while listening to Shahzade Farim’s conversation, simply to make sure the food was not being mishandled and to remain updated on the latest occurrence.

“...” There was not a word from him, but a grateful nod of the head to acknowledge the Shahzade’s open stream of information.

“Dr. John!” Anastasia burst out in surprise. “No, it was the mafia, like I told you earlier.” She cleared her throat dramatically and unnecessarily. “Okay, here’s the tea. Roman was tripping WAY too hard, and he freaked out on the guards looking for Violet. Farim went to go help him, and I went to find them both. Then, as I ran into the woods…” She suddenly rose out of her seat and slammed her hands on the table, “The mafia attacked me and everything went black.” Her eyes shifted across the table, locking on each and every person briefly. “I am a woman with a lot of information… And I’m cute. So of course, the mafia would naturally target me out of jealousy.” As she lowered back into her seat, she smiled and shrugged. “They’re obsessed with me.”

Wulfric gave a nod of thanks to Farim. “Circumstantial evidence it may be, but that is concerning.” To Anastasia, he merely said, “What makes you think it was the mafia?” It could be one of her ridiculous flights of fancy, but if there was information to be had, he’d unearth it. “Did you notice anything when you were attacked?”

“Long coats.” Anastasia informed him as if it was ground-breaking evidence. At which her brother raised a brow. “...How many?”

Anastasia stuck two fingers up in response.

It was at this moment that a small and pretty blonde approached the table with a sense of urgency, her eyes fixed on Princess Anastasia. Thea had spotted her best friend shortly after entering the Royal Curd and had made a beeline for her. Without a second thought, she blurted out, “Annie, dearest Annie, it is dire that I speak to you immediately as I have something of the utmost importance to tell you about.”

It was only after the words had left her mouth that she noticed the other people seated at the table. A flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she realized she had interrupted their conversation.

“Oh, I apologize for my interruption,” she said, quickly dipping into a polite curtsy. Her gaze first settled on Prince Wulfric, whom she had known for as long as she'd been friends with Anastasia. “Your Highness, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” The prince gave her a curt nod in response. “Lady Thea,” he greeted. Throughout the years of her knowing Anastasia, he’d somewhat got used to their high energy. The two’d been fast friends since their childhood, and were prone to getting entangled in giggle-filled girls’ talk, or stirring up trouble - often both.

Turning to Shehzade Farim, Thea offered him a warm, yet awkward and embarrassed smile. “It’s lovely to see you again, Shehzade Farim. I hope you’ve been well.”

Farim offered a bow from his seat to the woman. ”The pleasure is mutual, and I am happy to see you are doing well.”

Next, she turned to the stalwart guard to Wulfric and Anastasia with genuine happiness. “Wystan! It's always reassuring to see you. I trust all is well?”

“As well as we can make it, Lady Thea. Good day.”

Finally, she turned to the two unfamiliar faces at the table, offering them a graceful curtsy and polite smile. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I am Lady Thea Smithwood. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Then something else dawned on her and her eyes went wide as she began to look around frantically.

“It’s a pleasure, Lady Thea.” Nahir smiled up at the woman, her brow twitching at the sound of her voice. It was not a slight to her but the sudden intrusion into their conversation. She looked back to her menu before any signs of annoyance managed to slip out. What was going on with her?

Behind her, Ece bowed but remained silent, eyes trained on Nahir.

“Oh dear, my brother isn't here, is he?!” There was panic in her voice as she continued to scan the restaurant.

“THEA!” Anastasia exclaimed with glee and reached her arms out toward her, “Come, come.” She patted her lap invitingly as if beckoning a puppy, “Have the warriors returned from the great war? Come inform me.” Her voice took on a peculiar accent as she beamed at her. Thea immediately took a seat on her friends lap, giggling at her and mimicking the same accent as she simply said, ”Indeed they have!” Her gaze shifted when Thea mentioned Wystan, and she turned to smile at the watchdog, joining in the greeting as she hadn't had the chance to give before. “Yes! Hi Wystan! Why aren’t you sitting with us? I want to order you some cake.” She patted her lap again as if there was room for both of them somehow. The royal bodyguard smiled simply and said, “Good day, and thank you, Princess. You will have to pardon me, I’m afraid there is only room for one at a time.”

Upon the subject of her brother, she took a glance around herself until Leo fell in her line of sight. There was no hiding the look of shock on her face. She tilted her head as she stared at him in awe.

“Oh he’s here…. and… heeeeeeeee…. looks like a wad of bubblegum.”

“Wad of bubblegum?!” Thea asked alarmed as her eyes followed where Anastasia was looking. ”Why is he pink?!”

“A practical joke?” Wulfric suggested, having already noticed Leo’s pink state at the church. Eyeing her as she held a lapful of an excitable ball of energy in the form of Lady Thea, he stood up. “Please take a seat, my lady,” he offered. Thea supposed what Wulfric suggested could make sense. Still, she made a note to ask him about it later and make sure he was okay. ”Oh, thank you!” She said after a moment and slid over to the chair as she watched Wulfric move. He strolled to where Farim sat on Anastasia’s other side, indicating that he wished to speak to him. “You have seen two men as well, correct? Were they wearing coats?” The Shahzade affirmed that was the case, so Wulfric prompted, “Could you describe the other man if it isn’t too much trouble?”

Farim looked up to Wulfric as the man approached. He offered a slight chuckle and responded to Anastasia first. “Correct, you are the prettiest woman in the room with all the answers and information - so naturally very important people want to target you.” His tone was slightly satirical but still contained the hint of truthful belief behind his words. Annie pointed at her face as if to highlight that they were discussing her looks as he spoke, a smile on her face. “Would it surprise you to hear that Dr. John and his friend wore the very black coats that you just described?” The princess’s eyes widened with shock and she covered her mouth.

Dr. John is in the mafia…!?

Farim paused and gestured towards Wulfric “And Prince Wulfric, I am afraid my memory seems to be failing me but I remember a rather light-skinned individual with similar accents and mannerisms to Dr. John. Similarly average build, and well, I am afraid that is where my memory runs hazy. I think it was partially because of the drinks at the ceremony that my perception was a little off.”

He held a hand up as he realized he may be re-describing the events of the other night. “No memory wiping fancy poison mind you. Just a strong drink I imagine.”

“Thank you, Shahzade. That is more than enough information, I assure you.” The rest, he would simply find out by directly investigating Varian’s involvement in the event.

“The drinks had fun drugs in them.” Anastasia clarified unnecessarily. “They were like… ghost drugs.” Wulfric gave her a thoughtful glance. That descriptor followed by Farim’s reassurance that there was no memory wiping did call the possibility of magical involvement to his mind. Roman had also been described as ‘enraged’, ‘possessed’, and ‘out of his mind’, though he’d ascribed all of that to mundane drugs so far. Maybe there was more to it, though.

Thea quietly listened to the exchange for a moment, brows furrowing especially as she realized the importance of the conversation. She had a feeling her friend didn’t quite understand the risks she had actually faced the night before, nor would she, so she decided it was time to distract her once more and get back to why she came. “Anniiiieeee!!! The most splendid, wonderful, magical thing happened to me at the dating event. I met the most lovely, dreamest Prince Charming I think I’ve ever encountered.” She let out a blissful sigh as she leaned back in the chair, sliding down in it some as if she were swooning and through her arm across her forehead. “I do believe I’m in love!”

Annie's eyes widened, and she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight, nearly bouncing Thea off her lap. Fortunately, her arms quickly wrapped around Thea in a tight embrace as she nuzzled her cheek against hers. “Oh my goodness, Thea! This is incredible!” she exclaimed happily. “Tell me everything! What’s he like? How did you meet? Do I know him? Who is he?!” She leaned in eagerly, her excitement radiating off her in waves.

Riona, who had been quietly listening the entire time, quickly lost interest in the conversation Lady Thea started and glanced down at the menu. King Edin’s Cheese Portrait was tempting. Not because it sounded particularly appetizing but the thought of driving a fork through that monster’s face had a certain appeal to it.

Briefly studying the odd woman out as he walked to the other side of the table, Wulfric sat down in the vicinity of Nahir. “Please excuse me, Shehzadi,” he dipped his head as he settled into his new position. “This table has become unexpectedly active,” he smirked as he commented. He took his time to study the guests. The restaurant was teeming with activity, and practically all the tables were full. Some were getting rather rowdy, even, but the waiters and waitresses were handling it all well.

A little too much for my liking at the moment, Nahir wanted to say but settled with, “It’s nice to see how lively they are.” Which wasn’t a lie, but she would prefer it if there wasn’t an invisible force crushing her skull from all sides.

Moments after Wulfric sat down, he was handed a menu - his previous one had been left to Lady Thea. He leisurely perused the menu, but it was difficult finding anything he thought he could stomach. The main courses nearly made him nauseous merely by reading about them, and the desserts were no better. In the end, he settled on a selection of appetizers, though he would downsize the involvement of cheese when ordering.

Farim chuckled as the pair of women went on to gossip about the impending romance that Thea had recently experienced. He gave it some partial attention but figured it would be best to let the ladies gossip and gush as they please. The man took the time to map out his soon to be meal rather quickly, and decided upon some Cheese and Herb scones, the Cheese Volcano Vortex, and the Golden Cheesecake Carnival. He made sure to add an extra order of scones for Anastasia so he could offer some to her should she desire.

With Wulfric and Nahir conversing and Thea and Annie having their girls moment, Farim look over at the one person at this table he hadn’t recognized. ”You there, I do not believe we have met. I am Shahzade Farim from Alidasht. Who might you be?” He said as he looked in Riona’s direction.

Riona jerked her head up from perusing the menu, a little startled that Shahzade Farim decided to strike up a conversation with her. She stood up from her seat and bowed with her arms crossed at the wrist and thumbs facing the floor. “Your Highness, peace be upon you. I am but one servant among many.” Riona held the pose until she was released from it. “You honor me by allowing my presence here. Rest assured, I will keep to myself. You will scarcely notice I am here.”

Nahir’s eyes stopped mid-sentence of the description of yet another cheese-infested item on the menu when she heard the servant’s voice. She made no attempt in looking up from her menu nor any other sign of acknowledging the woman, for now at least.

Thea couldn’t contain her giggles as Annie squealed and bounced. She was so excited to tell her friend all about her morning, she could barely contain herself. “We met at the mixer! He was my random partner and he was just PERFECT! Lord Drake Edwards, even just saying his name makes me swoon.” She said with a happy sigh and went on to tell her all about what they talked about. “In the end, he invited me to his birthday party tomorrow!” She finished off the tale, but then gasped as she threw her hand over her mouth and looked at Anastasia wide eyed. “I must get him a gift! But what should I get?!”

“Oooh! Lord Drake Edwards is a total hottie and such a gentleman. “ Anastasia gushed. “He’s a really nice person and I am sure he’d love anything you pick out for him…” Her smile faltered slightly as something dawned on her. “...But beware, mother from the Hells. It’s her you might have to impress, otherwise you got yourself one bitch of an in-law.” Firmly, she gripped her hands assuringly, the smile returning to her face, “But! Don’t fret. We shall go shopping. The Duchess is the most extra woman in our country and we’re gonna need quite some gold to pick out something so nice she’ll be begging Lord Drake to marry you. If all else fails, she totally loves me and I will hype you up.”

Farim took a moment to chuckle at the gossip happening on his left. He just found a certain charm to it all - and was rather enjoying the group ambience before him. His hand raised in a single and graceful gesture as he pointed his palm towards Riona. “At ease, madam. So you are among the help here? Do you work for anyone here or are you out on leave currently? No need to shrink away - I imagine if you are granted access to this table it must be through some merit, no?” He was both kind and curious - at a table of such highly influential members of society, how could a “simple servant of many” manage to slide their way in? Part of him wasn’t buying it but he decided to play along for now.

Riona’s lips quirked into a tired smile. Of course he didn’t recognize her. Not from the royal guest house or even the dinner party the Sultan hosted at said guest house. And why should he? To them, she was just an ant amongst many.

For a second, she considered letting it slide. After all, this wasn’t the first time. But then, something stirred within her. Riona’s gaze drifted to the table where Lady Charlotte sat, her words echoing in her mind. “…Just please do me a favor and do not let anyone tell you that you matter any less than the rest of us… You’re not an ant.”

Riona turned her attention back to the Shahzade, looking him straight in the eyes. “We’ve met before, Your Highness. If you require a clue, perhaps Wystan’s indifference to my presence might jog your memory.” She nodded at the Watchdog.

The servant girl from the dinner. I wonder what she thinks of us. Is our dysfunctional family like any other?

Thea's excitement wavered momentarily at Anastasia’s warning and a twinge of panic rose in her chest. She hasn't even thought about his parents and, truthfully, she knew nothing about them. Did they know about her? About her reputation? No, she couldn't worry about that right now. She simply would be kind and respectful when meeting the Duke and Duchess and do what she could to win them over. She squeezed her friend’s hands gratefully.

“Thank you, Annie. I’ll need all the help I can get to impress her it seems. Shopping sounds perfect. And with you by my side, I know we’ll find something incredible. Let's turn this into an adventure! And maybe you can help me find the perfect dress too!” The excitement came right back at the thought of shopping.

“Oh for sure I can!”

For a moment, she briefly glanced over at Riona and Farim, having heard part of their conversation. Her eyes lingered on Riona, feeling like she looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place her. She hated when that happened and so she silently pondered the woman's identity as she turned her attention back to Annie, who did not follow Thea’s gaze to Riona, perhaps purposefully so.

His expression molded into that of a confused state of pondering. He rubbed his chin with his finger as he got a good look at this woman. He replayed the last few days in his head, still finding large parts of it foggy. I did not realize how much of my trip here has been erased by alcohol - I should drink a little less. But there was one particular set of events that he was sober enough to remember. She was one of the ones who served drinks at the dinner the other night - the one where his cousin had decided to showcase the unyielding pride and might of Alidasht firsthand.

He snapped his fingers as he reached his epiphany. “Ah, the dinner! My apologies for not recognizing you sooner then. That night was rather…interesting, to say the least. I hope my boldness that night did not seem unbecoming of myself. I try to keep my temper at a minimum - especially in social situations.” He paused. “However, that does not answer the second initial question I posed.” He gestured once more towards her, his open palm facing the ceiling as he emphasized his meaning. “Who might you be? I apologize if you have given me a name before. I have had to learn many faces since coming here - and I promise to commit to memory if that is the case.”

Seeing the Shahzade ashamed for forgetting about her, Riona’s expression softened. She sat back in her chair and flipped open the menu again. “Technically, Your Highness, I did answer your question: I am but one servant among many. I can’t imagine my name is all that important for you to commit to memory, not with so much else to occupy your mind.” Her gaze slid meaningfully to Princess Anastisia. “Anything about Her Highness, for one.” Then, her eyes darted to Wystan for the merest fraction of a second before settling on Shahzade Farim. “Is your intention to court her?”

Nahir leaned in closer to Wulfric, her voice low enough for him to hear and not interrupt the others’ conversations. “How was your evening yesterday at the ball, Prince Wulfric? I’m afraid I wasn’t able to see your costume.”. She’d been so focused on Lady Dantès that she’d forgotten to do much of anything else. Today, that wouldn't be the case. “Ah, and if I may…” She moved her menu between them as if he didn’t have one of his own. “Would you have any recommendations? I’m afraid I am not very familiar with cheesy foods.”

“It was an eventful masquerade. I had my share of conversations…and dancing. I hope you had your fun as well?” He thought he’d caught sight of Nahir on the dance floor, but they’d each been preoccupied by their company. “There was such a dazzling array of wondrous costumes, wasn’t there? Unfortunately, that also made it challenging to appreciate them all,” he commented. At her request, he closed his own menu, set it aside, and went through hers while sharing his recommendations. “Well, my policy on cheese is to treat it as a spice. It is meant to complement a meal rather than overwhelm it. This is why I will forgo the main courses, and make a meal of the appetizers…”

“I indeed did have fun; I found myself the most interesting dancing partner. I should consider organizing similar gatherings back home.” Nahir smiled, glancing at the menu as he began his recommendation. “Wise words I'll keep in mind if I ever find myself here again.”
It was then a figure approached, her yellow dress bright and cheerful under the soft glow of the restaurant's lights. A cheese hat sat atop her head, completing her ensemble.She greeted them with a wide, welcoming smile that lit up her face.
“Hello, everyone! I'm Brie-anna, and I'll be your server today. Are we all melting with excitement to order, or are we still deciding?”Her voice was cheerful, and her eyes sparkled with mirth as she prepared to take their orders, her pad ready in hand.
“I hope you're all ready to have a gouda time!” Brie-anna continued. She chuckled at her own joke, her demeanor as light and bubbly as the sparkling water she began to pour into their glasses.
“I want the sexy cake please!” Anastasia exclaimed with a giggle.
Brie-anna's eyes twinkled with amusement. “Ah, the Seductress' Delight! It's one of our most tempting desserts, layered with dark chocolate and mascarpone that's as smooth as the charm I see here tonight. And those raspberries? Just as bold and delightful as this gathering!”
When she heard the Princess’s order, Riona stared at her. Was she only going to eat cake for lunch? … That sounded… fun, actually. Riona flipped to the desserts section of the menu. After some debate, she ordered the Cheese Cloud Confection.

“Oh! Um…well I’m not all that hungry since I just ate, but…” Thea began as she quickly grabbed the menu and glanced over it. “I suppose I’ll take the scones….Oh! And the Golden Cheesecake Carnival, please!” She simply couldn’t resist the sweets.

“What wonderful timing, Miss Brie-anna.” Wulfric, who had been about to explain his selection to Nahir to gauge if she would find such an option appealing, glanced at the waiter. “I do have a specialized order, if you do not mind?” The server did not, and so he continued. “One serving of the scones, as they are. One cheese board, but please do not go over 100 grams for the total weight of the cheeses. I prefer fresh fruit to preserves. One of the fondue with less fondue - a cupful at most.” The waitress wrote it all down diligently. Wulfric turned to Nahir, “Does any of that sound appealing to you, Shehzadi Nahir?” He left the choice on whether to double up on anything to the lady in question.

“Very much so,” Nahir turneed to Brie-anna with a small smile. “I'll have a scone and the cheese board, just as Prince Wulfric ordered.” She closed her menu, then added after a moment's thought, “And some fresh fruits on the side as well, no preference—just whatever you have available.”

Farim had taken a brief pause to think on the question posed by Riona before answering. Just as he felt himself ready to answer, Brie-anna had approached and thus the array of orders came forth from each and every patron at the table. Farim himself felt rather famished, and a good meal would be sure to tide himself over until the nighttime. “Brie-anna, was it? I think I shall go with the Cheese and Herb scones, the Cheese Volcano Vortex, and the Golden Cheesecake Carnival for my arrangement of meals.” He leaned in and whispered to the waitress. “Might you add an extra order of scones for the pretty lady next to me? I wish to give her some. If I must pay extra, that is okay.” Farim gestured towards Anastasia. Brie-anna gasped audibly and she smiled at Farim with a nod.

With his order done he put his fingers together and leaned forward onto the table. “I was hoping to perhaps let things build before proclaiming such things in the public eye but to answer your question dear person-whose-name-I-still-do-not-know.” He paused to crack a slight smile at the joke. “Then yes I suppose that would be my intention. But that is not to say it is all I care about. She has just as much a say as me in the matter - I would rather things build naturally then I simply just force myself on a woman like some hungry animal.” The man’s brow raised as he posed his next statement. “And what of you, miss just-another-one-of-many? Any gentleman catch your eye this season?” He whispered these next few words as the others were absorbed in their conversations. “Or perhaps…ladies?” With a sly grin he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his water.

As Farim spoke of her, Anastasia stared off into the distance with a stupid smile, undoubtedly daydreaming about her cake.

Nahir’s brows twitched at the faint words of her dear cousin. Her eyes flickered to Riona for a brief moment before returning to Wulfric. “I take it your father enjoys cheese? It is rare for a son not to share passions with their fathers,” she remarked with a hint of curiosity.
“He does,” Wulfric responded simply to the first question. The very fact that Edin had built an entire restaurant dedicated to cheese made the man’s enjoyment of the dairy product plain as day. “Is it rare?” he questioned Nahir’s following statement. “I have found that I share few of his passions. The same holds true for my brothers, as far as I have observed.” He wondered what her true motive behind the question was. It wasn’t a simple one, and there were many implications one could draw from it. “But it is a fascinating question, isn’t it? How much is a person affected by their environment, and how much is innate to them? Of course, any outright deterministic viewpoint fails to take into account our free will…The actions we take - or do not - which shape us.”

Riona kept one eye on Wystan, trying to read his stoic expression, but the man had a face like a stone wall when he was in guard dog mode. Soon she gave up and turned her full attention to Shahzade Farim. “I see,” Riona said, voice carefully neutral. “I wish you the best of luck.” On so many levels.

“With many vying for her affection, He-Who-Speaks-To-She-Whose-Name-Ends-With-An-H, you may need to be a little more bold. Otherwise, someone else might sweep her off her feet and take her away.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “She’s a bit dense too.”

The Shahzade’s question earned a scoff from Riona. “The courting season is meant for people of high society. However much I might admire some dashing lord” —she allowed herself a secret, sly smile— “or enchanting lady, it would end only in heartbreak.” Her gaze drifted to the vacant chair and her smile vanished as thoughts of Dan occupied the space. “I... I’m not sure if I’ve moved on from the love I lost yet. It’s been years, but…” Riona caught herself and shook her head. “Forgive me, Shahzade. It was improper of me to burden you with my personal matters.”

As Brie-anna collected the menus, she gave a cheerful nod. "Alright, lovely folks, I'll be back shortly with all your delightful choices. Just holler if you need anything else!"

As the evening progressed and the various dishes arrived, the table buzzed with various flavors and lively conversation. The decadent dishes, though enjoyable, were notably massive and over the top in many ways. Everyone continued to engage in conversations, savoring the food and the company. Gradually, as the night drew to a close, these personal exchanges wound down, leading to warm farewells.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte, Lorenzo, Leo, Sjandehk, Iyen, Kira, Kalliope, and Morrigan

PART 4
Location: The Royal Curd

Lady Morrigan ordered Our Majesty’s Favorite Fondue, no doubt intending to share with the table. The Knight simply shook his head as the waiter looked to him expectantly. His strict diet left no room for such indulgences, and he gestured for the next person to order.

The Knight’s eyes flicked over to Lady Morrigan. Her hand still rested in Duke Vikena’s grasp. With how uncomfortable he was, it was a wonder the duke hadn’t yanked himself free already. Either the man was too polite for his own good or his spine was made of pudding. Additionally, Charlotte was also now staring at their joined hands.

Kalliope had grabbed the menu and immediately flipped to the desserts, not even caring to be bothered by anything else. Her eyes landed on one dish and she felt a smirk spread across her lips. ”So Chad, darling, tell me…how seductive is the Seductress Delight? Is it worth ordering? Because, if so, I certainly want that.”

“How seductive?” Chad grinned charmingly while bouncing his eyebrows. “Enough to take some back home, if you know what I mean.” He winked. “Trust me, you definitely want it… And we have an order of Our Majesty's FAVORITE FONDUE, and the tantalizing, creamy, chocolate drizzled, Seductress Delight.”

Curiosity and apprehension coloured Sjan-dehk’s expression as the waiter approached. Between his eerily wide smile, his overly-exuberant mannerisms, and his general appearance, Sjan-dehk thought about the possibility of Iyen being, once again right; that they had stumbled onto yet another cult. He carefully observed each person at the table. None of them seemed to find the waiter to be anything too out-of-the-ordinary, and so he decided that this was simply normal for this part of the world.

The menu made little sense to him – he understood the individual words, but not the sentences they were used to construct – and so he didn’t bother with it. “I will follow her,” he said and pointed over to Kalliope. “Whatever she have, I will also.”

“And I share with him,” Iyen piped up and, in turn, pointed to Sjan-dehk.

“Are you going to pay half, or is this another one of those times when we share and I end up paying for it all?” Sjan-dehk asked drily, but didn’t say anything to go against her words.

“Relax, Sjan-dehk,” Iyen said cheerily and patted him on the back. “You know I always pay back my debts to you.” She glanced over at Kalliope again, and with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes and a playful grin on her lips, she added in a low voice, “One way or another.”

“Ooooooh sharing the Seductress Delight, I see. The passion of young love and cheese. A delectable fusion of exotic flavor for this table indeed.” Chad bounced his eyebrows once more as he was beginning to find the theme for this table. The wanted and the want to be wanted.

Kali snapped her menu shut, much louder than necessary, before setting it down and turning to Chad once more. If Iyen wanted to play, then she would play. “You know what, Chad? Make an extra special and big one of the Seductress Delight and all three of us right here will share.” She gestured largely to herself, Sjan-dehk, and Iyen just to make sure Iyen understood what she was saying. Chad let out a wide-eyed gasp, taking a step back from the table after such a request. Kali's eyes fell back to Iyen as a wicked grin formed on her face. “I'll pay….you can pay back the debt to me, Iyen.”

Chad inched half a step closer as if he'd understand the foreign language but was hardly noticed.

“Is that so?” Iyen made a show of looking Kalliope up and down. “Can’t say I mind–”

“Enough,” Sjan-dehk cut her off mid-sentence. He didn’t have the slightest clue as to what was going on between these two, and if he had to be honest, he didn’t quite care. Iyen’s playfulness was crossing lines, and Kalliope wasn’t helping by goading her on; that much he knew, and that much he was going to stop. First, he took Iyen firmly by the arm and carefully pushed her back onto her chair. “I don’t know what’s happening here, but I don’t want this to go any further.” His tone, stern and officious, was the one he used as Captain.

All the while, Chad continued to close in on the three.

Iyen pressed her fingers to her lips and giggled. “And there’s the Sjan-dehk I know.” Sjan-dehk shot her a glare and she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, Captain. Since you asked so forcefully, I’ll stop for now.”She leaned over the table to look at Kalliope. “Sorry for that,” she said in a melodic, sing-song voice.

Sjan-dehk shook his head and turned to Kalliope. “She can be a handful, but she’s a good person at heart and a damn good fighter. Saved my life many times, she did, and I know it’s hard to believe, but she’s done plenty more good than bad.” He picked up the menu and looked at it again. “I’ll pay for whatever we’re having,”he said. “And don’t bother paying me back. Consider this me paying for some peace.”

”Aye, aye, Captain.” Kalliope grumbled in response while abruptly turning away from the pair, turning her attention once more to the table.

Chad might as well have pulled up a chair as he was now crouched in the narrow space between Sjan-dehk and Iyen. Oddly, he wasn't looking at either of them and instead stared blankly through the space between them.

“The food is on the house…” he whispered chillingly just before bouncing back up and hurriedly moving to Lorenzo's side. “And if it isn't Duke Lorrrrrrrrrenzo Vikena.” He rolled the Rs of Lorenzo's name. “Are you sharing Our Majesty's FAVORITE FONDUE with Lady Morrigan Danrose?”

“Danrose? Thee Morrigan Danrose?” Lorenzo's expression briefly went blank. When it returned he spoke once more. “Um, well, I guess I should make this meal count,” since it might be my last. Lorenzo looked down at his already closed menu, reconsidering his options.

“One of everything.” Charlotte had been taking a sip of water as he spoke and nearly choked.

“Ev-Everything? One of everything?” One of Chad's eyes twitched.

“Hmm, that does seem selfish. Two of everything. Leo can have a pick of whatever he wants from my collection and everyone else can try the cheese items they didn't have a chance to order. Maybe take some home, like you offered to Miss Kalliope… Arden.” Lorenzo needed to write these new names down when he had the chance.

When the Knight saw Duke Vikena’s expression change, he expected him to recoil from Lady Morrigan’s touch in disgust. But he surprised him by doing no such thing. Even Lady Morrigan tilted her head slightly. Though if it was because she was surprised by his reaction or because she spotted something else behind that blank expression, he didn’t know.

In any case, she stopped tracing little circles on the Duke’s hand with her thumb and laid her other hand gently over his in a gesture that almost looked reassuring. As reassuring as getting a hug from one of those giant snakes that live in the jungle, the Knight imagined.

“Cheese! Cheese! And more cheese for the Duke and his friends! Does Leo Smithwood agree? Agree to share in the cheese?”

“Agreed.” Leo shrugged and snapped his menu closed. Might as well try all the strange cheese dishes. He looked up at Chadder and was clearly taken aback for a moment by the overly eager, wide-eyed waiter who wore a smile with way too many teeth. “Make it a true cheese feast for the table.”

“Why stop at two? Go for three, four!” Lady Morrigan said excitedly, “Take advantage of this while you can.” He just barely caught the, “I know I would.” Her gaze caught the Knight’s, and he quickly looked away, taking a long swig of water. Even after all these years, he couldn’t quite pin down where his mistress’s true loyalties lay. Sometimes he suspected she had none at all - that she just wanted to sit back and watch the world burn.

Charlotte felt a giggle bubble up in her throat. The thought of publicly taking advantage of King Edin's funds brought her a certain delight. As she giggled, the water went down the wrong pipe, causing her to splutter slightly. She patted her chest, trying to regain her composure.

“Charlotte, my dear! Are you quite alright?” Lady Morrigan picked up her napkin and leaned across Duke Vikena, tilting the younger woman’s chin up. She gently dabbed at Lady Charlotte’s mouth with the cloth, wiping away the droplets that had escaped when she sputtered. All the while, Lorenzo felt obligated to hold Morrigan up to prevent her from falling into his lap.

“I think she's fine. Her mother said she would spit up often as a babe.” Lorenzo looked down at the woman, realizing he was becoming more and more compromised by his new friend.

“Aww, that’s so cute!” His mistress cooed, patting Lady Charlotte’s cheek before turning to the duke and giving him a smile of a very different variety.

What does that look mean?

Leo glanced at Morrigan, wondered if she was drunk, and asked “Do you think four of everything would even fit on the table?”

Lady Morrigan turned her head to Lord Leo as she sat back down in her seat. “Goodness gracious! With these portion sizes? Of course not.” Mentally, the Knight added Don’t be absurd, in her voice.

Charlotte’s cheeks reddened, “Oh-um… Thank you very much! You’re too kind… The water went down the wrong pipe is all.” Her eyes traveled to Lorenzo thoughtfully, and then shifted back to Morrigan, “Do you think I could switch seats with you, Lorenzo? So that… Morrigan and I could have a little ladies chat.”

“Hm? Well I don't see why not.” Lorenzo felt a slight wave of relief wash over him, but there was still an issue. Peering down at Morrigan, she was still in his grasp. “Morrigan, would you like to take my seat to speak with Charlotte. You're already most of the way here.” Poor Lorenzo… he wasn't helping himself.

At this point, the Knight found it hard to believe the duke wasn’t doing this on purpose. With practiced coyness, Lady Morrigan batted her lashes, cheeks flushed as her gaze flitted between the man and his stepdaughter. “Why, Lorenzo, such forwardness! … How can a lady refuse such an invitation from a silverfox?” And with that, she settled fully onto Duke Vikena’s lap, facing his stepdaughter. His body jolted still, as he simply sat there in utter shock from her progressive advances.

Taking Lady Charlotte’s hands, Lady Morrigan asked, “What was it you wanted to talk about, dear?”

The scene that just played out right in front of Kalliope’s eyes had her staring in disbelief at Lorenzo and Morrigan. The Duke really was exceptional at inserting his foot into his mouth, wasn’t he? ”For fucks sake, Morrigan, you really do like to make a scene, huh? You know as well as I do that’s NOT what the Duke meant.” She lashed out at the woman while rolling her eyes. The woman truly had no shame.

“Kalliope, manners!” Lady Morrigan gasped softly, before turning to the Vikenas “I am so sorry, she’s still upset from finding out that the man she fancies is already in a relationship with a lovely lady.” She smiled and winked at Iyen.

Iyen caught the wink and responded with one of her own.

“A-As am I! Yes, I, Duke Lorenzo Vikena, am in a relationship with a lovely lady as well. Just like the fellow there, Mr. Sayjandak,” he announced. Sjan-dehk breathed out through his nose, a long and tired sigh. He didn’t bother correcting the butchery of his name; he doubted the Duke would be able to get accustomed to the proper pronunciation, and he should get used to such occurrences, anyway. It wouldn’t be the last, and surely wouldn’t be the worst.

“Is that so?” Lady Morrigan’s face fell and her voice came out small. “And… who might this lucky lady be?” Her reply stunned Lorenzo who was just looking for an out. Now he had to deliver… or perhaps not as Kira's voice carrying a distinct accent would begin its rounds at the table. Just what did this exotic and mysterious woman have in store?

Her gaze flickered back to Kalliope, Iyen and Sjan. ”Captain, you’re a wanted man. I had no idea you were so popular, I would have sat next to you in the church rather than face the royals. Although, the tigress here may not have enjoyed it. My apologies, Miss. Your name is lovely, by the way.” Kira turned to face the others.

Kalliope merely blinked at Kira, unamused. ”Thanks.” Was all she could find to say to the woman, frustrated by the compliment that was clearly meant to mask the previous teasing comment.

“Iyen, me, we are only good friends.” The exasperation in Sjan-dehk’s words were palpable, and he didn’t say it to Kira as much as he was saying it to everyone involved with this silly and inane conversation. A conversation that should have ended some time ago, he would add. There was no discernible reason for the strange woman sitting on the Duke’s lap to revive it. Sjan-dehk had been perfectly happy sitting back and observing all that was going on, and there was certainly a lot for him to observe, and painfully little that he could actually understand.

He sighed and shook his head slightly before turning to face Kira. “Apologies,” he mumbled, his tone sheepish. “Did not–I mean, should not be upset at you. Thank you for your words. They are most kind. But popular, no, I am not. Only unfortunate.”

“Two beautiful ladies arguing over you, and you call that unfortunate?” Iyen teased, a playful grin on her face. She cast a quick, momentary glance over to Kalliope. “I think most men would love to be as unfortunate as you, Captain.”

“Don’t you start,” Sjan-dehk warned.

“Start what, Captain?” Iyen rested her chin on the backs of her hands and looked at him with an expression that managed to be simultaneously impish and innocent. “I’m not starting a thing, not unless…” She leaned in a little closer, gazing at him with eyes half-lidded, and from behind long lashes. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Not unless you, Captain, want me to.”

Sjan-dehk was unimpressed, and he picked up his hat and pushed it into Iyen’s face, covering it entirely with the circle of woven rattan. “Enough,” he said flatly. Iyen laughed, taking the hat with both hands as she leaned back. She placed it atop her head, adjusting it slightly before looking expectantly at Sjan-dehk. “Looks better on you than it does on me, I think.”

“Really?” Iyen ran a finger along the brim. She glanced over the table. “I don’t think we’re giving them a great impression of the Commonwealth, are we?”

“No, we’re not.”

Iyen giggled. “Well, I’d hate to give Lady Adiyan trouble, so I’ll stop for now, but…” She gave him a wink and continued in a melodic voice, “We can continue this later. Might even have a surprise for you.”

“As if there’s any part of you that can still surprise me,” Sjan-dehk said with a dry chuckle. Then, he quickly turned to Kalliope before Iyen could reply. He tilted his head slightly to the Duke and the woman. “So, is that normal for your people? Not that I’m judging. Great to see uh…Displays of affection between people, but I’m getting that some of you don’t like…Whatever they’re doing as much as I think you do.”

Kalliope’s head was beginning to pound from everything going on around her and anger was now beginning to bubble forth rather than frustration as she attempted to ignore Iyen now. She could see the game the woman was attempting to play and, had she been in a better mood, perhaps she would have continued playing it as well, but instead she decided to try and focus on calming her emotions.

When Sjan-dehk addressed her, she whipped her head over to look at him, unintentionally glaring at him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak. ”Sorry, everything happening is proving to be a bit much for me currently and I’m trying to resist stabbing someone at this table…” She began, subconsciously wringing the back of the chair as if she were wringing someone's neck. ”But to answer your question, no. This is not normal behavior in the slightest. Morrigan is simply a bitch that likes to push people out of their comfort zones, likely to teach a lesson in this instance, and the Duke….well he’s a bit awkward and tries his best not to offend people, yet in doing so often makes things worse. Basically everything happening at this table is one major shit show.” She finished explaining with a sigh as she turned to face back forward and rest her forehead on top of her hands.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte, Lorenzo, Leo, Sjandehk, Iyen, Kira, Kalliope, and Morrigan

PART 3
Location: The Royal Curd

Leo glanced towards Morrigan, “Look at that, progress being made.” He said as Riona left. He returned to his seat once both Kira and Morrigan had sat down.

She crossed over to Lady Charlotte and, after a brief moment of hesitation, placed her hand on top of the other woman’s hand where it rested on the chair. Pitching her voice low, Riona said, “I appreciate you trying to help. It means a lot. But it’s better if I don’t stay. There are at least two people at this table who don’t want me here, and frankly, no one should have to deal with this extra bullsh*t on an empty stomach.” Riona flashed Lady Charlotte a smirk.

Charlotte gave her a soft smile and leaned in to whisper, “I understand…Just please do me a favor and do not let anyone tell you that you matter any less than the rest of us… You’re not an ant.”

“Remind Leo that.” Riona said before leaving. Charlotte then scooted back into the seat next to Lorenzo who had finally gained the courage to grab onto Morrigan's hand underneath the table.

“I would like to…” Lorenzo released the menu and clasped her pesky hand within his full grasp before whispering back, “... apologize for my poor memory of our interactions. As you may know, I took a year-long break after my late wife's passing. Might you refresh my memory? Please?”

The woman giggled and asked, “Why waste time trying to remember things that mean absolutely nothing to you when we can spend that energy making new memories?” Morrigan’s hand in his grasp turned until her thumb broke free to trace circles on his skin. “I promise I’ll try to be more memorable this time round.”

The drama happening in front of Kira was delicious. She resisted the urge to laugh by remaining stoic, however, and watched the scene in front of her. Her gaze slid from Leo to Riona, to Morrigan and Lorenzo, then to Charlotte and Riona, and then to the foreigners speaking in their foreign tongue, then finally back to the others.

”.....According to Mr. Smithwood, I am allowed at this table. Does the congregation agree, or shall I join our lovely Ms. Riona?” Her accent filled the room. Charlotte gave her the thumbs up to indicate she was fine remaining at the table. Kira smiled genuinely, and then turned back to examine her menu.

“Feast!” Lorenzo quickly cut in as if it were his duty. “Not, congregation, please. We need to use the correct group words, or trouble will come for all of us… but please sit.” Lorenzo replied cryptically.

Kira glanced at Lorenzo with curiosity and raised her eyebrows. ”My apologies, Mr. Vikena. I mustn’t use incorrect dialogue.”

Meanwhile, Kalliope's eyes landed on a table with several familiar faces and some unfamiliar, but there were two who really caught her eye. Her gaze lingered on Riona, who was clearly being pushed away from the table, and she felt a surge of protective anger. Riona was like a sister to her, and she wouldn't let anyone treat her poorly. Then her eyes found Sjan-dehk, and an involuntary smile touched her lips, though it faded slightly when she saw another woman with him, misinterpreting their closeness as the woman leaned in close to his ear. And was that his shirt she was practically wearing? Jealousy flared, amplifying her already foul mood.

With a determined stride, she made her way toward the table, her expression hardening into one of resolve. She caught Riona's eye for the briefest moment, giving her a tiny, mischievous smile that only she would recognize. It was a silent promise: she'd help put these people in their place today.

Riona managed to hide both her surprise and smile when she saw Via. With a curt nod of acknowledgment, she continued on her way. A few strides later, her steps faltered. Only one open spot remained, at a table currently occupied by two people she didn’t feel like making small talk with right now. She briefly considered loitering outside until Lordling Smithwood finished his lunch. But if she didn’t eat now, it would be awhile until she had another chance. Riona heaved a heavy sigh and marched over to the table of royals.

As she approached, she overheard the exchange between Iyen and Sjan-dehk, her jealousy only growing stronger especially when she saw where his hands were currently located. But she didn't let it show as she put on her best smile and addressed the group, standing behind the empty chair beside Charlotte.

"Lady Charlotte," Kalliope began warmly, genuinely admiring her beauty. "You look absolutely stunning today."

Charlotte smiled at her and thanked her graciously. “As do you.”

She then turned her attention to Duke Lorenzo. "And you, Duke Vikena, are looking quite dashing." Lorenzo trying to be polite despite his circumstance, gave her a nod with an uneasy smile.

Next, her gaze fell on Morrigan, and her smile turned sharper. "Morrigan, I see you're up to your old tricks," she said, her tone dripping with subtle venom. Unlike the other woman who smiled back sweetly. “You too.”

Finally, Kalliope's eyes settled on the pink figure of Lord Leo Smithwood. She couldn't help but let out a small, mocking laugh. "I have to applaud your confidence, Lord Smithwood. Not everyone can pull off a look that says, ‘I’ve been tangoing with a paint factory explosion and looking to bed a flamingo.’" The sweet smile she wore was a direct contrast to the blatant insult.

“Smithwoods are bold and unafraid to stand out.” Leo offered only a dismissive reply to a woman he was sure he’d seen before but whose name was not important enough to stick.

With that, she grabbed an empty chair, dragging it noisily across the floor until it was positioned between the knight and Sjan-dehk. She spun the chair around so the back was facing the table and straddled it, leaning against the back of the chair as she made herself comfortable. "Well, hello, stranger," she greeted Sjan-dehk with a playful grin. "Fancy seeing you here."

“Kali,” Sjan-dehk greeted, a tinge of genuine surprise in his voice. He hadn’t expected to see her here – or during the morning, for that matter – but her presence was one that brought him some relief. It was good to have someone else with whom he could speak freely.“Believe me, I didn’t want to be here, but orders are orders, and…” He waved his hand vaguely towards each person at the table. “It’s a good place to learn how your people do things, I suppose.”

Kalliope then turned to the knight who had taken Riona's seat. "Mind moving over a bit, dog?" she asked, her voice laced with contempt.

Sjan-dehk couldn’t help but snicker at how the Kalliope addressed the knight. As far as rebukes went, it was mild – if it was even one – but it was at least something. “Are soldiers…Or warriors, knights, whatever you call them, here all like him?” He didn’t quite expect an answer, and it was a rather rude thing to ask. So, he quickly changed the topic. “Anyway, how’re you feeling? Last night was a rough one, wasn’t it? Parts of me are still bloody aching.”

A soft giggle escaped the woman as she glanced back at the captain. ”Truthfully, I’m a bit achy and I slept like absolute shit. I prefer to lose sleep doing other things, but I’ll survive, though. I always do.” The words slipped out of her mouth without a second thought.

Memories of how the two of them dealt with the thugs in the slums returned to his mind. It hadn’t actually been that hard of a fight – it had just been a tedious one, and one that took more time and more effort than Sjan-dehk would have cared to spend. But it wasn’t a waste; he gained at least two things from it. One, he performed his good deed of the day. And two, he learned that Kalliope was a proper and respectable menace in a fight.

The Knight kept his mouth shut as he continued to listen to what the Viserjantan was saying. Taking notes in his head though he had a feeling that his mistress was half-listening in on occasion.

Kalliope then turned back to the rest of the group and, as if something had dawned on her, she spoke once more. ”Oh! Apologies! I seem to forget that while I know who most of you are, you may not actually know me! I’m Kalliope Arden, emissary to King Edin. I do know there are at least two faces here I do not recognize. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” She said as she glanced at Kira first, then at Iyen. The look she gave Iyen, however, was calculating.

The look Kalliope gave Iyen didn’t pass unnoticed by the latter. But rather than feeling unsettled, however, Iyen instead felt amused. Her eyes flitted between Kalliope and Sjan-dehk, and as she took in their brief exchange, her grin grew wider and wider. “My, Captain, sounds like you had a wild night,” she said and leaned over the table to look at Kalliope. “And with someone so pretty, no less! You’re doing well for yourself, Sjan-dehk.”

Sjan-dehk sighed. “This is Iyen,” he introduced, gesturing towards her. “Rasehnyas Iyen. She’s a–”

“The Captain and I are very good friends,” Iyen cut in, casting a knowing look to Sjan-dehk, one which was answered with confusion. She ignored it and continued to address Kalliope. “I didn’t think anyone here could speak our language. No wonder you get along so well with our Captain, well enough to spend the night together.”

“Iyen, I think you’re misunderstanding something,” Sjan-dehk said with a sigh. “We went to have a fight with a street gang. Nothing more.” Part of him wanted to add that Kalliope already had a partner in her life, but he ultimately thought it best not to. It wasn’t his information to share.

“Never implied the two of you did anything else,” Iyen teased, her eyes shifting between Kalliope and Sjan-dehk. Then, she placed a hand on Sjan-dehk’s shoulder. “And knowing you, it wouldn’t be anything we haven’t already done before.”

Kalliope's eyes sparkled with a mix of irritation and amusement as she met Iyen's gaze. "Well, Iyen, you know what they say about good friends," she said, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "Sometimes they just need a change of scenery to keep things interesting." She leaned in closer to Sjan-dehk, her smile widening as she added, "Besides, some things are just better when they're new, don't you think?"

Sjan-dehk wasn’t quite sure what to think. There was something hanging in the air between both women, and though he didn’t know what it was, he knew he wanted nothing to do with it. “Can’t say I disagree,” he said as neutrally as possible in response to Kalliope, but then swiftly blunted his words by continuing with, “But familiarity’s comfort is just as good, if you ask me. I’m learning that just by being here. Here in your lands, I mean. Discovering new things is interesting, but it also makes me think of home.”

Iyen was about to say something – Sjan-dehk could hear her drawing in a breath – but he acted first, raising a hand and shooting her a pointed glare to stop her. Whatever game she was trying to play, he wasn’t going to have any of it. Iyen merely shrugged and smirked. “Don’t mind my pet idiot here,” Sjan-dehk said slowly as he turned back to Kalliope. The sound of Iyen’s giggles was almost threatening. She was definitely plotting something; he just didn’t know what it was, and that unsettled him greatly. “She’s just bored and looking for fun where there’s none.”

”Nothing wrong with trying to find a little fun in dull situations.” She said simply, a slight grin on her face as she glanced back to the other unfamiliar face who seemed to be introducing herself to her.

“It is lovely to meet you too, Kalliope Arden; I am Kira Lockhart.” She replied and bowed her head respectfully. Her gaze moved from Lorenzo and Morrigan (what was happening down there?), to Charlotte (her eyes fixated briefly on her), then to Leo and back to Kalliope and the foreigners.

“...I want the scones.” Charlotte announced.

Kira scanned the menu and her eyes lit up with delight. ”Good choice. I’ll have the Three-Cheese Macaroni.” She replied and shut her menu and set it on the table.

“Did someone say… feast?!” In stepped a Royal Curd waiter with the biggest smile on the room and his eyes glistening with anticipation. It was only slightly unsettling.

Kira wished they were private–she was unamused by this man’s face. A disapproving and pointed narrowed gaze flashed across her face–then her trademark stoic expression returned.

“Ladies and gentlemen, lords and dukes, foreigners and servants, greetings! Or should I say gratings! My name is Chad, but you may call me Mr. Chaddar Cheese and I will be servicing your table through this most cheesy lactatious experience! I heard scones for the little princess over here, no-relation-to-the-Danrose-family, and a not one, not two, but threeeeee cheeeeeeese macaroniiiii!” Chad jotted down the orders onto a yellow cheese-themed notepad before his face sprang back up to take the next requests.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte, Lorenzo, Leo, Riona, Sjandehk, Iyen, Kira, and Morrigan

PART 2
Location: The Royal Curd

Kira entered the Royal Curd with her head held high. She glanced around the restaurant with a stoic expression. They had spent money building this shithole restaurant? Why was there a cheese fountain? The yellow caused her stomach to churn. Kira glanced around at the tables. There were two options she calculated: the royals table - which were unlikely to be friendly, and difficult with Prince Dickhead at the helm; or the lesser nobles, with an option of friendlier company and the rare appearance of a Flamingo. Despite her own wishes, she knew which one she had to choose.

With a charismatic smile donned upon her face and the sweetness returning, Kira swaggered to the Vikena table with the flamingo, the foreigners, a servant, and the ridiculous Vikenas. ”Well good morning,” Kira greeted sweetly, ”is there any room at this table? I’m not sure where else to sit.” Her expression remained sweet and her gaze doe-eyed and innocent.

Leo immediately stood up and pulled out the chair between Charlotte and him for the newcomer. Partially to ensure his reputation as a proper gentleman remained intact, after Riona’s clear attempt at sabotage, but the fact that she was attractive helped too. “Then sit here.” He offered, with a polite bow and gestured to the open seat. Again he introduced himself.

“Oh, so now he’s got manners,” Iyen muttered beneath her breath. “Our nobleboy here must be thinking with his cock.”

Sjan-dehk shushed her, earning him a glare and roll of the eyes from Iyen. “I don’t disagree, but we can’t afford to be so…” He trailed off, thinking of the right word. “Aggressive.” His lips curled into a momentary frown. Iyen did have a point – the difference in how the pink man approached this newcomer and how he treated his servant was beyond stark. “Remember, we’re not here to start a fight. Just to observe.”

Iyen sighed and tried to relax. “I don’t envy you, Sjan-dehk. This is all too new for me.”

“It was for me, at first,” Sjan-dehk said, placing a comforting hand on her bare shoulder, a gentle smile on his face. He waited until Iyen returned the smile with a hesitating one of her own before addressing the newcomer.

The woman looked familiar, but at the same time, not. Perhaps he had caught a glimpse of her at the temple? It didn’t quite matter, either way, but there was something – something Sjan-dehk couldn’t quite place – about her that struck him as strange. Her voice sounded a little too sweet, her eyes a touch too ingenuous for the rest of her face. Sjan-dehk quickly pushed such thoughts aside. This courtly atmosphere was likely making him see things that weren’t there.

His weapons clattered as he stood, the noise conspicuous against the idle murmurs of idle talk buzzing throughout the restaurant. “Wasun Sjan-dehk,” he greeted with a hand on his chest and a slight bow of his head. “Of Jafi, of Viserjanta.”He was about to introduce Iyen as well, but then had an idea. She would never learn if he did everything for her. And so, he instead simply cast an expectant glance at her.

“Oh, right,” she said and hurriedly stood up. “Rasehnyas Iyen Jodhesi. Uh…” She looked over to Sjan-dehk, who at first shrugged, but then mouthed the words she needed to say. “Of Sudhrayar and Viserjanta.”

She quickly sat back down, followed shortly by Sjan-dehk. He grinned at her. “Well done. A few more of those and you’ll be ready to take over these duties from me.”

Iyen gave him a playful slap on the arm and chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to encourage me to learn to speak their tongue, and not give me a reason to stay illiterate?” There was something Sjan-dehk could – and wanted to – say in response to that, but he thought it better to keep it to himself. And so, he said nothing.

Charlotte managed a smile toward the new girl, “Good morning.”

Riona pushed the Lordling’s chair back in as soon as he leaped out of it, then started toward the seat offered by the kind foreigner. She took a moment to bow to the newcomer on her way there—a woman she recognized from church. There was something off about her. A fakeness that clung to her smile, her voice, and her wide-eyed innocence. It all reminded Riona of someone. But who?

The answer came in a sickeningly sweet voice that twisted Riona’s stomach. “Well, hello there!” Lady Morrigan floated to them, her smile dazzling, her presence deceptively soft and airy.

When she reached the table, Morrigan let out a little gasp at the sight of the bright flamingo. As if there was any chance she hadn’t noticed it from a mile away. “Lord Leo Smithwood, what an eye-catching shade of pink! Is this for the event?” Her laugh was a carefully crafted melody. “You’ve truly outdone yourself. I’ll be sure to mention your enthusiasm to His Majesty.”

“I am simply tickled pink to see his Royal Majesty’s service today.” Leo replied.

Violet eyes danced over to the newcomer and the two foreigners. She clasped her hands in apparent glee. “I see new faces! Welcome! Thank you for attending the grand opening of The Royal Curd. My name is Morrigan. I’m delighted all of you could join us.”

Her attention shifted to the Vikenas. “Lorenzo! Charlotte!” she trilled, gliding into the seat beside the Duke and placing her hand over his just as smoothly. “Far too long since our last chat. How are you two faring these days?”

While Morrigan flitted about, one of her knights casually slipped past Riona and claimed the seat meant for her. The Knight’s flat stare said it all.

“Hello Morrigan. Very nice to see you… I am faring just fine, and… you?” Charlotte politely told her, but she seemed distracted as she lightly bounced her leg under the table. She soon rose abruptly, excusing herself in a mutter as she approached a waitress. Lorenzo haphazardly reached out to her but felt himself pinned to the table by Morrigan’s featherweight hand rested on his own. In truth, he simply lacked the energy to have much conviction in his actions this morning. Besides, Charlotte was not prone to being a victim of strange antics like he was but he'd still watch her. There was a brief exchange, and the waitress pointed to an unoccupied chair against the wall. Charlotte proceeded to pick it up and walk it over to their table herself. Finally, she situated it between herself and Lorenzo. With a smile and undecipherable emotions dancing behind her eyes, she looked toward Riona and presented a hand her way.

“Uh… well yes, uh, please… between Lady Charlotte and I.” This was unexpected but he'd roll with it. There were more pressing matters anyhow as his eyes shifted down to Morrigan's friendly hand on his. Lorenzo's eyes trailed from the hand until he soon found himself staring in the woman right in the face. Leaning in he whispered to her. “Apologies, but, we've met?”

Whatever Duke Lorenzo whispered into Morrigan’s ear caused her laugh, “Why, Lorenzo! You certainly know how to make a woman feel special, don’t you?” She then leaned in close so that only he could hear.

“We’ve bumped into each other before. More than a few times, actually. But I suppose I was never important enough to leave a lasting impression, was I? It’s alright, though. Even my parents forgot I existed most days.” Her reply caused Lorenzo to cover his mouth to conceal a gasp. Morrigan had successfully made him feel guilty for failing to recall her, and she was just getting started with him.

Another laugh, another joke that Riona couldn’t catch. Morrigan gave the Duke a playful swat on the arm before that hand slipped underneath the table. Based on the Duke’s reaction, Riona guessed that Morrigan’s hand had found its way to his thigh. The woman had no concept of personal boundaries. She leaned in once more, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she whispered.

“And you were never the sort of gentleman to partake in my particular talents.”

T-t-t-talents?” Lorenzo glanced to his right to find Charlotte but the distance between them had doubled. Lorenzo was stranded! What was the man to do?

A few seats around the table, Sjan-dehk was learning plenty of new faces and names today, and he accepted that he wouldn’t remember even half of them by sunset. And so, when Morrigan appeared, he stood up, offered her a simple greeting, introduced both himself and Iyen, and sat back down. It didn’t seem as if she had much interest in the two Viserjantans, anyway – she seemed more taken by Charlotte’s father. That suited Sjan-dehk just fine; he was too busy glaring daggers at the knight who had so rudely brushed the pink man’s servant aside.

He chewed on his lip. Had this been Jafi, things would have been simple. Sjan-dehk could have simply used his authority as a Captain – or the Fourth Lesser Marquis – and either ordered the man to stand, threatened him with punishment for his lack of propriety, or both. But he doubted he could do any of that here without starting some violent confrontation of some sort.

And so, despite it sitting uneasily with him, Sjan-dehk said nothing. Nothing in a language that a knight of Caesonia would understand, in any case.

“You must feel very strong,” he said with a deceptive smile, before swiftly translating. “Ah, sorry, I mean, your armour looks strong. Very good.”

… Was he seeing things or did that faint self-deprecating smile appear on the knight’s face before he made the translation?

“You should translate it properly.” The whispered words were hot against his ear, and it came as enough of a surprise that Sjan-dehk flinched, and would have yelped had he not caught himself in time. He spun around just as Iyen leaned back, laughing quietly as she did so.

“And start a fight? No thanks,” Sjan-dehk replied. “Not here, anyway.”
Iyen giggled, adjusting the shirt of his that she wore like a cape around her shoulders. “This is a lot more comfortable than I thought it’d be,” she remarked. “I almost want to keep it for myself.”

“Did you think it’d be made of sailcloth– Actually, don’t answer. I already know what you’re going to say.” Without thinking, he reached across and tightened the knotted sleeves resting between Iyen’s collarbones. “That would’ve slipped in no time at all. Months at sea should’ve taught you a thing or two about ropework, I’d have hoped.”

Just then, Charlotte stood up, and for a moment Sjan-dehk was alarmed. Had he missed some important thing or other? He quickly looked over to her, and felt relieved when he saw that she was pulling a chair over for the pink man’s servant. After seeing how the poor lady was treated by her lord, it heartened Sjan-dehk to see a noblewoman do something for her, and he showed his appreciation by giving Charlotte a little wave and a smile. “Thank you,” he said, loud enough for her ears.

Morrigan finally turned to Riona. “Kitten! You came too? How lovely to see you.” Her gaze swept the table, taking in the seating arrangement. Her eyes went wide, and she pressed her fingers to her lips in a gesture of feigned dismay. “Oh dear, did we just take your seat?” Right on cue, her eyes began to glisten. “How utterly rude of me. Pet,” she called her Knight, “be an angel and let her sit there.” She then noticed Lady Charlotte bringing over another chair. “Perfect! You can sit in that chair instead, pet.”

Even worse! I'm not only stranded, but TRAPPED!

Just as the Knight moved to stand, Riona cut in. “Thank you, My Lady, but that is quite alright. I will sit elsewhere.” Anywhere but near her. Leo couldn’t hide his grin, pleased with the outcome. That grin didn’t go unnoticed by Iyen, who balled her hands into fists and would have surely said something had Sjan-dehk not placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Nobles here carry more weight, I think,” he remarked.

“Getting jealous?” Iyen’s tone was snappier than usual, and she sighed. “Sorry, I–”

Sjan-dehk turned that firm grip into a gentle pat, and shook his head. “It’s alright. Getting used to how they do things here will take time.” He glanced sideways at her with a toothy grin. “And no, I don’t think there’s any reason for me to be jealous. Not like there’s much more I can do as just a Fourth Lesser Marquis. Better to be Captain of Sada Kurau.”

Thank the gods for this servant! Now to figure out how to remove this slithering hand from my thigh without adding more insult after forgetting who she was.

Riona inclined her head to the assembled group. “Enjoy your meal.” To Sh*tlord, she added, “Lord Smithwood, send for me when you are ready to depart.” Formality dictated that, as his attendant, she was supposed to keep an eye on him and swoop in at the right moment, but he’d just have to fetch her himself.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Alexander and Countess Liliane Damien

Time: Morning, between the time Lily left Cassius and when she returns

Location: Alley outside Tough Tavern

Mention:@Tpartywithzombi Violet

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“Preferably.” A speck of seduction sprinkled into the single word reply as he took her arm. The two stepped outside, with Alexander dawning his umbrella first for the two to share. “This way.” He led them just around the corner at the mouth of the alley beside the tavern.

“Countess, before I say anything, I would like to share that the Black Rose is using much of the company's resources to locate your daughter and see to it she makes it home safely and that your family owes us nothing.”

“It’s so appreciated, Alexander.” Liliane adjusted her position to face him.
“Really. You’ve all been so darling… Might I inquire if there is anything that can be done to improve Violet’s quality of life as well? Her difficulty with her condition deeply stresses my husband and I.”

Alexander's mask slightly cracked upon the mention of Violet's condition. Does she know? His widened eyes peered into Liliane's. No, that's not possible. He abruptly shook his head apologetically with an embarrassed smile.

“Apologies. I- Well, it's not important. What's important is me addressing your question.” He recovered and took a breath as he prepared to share his guidance. “I understand you are having a difficult time and wish to keep things in-house. Those with the strongest hearts do not wish to see their burdens be placed on others.” His hand clasped hers firmly. “But you should consider allowing the Black Rose Company to assist in keeping a watchful eye on your daughter, especially after what we uncovered last night. It's troubling, Liliane.” His brows furrowed with concern.

Concern filled her expression. “What ever did you uncover?” Alexander made sure to look around to ensure their privacy before leaning toward her until their cheeks were beside each other as he spoke into her ear.

“We found a dress matching what Violet planned to wear for the masquerade party. The torso was covered in blood. But… we failed to find a tear or disturbance on the dress. It's a good sign the blood doesn't belong to her, though that does pose a question. Whose blood is it?” Alexander retracted his face from hers, his expression stern and serious. “The murder of a stable boy occurred last night. Decapitation with no body to be found. No suspects as of yet.”

Liliane’s eye twitched and she sighed deeply. Her gaze faltered as she took in the information.
“...It seems that I must indeed request the assistance that you have offered, Mr. Deacon.”

“Do not sound so defeated, Liliane. Your family has established strong ties with us. We'll keep things under control… but you have to be willing to hand us the reins so we may do just that. Your husband, as great of a protector that is, is no longer enough I'm afraid. Focus on keeping your family together and we will focus on keeping you and your loved ones protected.” He smiled to lift her spirits. “I recommend your husband speak to Marek promptly when the opportunity arises. As for you, if you need to speak to a representative of the Black Rose in private, reach out to myself. About anything”

Liliane smiled graciously and took his hand in hers. “You’re a saint, Mr. Deacon. I am certain he’ll be seeing Marek again very soon.”

“Great, I will see if I can… make Marek more available to him.” Alexander tilted his head toward the Tavern entrance before leading Lianne over. “As for saints, the true saint is yourself, Liliane. The purest person I've come across in this decorated den of lies. Keep that smile, keep that warmth. It's indeed a treasure even I am envious of lacking. Farewell Countess Damien, dear.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte, Lorenzo, Leo, Riona, Sjandehk,and Iyen

PART 1
Location: The Royal Curd

Charlotte scanned the menu, her eyes darting over the various dishes with a mixture of confusion and amusement written all over her countenance. As she looked up briefly, she noticed a familiar figure passing by. Her face brightened with recognition as he waved at her.

She smiled and waved back, beckoning him and his friend to join her at the table if they so wished.

Iyen was the one who noticed Charlotte’s wave, and responded with a smile and a wave of her own. “I think work has to wait, Sjan-dehk. Your new friend’s asking us to join her,” she said and gave Sjan-dehk a nudge with her elbow.

“You mean, you want to join her,” Sjan-dehk replied flatly. He shook his head. “I won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do, but I’m staying.”

“Come on,” Iyen pleaded, almost whining. “You know I can’t talk to them on my own! I need you there.”

Sjan-dehk fixed her with a hard look. Then, he smirked. “Sounds like a you problem, to me. And besides, I’m already in enough trouble with Lady Adiyan because of what you told her. I’m going to do the job she gave me properly.”

Iyen stuck her tongue out at him and folded her arms. “It’s no fun sitting here on our own. We’re not going to learn anything, you know that, right?”

As much as Sjan-dehk was loath to admit, Iyen did have a point. Keeping to themselves wasn’t going to do them many favours. And he supposed that the pale girl’s company – based on what little he had seen the other day – wouldn’t be the worst around. “Fine,” he grumbled. “If it’ll shut you up, but I’ll have you know that I’m doing this against my own free will and judgement.”

Iyen stood up with a giggle. “Oh, you’re adorable as always, Shanya,” she teased. “You gave up both when you agreed to take me with you.”

Sjan-dehk didn’t deign to reply. He led Iyen to the girl’s table, bowing his head in greeting as he approached. Iyen glanced at him for a moment, then followed suit. “Good morning,” he said and offered both the girl and her – he assumed – parent a smile. “Thank you for inviting me. I mean, us. This is–” he gestured to Iyen “–Rasehnyas Iyen. She is friend.”

“Hello,” Iyen chirped and waved. Without waiting for anything else, she took her seat. Sjan-dehk sighed and did the same.

“Who taught you your manners? A sardine?” He shot her a disapproving look.

Iyen responded with a cheeky grin. “I’ll not take advice on manners from a provincial,” she said and nodded to Charlotte. “You never gave me her name, by the–” She cut herself off when she noticed the flush coming over Sjan-dehk’s cheeks. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

Sjan-dehk nodded. “Didn’t think I’d need to, to be honest.”

Iyen rolled her eyes. “And you were going to lecture me on manners?” She turned her attention back to the girl with a friendly smile. Twirling a lock of her dark hair around a finger, Iyen leaned forward and said, “Sorry. My friend, the Captain, he is idiot. Your name, what is it?”

“Good morning, it’s lovely to have the two of you join us. Please feel free to have a seat. ” Charlotte politely greeted. Her gaze shifted to Iyen and she said softly, “ My name is Charlotte, however…Most call me Lottie.”

“Thank you. But we sit, already,” Iyen replied with a cheeky grin, her chin resting on the backs of her hands. “You are very…” She began, but soon trailed off. Her features squeezed together in thought, and then she turned to Sjan-dehk. “How do you say ‘pretty’ in this local language?”

Sjan-dehk shrugged. “I’m not helping you with this.”

Iyen stuck her tongue out at him again. “You’re never going to find a partner with that attitude of yours. Learn to have some fun, why don’t you?”

“Oh, are those the words of someone who’s nothing left to say?” Sjan-dehk said nonchalantly as he picked up his hat to inspect its woven bamboo strips. The glance he gave Iyen from behind it was full of impish mischief and amusement. “I’d gladly help if you were being sincere, but you’re you, and I’m me, and we both know you’re doing this for a laugh. You’re on your own.”

Iyen grumbled beneath her breath.“I guess even provincials are right sometimes,” she muttered and cleared her throat. Looking back at Charlotte, she said in a rather awkward voice, “You–You are uh…Very…” She waved her hands over her own face. “Look very good.”

Sjan-dehk’s barely repressed chuckle was easily heard. “Apologies,” he said and did his best to calm his expression. “She is still not good with your words. Very new and no practice, yes?”

Charlotte’s eyes darted between the two for a moment, before she covered her mouth to emit a brief giggle. “Oh she is sweet…” She clasped her hands together and smiled at the girl, “Thank you! …You look wonderful, Iyen.”

Iyen returned the smile. “Thank you. That is–” That was as far as she got before two newcomers interrupted her.

Leo glanced between two tables; one held almost exclusively royals while a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces sat at the other. Easy choice there, he did not want to spend brunch explaining to royalty why, when even he didn’t know, he was entirely pink. Charlotte, Lorenzo, and some unfamiliar faces were the better option. He should figure out if those he didn’t recognize were worth knowing, and Leo subtly gestured at the table so that Riona could attend to his chair. “Good afternoon,” He bowed respectfully before approaching the chair.

Riona inclined her head to the group already at the table before pulling out a chair for His Lordliness. Once he was settled, she backed off a few paces and stood still as a statue. Nothing to do now but wait.

… And stare at the aggressively yellow decor of The Royal Curd. Gods above, it was an assault on the eyes. The gold just made the yellow yellower, casting the white surfaces in a sallow light. Made the guests look like they had jaundice too.

“Lord Leo Smithwood, heir of Stravy, pleasure to meet you.” He added, introducing himself. This time when his chair was pulled out he did not allow Riona any chance to attempt to pull the chair away from him. Instead, Leo hooked his foot around one of the legs and pulled it forward as he sat in a smooth motion. “And Duke Vikena, exceptionally dressed, as expected.” He added, smiling at both Lorenzo and Charlotte.

The former briefly removed his gaze from the menu to awkwardly blink at Leo’s absurd pigmentation. Sunburn? But the hair too? I... The young man has always worn a strong face. To do so now while enduring such… This is simply strange.

“You as well, young lord. You never fail to honor your father’s name with your… er… representation at these fine events. He’d be proud.” Lorenzo just wanted to pretend Leo did not appear as he did. Quickly returning his attention to the menu helped. A wide and sincere grin overtook Leo’s face at the Duke’s complement.

Charlotte glanced toward Leo and Riona as they joined the group, her skin paling slightly at the sight of her pink friend. She managed to control her reaction, though her eyes widened momentarily as she greeted him with a wave. Setting her sights on Riona, her mind drifted to their brief exchange at the dinner. A smile formed on her lips and she gestured for her to sit if she so pleased.

Riona acknowledged the invitation with a dip of her chin, but made no move to sit. Couldn’t, not without permission from her charge or someone of higher standing than him.

So she just studied the future duchess, trying to puzzle out how a seemingly decent sort like her could stand being friends with an arrogant, juvenile prick like Sh*tlord. It boggled the mind.

But then, Lady Charlotte seemed all too willing to overlook Lordling Smithwood’s many shortcomings. Could she really be clueless about the way he looked down his nose at the “unwashed masses,” especially those in service? He didn’t exactly hide his contempt, but maybe he reined it in while Lady Charlotte was within earshot.

Or… could it be that she simply chose not to see his uglier side? Too afraid of jeopardizing their friendship to ever call him out on his behavior or beliefs? They went way back after all, and with the ostracization the Vikenas experienced, she probably couldn’t stomach the thought of losing her childhood friend, even if he was a jerk.

The sight of a man who was completely pink – and not in the sunburnt way that Sjan-dehk could at least understand – was surprising, to say the least. Just as surprising was the apparent lack of reaction from those at the table. Was this perhaps an example of Caesonian high fashion? He didn’t discount that possibility; even within the Commonwealth, certain peoples had tastes that were odd, to say the least.

He cleared his throat and nodded to the pink man. “Good morning.”

“Ah, yes. Good morning, also,” Iyen quickly added shortly after him. Her eyes wandered over to the woman standing behind the pink man, lingering on her for a moment before shifting to look at Sjan-dehk. “Why’s she just standing there?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“No idea,” Sjan-dehk replied, genuinely clueless. Maybe she was a servant? It seemed that way, by how she and the pink man – Leo was his name, if he heard correctly – interacted. But surely that didn’t mean she couldn’t sit. And so, using his foot, he roughly pulled out the chair directly beside him. “You, uh…Standing one,” he called to her. “Want to sit?”

At first, Riona didn’t realize that the man’s words had been meant for her. When she finally did, a gentle smile spread across her face and she bowed, deeper this time. “You are most kind, sir,” she said. “However, by Lord Smithwood’s measure, I am unfit to share a table with such fine company, much less break bread.” Riona straightened, her hands clasped before her, the picture of a perfect servant. “Thus, I must keep to my feet, as a reminder of my place.” She pointedly ignored Sh*tlord, keeping her warm gaze fixed on the other man. “Nevertheless, I am touched that you thought to offer a place at your table—and moreover for giving it voice… Thank you.”

Charlotte’s confusion was evident as she looked between Leo and Riona. She was almost certain Leo wouldn’t insist on the poor girl standing. She bit her lip, her brows furrowing slightly, but before she could say anything, Lorenzo stepped in. Leo glanced at Charlotte, still grinning from Lorenzo’s words, and merely rolled his eyes at Riona’s antics.

“Sit! The Vikenas do not like others standing around us while we sit. Especially servants, if we can help it.” This was mostly true and something Lorenzo was unable to help during the dinner with the Alidasht royal family due to him only being the guest of honor among other things that kept him far too distracted to mention his usual desires. “I would never want to give any impression of a servant standing over the one and only Duke of Vermillion like this. At the grand opening of Our Majesty’s Royal Curd, no less.” Lorenzo gave his best Duchess Victoria Edwards impression, crinkling his nose and grimacing in disgust at the thought being seen in the bad light he described. “Make haste before I lose my appetite for the Volcano Vortex…”

Charlotte’s eyes lit up with understanding. She straightened up and tried to mimic his tone, though her natural sweetness and hesitancy made it a bit awkward. “Yes! This is true!” She declared, trying to sound authoritative. “We simply cannot have someone standing over us like that.” She ended her attempt with a subtle wink toward Riona.

Confusion filled Sjan-dehk’s eyes as his gaze alternated between the standing girl and the seat he had offered her. Part of him wondered if he had missed some subtle meaning in her words; it didn’t sound to his ears like she was talking about accepting a seat. If anything, the way she had spoken and the phrases she had used made Sjan-dehk wonder if he had accidentally promised her something far grander. A ship taken by force of arms, for example. But the responses from both Charlotte and her father told him that he hadn’t misunderstood anything. Not on that point, in any case.

Iyen, however, who couldn’t quite parse all that had been said, only knew one thing. The woman wasn’t allowed to sit by her lord – or whatever they were. “Fuck that nonsense,” she muttered darkly beneath her breath and immediately rounded on the pink man, whom she assumed to be the aforementioned lord. “What she mean, unfit–”

Sjan-dehk quickly grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back before she made things any worse. Although he had to admit, the idea of someone standing while he sat and ate made him feel very uneasy. Any Viserjantan noble who tried enforcing such a thing would find themselves swiftly sanctioned for failing to observe the proper niceties. But they were not in Viserjanta, as he had to remind himself so many times over the course of so few days. What he considered to be inalienable courtesies were, as it turned out, quite alienable.

“Calm yourself,” he said quietly, but Iyen wasn’t having any of it.

“I am calm,” she protested. “And I’ll calmly put my boot up his–”

Sjan-dehk momentarily tightened his grip on her shoulder, which quietened her. “We can’t start a fight. Not now, anyway.” He released her. With a grin on his face,” he added, “And besides, didn’t we already decide that I’m the one who starts the fights?”

Iyen folded her arms and sighed. “You’re right,” she grumbled. “I don’t like it, but you’re right.”

With that settled, Sjan-dehk turned his attention back to the standing woman. “This place, this is place for people to eat, yes? Then your place is to sit and eat. And also–” he gestured to Iyen, then to himself “–she is not noble and I am only small noble. If you must stand, then it is fair that we also stand with you. That will make others unco-uncomfar-” He drew in a deep breath, tried to ignore Iyen’s giggling, and tried again. “That will make others uncomfortable, yes? And that is not good. So you must sit.”

“Riona, please sit down, you are clearly making everyone very uncomfortable.” Leo did not bother to look at her as he spoke, but a mild look of annoyance replaced his grin. “She is dramatic and holds a very loose grip on reality.” He added. Truthfully, Leo didn’t care if Riona sat or not, he’d just prefer if she sat somewhere else. Like another continent, one that took years to travel to would be even better.

Sjan-dehk couldn’t stop himself from scowling when he heard the pink man speak. That he was being incredibly rude – to someone who served him, no less – was one thing. But he hadn’t just been rude, he had essentially placed words in Sjan-dehk’s mouth. Wisdom told him that it would be best if he kept his mouth shut, but Sjan-dehk never professed to be a wise man. And so, he spoke. “Not what I mean,”he said in a tone that was a touch terser than was probably polite.

There was more he wanted to say, such as how this pink lordling could do with some lessons in basic respect, but Sjan-dehk held his tongue. For now, at least.

The pleasant warmth that had blossomed in Riona’s chest when the others invited her to join them evaporated the instant the Lordling opened his mouth. He was gaslighting them, her included. Well then…

“My Lord,” Riona said, pressing her hand on her chest. “I had no idea you considered me your equal. Without the ability to read minds, I could only draw conclusions based purely on your choice of words. If I have been mistaken, please, set the record straight.” She gestured to the table, “Tell me plainly that you see me as more than a mere ant and that you would welcome me at your table.” Of course, he’d do no such thing. And if he did, it would only be to avoid losing face in front of the Vikenas, not because he meant it. Still, there might be some small satisfaction to hear him say that out loud in front of them. Whichever it went, she hoped they’d remember what he did—and did not—say or do. Her money was on him trying to dodge her challenge entirely.

“This is not the theater, Riona, the dramatics will end. Take a seat, or find somewhere else to be where you are not looming over the table. A request from Duke Vikena should be more than enough instruction.” Leo’s reply was direct and his annoyance with the situation was clear.

And there it is.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

King Edin’s Meet and Greets

_{Mentions: @TpartywithZombi Violet, Ariella @PapaOso Cassius @Helo Callum @Silverpaw Wulfric}

Meet and Greet 1

King Edin and Count Calbert

Count Calbert Damien was the first to take a seat before King Edin, a clear agenda on his mind. His steps were deliberate as he navigated through the throngs of guests, standing out in his blue suit.

As he approached King Edin, who was still seated on his throne, Calbert caught the eye of the royal attendant. With a subtle nod, he signaled his desire for a private audience with the king. The attendant, recognizing the count's status, quickly whispered to King Edin, who gave a slight nod of approval.

Calbert stepped forward, his face adorned with a practiced smile. He bowed deeply before the king. "Your Majesty, it is an honor as always." he began smoothly.

King Edin nodded, allowing a small smile to touch his lips. "Count Damien, rise and take a seat."

Calbert straightened up, his eyes gleaming."Your Majesty, I come to discuss several important matters. But first, allow me to commend you on the grandeur of this event. It is truly a spectacle of magnificence. The ceremony was nothing short of extraordinary, and it is clear that your reign is a blessing to us all. Your generosity to feed so many of us after blessing us under a morning under the Gods’ gazes is not overlooked. "

King Edin's smile widened. "You are too kind, Count Calbert. It is always a pleasure to witness my efforts recognized with such appreciation. I labor tirelessly for this kingdom and deserve every commendation bestowed upon me. Truly, where would the kingdom be without my wise and benevolent guidance?” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, “ So many would find themselves hopelessly adrift without my steady hand to lead them."

Calbert leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, "And that painting, what an abomination it was to see it defaced. Such disrespect to a symbol of your greatness is utterly dreadful. It is fortunate that we have a ruler as wise and composed as yourself to handle such affronts."

Edin's eyes darkened momentarily at the mention of the painting, but Calbert's words quickly soothed him. “Indeed, it was a disgrace. But rest assured, those responsible will be found and dealt with accordingly."

"Of course, Your Majesty. If there is anything I can do to assist, please do not fail to enlighten me.“

“It will be dealt with.” King Edin said simply, his attention turning downward as a waitress set his appetizer in front of him. He was staring straight at a creation of his face made of cheese, eyes made of olives staring back at him.

"...Your Majesty, if I may," Calbert began, his tone shifting to one of grave concern, "I must discuss the distressing situation regarding my missing daughter, Violet. She has been missing since last night and I fear for her safety. I request additional men and resources for a more extensive search. This matter requires the utmost priority. My family has been targeted consistently, and we need increased protection to prevent any further incidents."

King Edin’s eyes narrowed, his gaze boring into him as he intensely placed a forkful of cheese into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, the moment drawing out so long it quickly became awkward.

"...Count Calbert, your concerns are valid. We cannot allow such threats to persist. I will see to it that more resources are allocated for the search and for your family's protection."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your support means everything to us," Calbert replied, bowing slightly before continuing. "On a different note, I wanted to discuss the potential matches between our children. My daughters, Violet and Crystal, and my son, Cassius, could make excellent matches for the princes and princess. It would be beneficial to keep the power amongst long-time Caesonian nobility. We all know the Varian and Alidasht visitors will always be simply that… They will always remain loyal to their own kingdoms at the end of the day. "

King Edin stroked his beard, contemplating the proposal. "Indeed... We can certainly arrange something to explore these possibilities further." However, Edin's demeanor shifted as he brought up a sensitive topic rather quickly. "Speaking of your son, Cassius… We must also acknowledge that he is a bastard."

Count Calbert's face tightened.

“Now, now. Do understand and see from my eyes. Your first wife left not only you, but her position, and snatched your son from you, did she not? Such a shameful, disgraceful woman can not be trusted to raise a man of caliber. “

Calbert’s voice was measured but tense as he replied, "Your Majesty, Cassius is a capable and honorable man. I can assure you that."

King Edin seemed unfazed as he dove in for more cheese. "...Somehow… I doubt that …However, Anastasia does not appeal to important, well-mannered gentlemen in our kingdom anyhow. Perhaps it would be a good match after all. I would like to meet your bastard and see for myself what sort of creature we are dealing with, especially if he is to one day fall in your footsteps.”

Calbert clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to react. "As you say…I must remind you of the urgency regarding Violet's safety, then depart." With that, the count bowed stiffly, his anger barely concealed. "Thank you for your time, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave now."

King Edin, however, shrugged it off and licked his fingers.

Meet and Greet 2

King Edin and Duchess Victoria

Duchess Victoria approached King Edin's throne, her nose upturned as she made her way. She sat down hastily, and immediately began fussing with her hair, ensuring each strand was perfectly in place. Her gloved hands folded delicately in her lap, she cast a disdainful glance at King Edin, who was eating his cheese messily, crumbs falling onto his lap.

King Edin's enjoyment of his meal was apparent, but every bite he took seemed to offend the Duchess further. She grimaced visibly, her lips curling in disgust at his lack of decorum, and cleared her throat loudly. He looked up and glared at her.

"Your Majesty," she began, her voice dripping with disdain as she straightened her already impeccable posture, "I am here to discuss my daughters, Ariella and Priscilla. They are the epitome of beauty and grace, the perfect matches for your princes. No women in the kingdom can compare to their loveliness. And my son Drake is the perfect match for your pretty little Anastasia. "

King Edin paused his meal. "Indeed, Victoria... However, we must also address the matter of Ariella’s behavior. We discussed earlier how Callum has been a bad influence on her." She made a face. “... You attended the church ceremony, did you not? … I trust you saw the painting.”

Victoria sucked in her lips as a laugh bubbled in her throat, immediately recalling the defaced painting. " …I was very embarrassed for you, Your Majesty.”

“Do you also recall what you said to me about Callum and Ariella… And the rumors between them?”

“Ariella is better suited for Wulfric. Callum has a poor reputation and temperament. I see no future for my daughter with him."

“We found a small, slender footprint by the painting. and I have a strong feeling that this has something to do with them both… And I know your daughter has a reputation for her disdain for shoes... Thus, I would like your daughter present at the church tonight.”

“As if Ariella would ever go to a church on her own to deface a painting. She’s much too refined. ” she scoffed, though a bead of sweat betrayed her composure as it trickled down her cheek. “Your grace, Prince Callum is very mentally ill, as we all know. Surely, this is his doing?” The duchess opened her fan with a flourish and began to wave it at herself.

“If that is the case, then we shall see the truth tonight. She will be there, or I will have men drag her there... I wager neither of you want to endure the embarrassment of Ariella being dragged through the streets.”

Duchess Victoria stood, her posture rigid with pride. "Of course, Your Majesty. I will see to it personally."

With a final, disdainful glance at the cheese on King Edin's plate, she stood up and returned to her table where she sat with her husband Duke Gideon, Count Landon Monet, and his children.

Meet and Greet 3

King Edin and Grand Vizier Hafiz

Hafiz bowed respectfully, a charming smile on his lips. "Your Majesty," he said smoothly, "it is an honor to be in your presence."

King Edin returned the smile. "Grand Vizier, welcome. Please, sit. We have much to discuss."

Hafiz took a seat. "Your Majesty, it is evident that both Alidasht and Caesonia could greatly benefit from a strengthened alliance, particularly in light of the recent tensions. What are your thoughts on forging a closer relationship between our nations?"

"Indeed, Grand Vizier. I recall your heated reaction during the unfortunate incident involving Duke Vikena during your arrival. Once again, I extend my apologies for his pitiful conduct. It is imperative that we maintain our relations, and your suggestion aligns with my best interests." King Edin took another bite of food, his eyes briefly meeting Hafiz's before returning to his meal.

Hafiz glared at the face of cheese briefly while the King’s eyes had been averted. "Your Majesty, I am fully committed to ensuring the prosperity of Caesonia. While my brother tends to focus inward, Alidasht possesses abundant resources that could greatly benefit your kingdom. I stand ready to advise the Sultan on any matters you deem essential."

"...I have been contemplating the potential of our alliance. United, our kingdoms could achieve unparalleled power. The possibilities are limitless." King Edin wiped his lips with a napkin, his gaze sharpening.

Hafiz leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. "Or perhaps, together, we could dominate those who oppose us… when the time is right, of course."

King Edin paused, his expression shifting as a slow smile spread across his face. The thought of a world without the Varian Kingdom, a world with Caesonia's dominance, tantalized him. "Indeed, the thought is most appealing."

Hafiz continued, his tone persuasive, "Your Majesty, envision the possibilities. Our combined forces could secure our interests and subdue any adversaries. A strategic marriage could further solidify our alliance. Princess Anastasia, for instance, would suit my needs for a wife. As Grand Vizier, I am well-positioned to ensure such a union is advantageous for both our realms. Perhaps one day, I could ensure such benefit in… a more powerful way."

King Edin's eyes gleamed with interest. "Anastasia, you say? A union of that nature would indeed fortify our ties. " He also enjoyed the idea of the girl being sent off to an entirely different nation.

Hafiz nodded, leaning in slightly. "Precisely, Your Majesty. A marriage between our families would symbolize unity.. and strength..."

King Edin pondered this, his mind racing with the possibilities. "You present a compelling argument, Grand Vizier. "

Hafiz's smile widened, "With your consent, Your Majesty, I would love to arrange a meeting with the princess."

King Edin nodded, his smile returning. "We shall proceed with your plan, Grand Vizier. Let us see where this path leads us."

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Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian → The Royal Curd
Mentions: @TpartywithZombi Ariella @Helo Callum @PapaOso Milo

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King Edin paced furiously back and forth in the grand hall of the church, his face flushed with anger. The service had long concluded and the painting was revealed before the group of people huddled around it.

"How could this have happened?" King Edin bellowed, turning to his staff with a look of confusion and fury. "This church was supposed to be locked last night!"

A member of the church staff, a young man with a nervous expression, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I... I forgot to lock up last night. I am so sorry."

King Edin's face turned a deeper shade of red. "You forgot to lock up? This is unacceptable! …You’re a buffoon!" He took a deep breath, trying to control his temper, but his voice still trembled with rage. "This painting is ruined because of your negligence. " He ran his hands through his hair and glared at the man, “This was painted by the Milo St. Claire!”

As he spoke, one of the staff members pointed to the floor near the painting. "Your Majesty, look. There’s a footprint here, faint but visible. It looks like someone stepped in the paint."

King Edin's eyes followed the direction of the pointed finger, and sure enough, there was a faint footprint in the paint. His mind began to churn, recalling a recent conversation with Duchess Victoria Edwards. Her voice filled his head:

"...and then, Your Majesty, he deliberately untied his shoes and removed his socks, right in the presence of ladies and gentlemen! He left his shoes and socks near me as if he were at some uncivilized gathering of homeless people..."

The king's thoughts turned to his youngest son, Callum, who was often the scapegoat for such incidents. "Callum," he muttered under his breath venomously, his anger building again. It was as if the very name was poison itself. "I'm going to wring his neck! Always, always him! It’s ALWAYS HIM!!"

The staff member gently placed a hand on King Edin's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Your Majesty, perhaps we should have Prince Callum step in the paint... If his footprint matches, we will know for sure."

King Edin paused, his mind drifting back to the conversation with Victoria Edwards. He took a deep breath, his anger slowly giving way to a more thoughtful expression. "Yes," he said, nodding slowly. "...I'd like to be here tonight…. Bring Prince Callum Danrose… and Lady Ariella Edwards to the church. And bring a tin of paint. Have the Duke and Duchess attend as well."

“And if neither match?”

“Then we’ll have the whole damn kingdom come step in that fucking paint until I find that vile rat and exterminate it. “

The staff members nodded and hurried to carry out his orders. As they left, King Edin stood before the defaced painting, his mind still echoing with Duchess Victoria's words.

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Thirty minutes later, King Edin arrived at the Royal Curd in a grand, dramatic fashion. The double doors swung open to reveal the king in his luxurious attire and crowned with an air of authority. He kept his head high, looking at no one as he made his way through the room, exuding a commanding presence that silenced the whispers and turned all eyes towards him as his knights in golden armor followed, the sound of the heavy footsteps audible.

As he approached the throne, a servant stepped forward, raising a trombone to their lips. The notes of a fanfare filled the room, capturing everyone’s attention.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" the announcer called out, his voice booming over the assembled guests. "Meet and greets with His Majesty, King Edin Danrose, will commence."

King Edin sat in his throne, his eyes fixed straight ahead. As the murmurs resumed, he finally allowed himself to survey the room, the weight of the earlier incident at the church still lingering in his mind.

A waitress moved to take his order immediately, her hands trembling slightly as she approached the king. She handed him the menu and King Edin's eyes flicked to her for a moment, cold and intense, before he looked down at the menu.

He pointed at the appetizer of choice with an intense finger jab onto the menu. The sharp movement made the waitress flinch, her face paling as she quickly nodded.

Without another word, she turned and hurried away, her steps quick and nervous. The king watched her go, his expression unchanging.

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Gilbert & Delilah

Interactions:@Potter Olivia @Samreaper Kazumin

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Delilah and Gilbert sat at a table rather nearby Olivia, strategically positioned so they were in her line of sight. Delilah's eyes sparkled with delight as she dipped a piece of brioche French toast into the bubbling pot of rich, velvety chocolate fondue they had ordered.

Beside her, Gilbert grumbled under his breath about the fuss but couldn't help but indulge. “It’s not better than the French toast I make.”

She nudged a plate of fresh strawberries and marshmallows towards him, her smile wide and encouraging. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, his eyes softened. "Slow down. You're going to give yourself a stomachache with all that sweetness," he cautioned.

“Your French toast is the best, Gilbert, but this is hitting the spo-Oh the skies above… Gilbert.”

“What.”

“Hunk alert. Hunk alert. Look who’s coming towards our Olivia.”

Gilbert's gaze shifted, and he couldn't help but notice the imposing figure of Roman as he sat down with Olivia. A flicker of something unidentifiable passed through his eyes as his gaze returned hastily to Delilah.

"He's that blacksmith from the Varian Kingdom," he replied, stabbing a piece of French toast with more force than necessary. "Nothing special."

"Oh, he’s something special alright. That’s a man right there. A man."

As they watched Olivia closely, her stutter and the way she clenched her fists around the menu didn't go unnoticed by Delilah. When Olivia glanced toward their table, Delilah offered her an encouraging smile and gave a small nod, while Gilbert grumbled under his breath, "Girl’s nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs."

“Think I heard him mention our Lottie’s name…” She leaned on one hand and twirled a strawberry on her fork in the air as she mused softly, "Where was she hiding this absolute God of a man?”

Gilbert folded his arms and asked, “So what’s happening now?”

“She’s bouncing her leg under the table… They’re talking… He’s laughing.”

“I heard the laugh.” Gilbert confirmed lowly.

“He’s showing her his palm and she’s totally freaking out.” Delilah informed Gilbert with a frown. Discreetly, she mouthed the word “breathe” to the girl.

“Why did that make her panic?”

“He must have offered to hold hands or something romantic.” Delilah smiled and finally bit into her strawberry.

Gilbert’s gaze lowered from her hand and down to his. All the while Delilah had been watching the conversation for the next few moments he had been watching her.

“She’s fidgeting again.” Delilah sighed and gave Olivia a warning glance.

“It’s as if I am Emina chastising little Lottie. What a dreadful position I have to be in… Alas, it’s important she fits in with them.” She looked at Gilbert again and smiled once more, “I surely could never pull it off… Could you?”

“Absolutely.” He told her gruffly with certainty. “I was raised a gentleman.”

She giggled and lightly touched his arm, “That sentence will come back to haunt you next time you shout at me to get out of the kitchen!” He audibly groaned with regret.

“She’s now giggling like a schoolgirl.” Gilbert commented with some judgment and an eyeroll.

“That’s a good sign.” Delilah said, “That means things are going well.”

“It’s unbecoming of a lady. Even I know that,” Gilbert grumbled.

“Oh? Well, you certainly don’t seem to mind when I giggle,” Delilah replied with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Gilbert's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, grumbling under his breath. "That's not true," he muttered, clearly flustered. "I don't fancy it at all." He avoided her gaze, focusing intently on his plate, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile.

“Slouching.” Delilah suddenly reported, straightening up to get a better view as she gave Olivia a warning glare, “And… Elbows on the table.”

She sighed. “She’s doing it again. We have a lot of work to do. Oi!”

Delilah watched the next few moments with a growing somberness. “Don’t think it’s a match.” She perked up and tapped Gilbert’s hand, “Good practice for her though, right?”

Gilbert looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Olivia stuffing her face like she had been starved, which was not the case. He had been feeding the girl very well.

“Uh.”

“Dear Gods. She looks like a chipmunk.”

Soon enough, Gilbert alerted her to something more pressing, leaning in to say, “He just asked her about her home and family.”

“Oh no.” Delilah watched closely and focused intently on listening. She relaxed visibly as Olivia nailed it and gave her a kind nod.

“...How do you think Lottie’s doing?”

Her eyes fell on the chef with some surprise and she watched the worry swim in his eyes. “I don’t know. She still won’t tell me what happened last night… But I know something did… She did seem rather happy to spend some time with Duke Vikena at least.”

“...Is she safe…?” Gilbert's voice was tinged with concern.

Delilah held his gaze and asked, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

“I’ve been here as long as you have, Lilah, and if there’s anything I know better than cooking… It’s that you know when she isn’t safe, and you behave in a manner that always clues me in that she isn’t either.” Gilbert's eyes bore into hers.

Her gaze lowered and she said softly after a pause, “She will never be safe, Gilbert.”

His brows lifted in surprise.

“I don’t mean to be annoyingly vague… But I know you know more than you let on… I will inform you of more in a more private setting. I promise.”

Gilbert’s lips parted to reply, but Delilah was quick to speak. “Look. There’s Kazumin.” She rose from her seat to wave over the blonde before he could protest. “Hi sweetie! Remember me! …Want some toast?!”

“Oh Gods, why did you call that boy over?”

“Oh don’t be coy, Gilbert. I know you love the way he eats up every bit of your food… And Olivia’s about done with her date, so I am sure she’d appreciate seeing her friend. If they both come over, we’ll give them space to catch up, okay?”