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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

<sub>♖ the fit ♖
and a shitty mustache :p

E D W A R D S E S T A T E | M O R N I N G
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“Oh, don’t be such a worrywart, Lord Wimsley!”

“What if I get caught?”

“You won’t, I assure you. This disguise is flawless!”

“Mary, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” Mathias muttered, fiddling with the fake mustache glued to his upper lip. “If I'm found out, it’ll be in the papers, and somehow it’ll make its way back to Varian and—"

“—and if you keep fretting like a scared child, you’ll give yourself away!” Mary interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Now, chest out! Own that mustache like you grew it yourself! Farewell, Lord Wimsley.” She gave an exaggerated bow, her smirk teasing him.

“Bye bye, Lord Wim—Lord Wim...ley!” Lukas added, laughing as he waved from the carriage window.

Mathias watched as both Mary and Lukas waved him goodbye from the comfort of the carriage. His gaze following them as they disappear around the corner, their laughter trailing behind. Left alone in front of the entrance to the garden, he felt utterly foolish. How did he end up here? Why?

He hadn’t been invited to Lord Drake’s Birthday Bash, of course. He wasn’t a lord, after all. And there was no connection between his father's family and the Edwards... but here he was, masquerading as a Lord Wimsley, complete with a ridiculous mustache fashioned from horsehair and a top hat that sat far too high on his head. The cane in his hand had been a last-minute addition, purchased when they realized the real Lord Wimsley always carried one.

“One more week, Mathias. One more week, and she’ll be gone,” he muttered to himself as he approached the entrance of the garden.

With a forced smile under his fake mustache, he tipped the absurdly tall hat at the footman stationed by the gate. “Lord Wimsley,” he said in a hoarse voice, too exaggerated to sound even remotely natural.

The footman eyed him suspiciously, his gaze lingering on the ill-fitting hat and awkward stance. Mathias stiffened, trying to mimic the arrogance he remembered from his father, standing with both hands resting on the cane, as if he owned the world. Arrogant. Conceited. And so far up his own ass, just like the real Wimsley.

To his surprise, the footman merely shrugged, bowed respectfully, and handed him the complimentary bracelet before ushering him in.

Not paid enough to care, eh?’

Now standing amid the lush gardens, surrounded by lords and ladies who looked effortlessly elegant, Mathias felt utterly ridiculous. Horsehair clung to his upper lip, the hat casting a silly shadow over his face.

“What in the gods’s names am I doing here?” he muttered under his breath, scanning the crowd for familiar faces. He spotted Lady Vikena and Lord Vikena with Crystal’s brother… Casss… Cassand… No. Cass… Cassius! That was it.

His gaze drifted to another group—Lady Zarai, Lord Hendrix, Sir Barrios, Princess Anastasia, and two more he did not know. One was clearly from the Alidasht delegation, but he wasn’t sure who he was.

At another table, Prince Wulfric sat in conversation with two Alidashtians. Mathias spotted at least two people he wanted to greet, but showing up before the prince in this ridiculous disguise would only guarantee he'd become the evening's laughingstock. He doubted Zander’s brother would care much about his charade, but Prince Wulfric didn’t strike him as the kind of man who would appreciate someone sneaking into a nobleman’s birthday celebration with such a disguise.

No, he needed to shed this ridiculous disguise before he embarrassed himself further. Now all he had to do was find a quiet corner where no one would see him…

“Lord Wimsley!” Mathias’s head snapped toward the voice, and he saw an older woman approaching him. Her eyes were framed by soft wrinkles, and the laughter lines around her mouth deepened as she smiled warmly. “I thought you wouldn’t make it! Oh, come closer, dear boy—my eyesight isn’t what it used to be.”

Oh no… Panic gripped him as he scanned the area, desperate for a way to escape before his flimsy disguise crumbled as quickly as it had been thrown together.

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_{dress ♖}

_{D A M I E N E S T A T E | E V E N I N G
I n t e r a c t i o n s :
Anastasia / Charlotte @princess , Olivia @Potter , Fritz @JJ Doe , Farim @Lava Alckon
M e n t i o n s :}

"If it was a competition," Zarai flashed Farim a cocky smirk, all in good fun. "Ya habría ganado el corazón de mi princesa." With a dramatic flourish, she tossed her hair off her shoulder, chin lifted high in another display of mock seriousness. The facade quickly melted away, however, as her focus shifted to the pretty lady beside her, her expression softening.

“Annie is right! You’re stunning from every angle.” Zarai gasped in excitement, her eyes gleaming as she glanced back at Sir Barrios with an enthusiastic grin before turning back to Olivia. “You must let me paint you! Every beautiful person deserves to be immortalized on canvas. Then…” she paused, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “I suppose I’ll have to paint this whole table! Sir Barrios included, of course. He is the most handsome knight in all of Puerto Vira,” she added, her tone playful yet matter-of-fact. Sir Barrios coughed quietly into his hand.

The sight of a familiar figure approaching the table immediately drew Zarai’s attention.

Fritz.

She watched as he twirled Anastasia and greeted Olivia and Farim with ease, his charm as effortless as ever. She’d spent restless nights rehearsing what she might say to him after her mother’s outburst, but the moment his touch grazed her skin, every word was thrown out the window.

“My Lord.” Zarai greeted him, smile faltering just for half a second, a brief pause she hoped went unnoticed. His hand brushed her cheek, and though the touch was gentle, her breath caught for a moment. Heat rose from her neck up to her cheeks as she glanced up, meeting his eyes—those deep, dark, and inviting depths of warmth as he silently asked if she was okay. In response, she smiled, offering silent reassurance.

Behind her, she sensed Sir Barrios's unease, the subtle shift of his posture giving away his discomfort. No doubt, he had been instructed by her mother to minimize her interactions with the count, and Zarai didn’t wish to make things harder for him. Still, it would be unthinkably rude to ignore him, and such behavior would certainly not be tolerated by the Duchess of Puerto Vira!

“Join us, Count Hendrix—Fritz,” Zarai grinned up at him,. “You’d be a delightful addition to our table! And… consider yourself added to the list of beautiful people whose portraits must be painted!”

Zarai's smile widened as Charlotte wrapped her arms around her and Olivia. She gently returned the hug, “It’s wonderful to see you too, Charlotte,” she said warmly before waving as Charlotte departed to join Cassius and Lorenzo.

“The week has been…” Zarai hesitated, the weight of recent events pulling at her thoughts. Too much. Too much had happened in such a short span of time it felt overwhelming. Her gaze drifted briefly to Fritz. “Interesting,” she finally said, though the word barely scratched the surface of what she truly felt about everything or anything or anyone.

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_{dress ♛ hair ♛}

_{D A M I E N E S T A T E || M O R N I N G
I n t e r a c t i o n s :
Wulfric @SilverPaw , Rohit @Helo
M e n t i o n s :
Cassius, Charlotte, and Farim}

So engrossed in the scene unfolding between Calbert’s bastard and Lorenzo, Nahir hadn’t noticed the son of Vali Amar slip into the seat beside her. She masked her surprise with a practiced smile, though her attention lingered on the two men. Calbert should have warned his son of the nuances of high society, for every misstep Cassius made would send ripples through his father’s reputation, tarnishing the Damien name. Already, she could feel the stir of whispers circulating through the garden, the nobles’ sharp gazes heavy with judgment. The rumors were spreading swiftly, like wildfire, and Nahir knew the consequences always fell heavier on the woman. In this world, etiquette wasn’t merely a formality—it was a weapon, and if Cassius intended to remain part of it, he would need to learn how to wield it with precision.

“Since my arrival, Calbert Damien has seemed perpetually angry, particularly with the gentleman in pink,” Nahir remarked, her smile curling into a knowing smirk. “It’s been quite entertaining, but I must admit, I’m glad Lord Vikena has finally begun to stand up for his family. In his own… eccentric way.”

Only then did she turn her gaze to Rohit, studying him for a brief moment. The glint of gold adorning him caught her eye, forcing her to blink and glance away. Creators, she thought. If anyone accused Nahir of indulging in an obsession with gold, they hadn’t met Rohit. Wherever his vibrant silks ended, gleaming gold took over. His jewelry—elaborate chains, heavy earrings—looked weightier than her own.

“A season in Caesonia already feels worlds apart from the usual diplomatic affairs,” she mused, “but I am still perfectly intact, thank you.”

Her smile reappeared, inviting yet sharp, as she redirected the conversation. “And you, Rohit? How was your voyage? Did you come across anything of interest on your way here?”

Just as Rohit began to speak, Prince Wulfric approached, drawing Nahir's attention. Her smile remained intact, though a subtle warmth softened her expression. She met his gaze, rising to her feet and offering a brief but elegant curtsy before settling back, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer.“Good morning, Prince Wulfric.”

When the servant arrived with a cart bearing a selection of food and drinks, Nahir's gaze shifted momentarily to the carefully arranged bouquet of light pink magnolias and purple tulips that had been placed in the vase. “A lovely touch,” she remarked, her tone appreciative as she reached to grace her finger tips over one of the tulips. "It suits the setting perfectly."

As Wulfric began sampling the hors d’oeuvres, Nahir maintained her poise as she picked up a devilled egg with graceful precision, she could feel her mouth watering from the sight of the food. His question about their experience in Sorian drew her gaze toward her cousin, shamelessly lounging with a princess on his lap.

“Sorian has been... as vibrant as I expected. Perhaps even more so,” Nahir mused looking back to the prince, “It has tested my endurance in ways I did not anticipate, but there is much to admire about your kingdom’s spirit. And much more to explore. Don't you agree, Rohit?”

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_{dress ♖}

_{D A M I E N E S T A T E | E V E N I N G
I n t e r a c t i o n s :
Olivia @Potter , Anastasia @princess , Farim @Lava Alckon
M e n t i o n s :}

Zarai's unfocused gaze swept over the decorated yard of the Edwards estate. She spotted Anastasia chatting with Farim and birthday man Drake, Wulfric presenting a horse as a gift, and—Fritz—

Damn. She’d forgotten a birthday present!

“Sir Barrios, we must leave immediately and find a gift for Lord Drake!” She pushed her chair back to stand, only for the knight’s gloved hand to halt her mid-rise.

“Her Grace sent a birthday present this morning. She did not wish you to trouble yourself.”

"How unpredictably thoughtful of her,” Zarai muttered under her breath, catching the sharp glint of warning in his eyes before she sighed and sank back into her seat.

With nothing else to occupy her but the wait for food, Zarai’s gaze wandered across the scene again, though her mind began to drift elsewhere. Memories of the night before—of Olivia and Charlotte’s bright, laughing faces, of the perfectly roasted turkey leg she had enjoyed—began to cloud. Those once-joyous images were now tainted, dark tendrils creeping in, twisting and wrapping around them like thorned vines. The thorns punctured her thoughts, turning warmth and laughter into something ominous, injecting each memory with shadows.

_Clink

”Good morning Ms. Rai! Is this table full?” A familiar voice broke through the surface of her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.

Zarai blinked, her eyes refocusing as Olivia approached the table. The darkness receded instantly, retreating like slithering shadows back into the corners of her mind, leaving behind half-faded memories. A smile lit her face as she met Olivia’s gaze.

“Good morning, Miss Livy! Sit next to me.” She patted the empty chair beside her with enthusiasm. “I’ve already ordered food, if you don’t mind sharing with Sir Barrios and me.”

As Olivia sat down, Zarai scooted closer with a conspiratorial grin, leaning in to whisper, “Did you enjoy yourself yesterday? It was the most fun I’ve had in months. I couldn’t sleep a wink from all the food we ate!”

”The party is here! How are you fine ladies doing today?”

“Oh!” Zarai rose from her seat, slower than usual, and curtsied gracefully toward the newcomers. “Mi princesita and…” Her gaze flicked over Farim, sizing him up with playful scrutiny before a wide grin broke across her face. “Farim Hafiz Kadir,” she said with mock seriousness, then broke into a laugh. “Nice to meet you! Wow, you and your cousins are all so pretty!”

She sat back down with the subtle aid of Sir Barrios, motioning for Anastasia and Farim to join them with an eager smile. “Have you two had the pleasure of meeting Miss Olivia?"

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

_{dress ♛ hair ♛}

<sub>D A M I E N E S T A T E || M O R N I N G
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From the moment Nahir awoke, something felt off. Her arms ached as if she had spent the night lifting rocks, and her legs dragged with every step. The steaming hot bath she took helped to ease some of her stiffness and fatigue, but she still felt as though she was moving at a different pace from the rest of the world.

Lady Miha and Lady Suhasini bustled around her, frantically preparing her for Lord Drake’s birthday soiree. Nahir had instructed Ece to organize a suitable gift for the lordling that morning: a crate filled with Alidashtian animal pelts, gold, and an assortment of spices and tobacco. It wasn’t a personal gift, as she didn’t know Lord Drake Edwards well, but it was substantial enough to leave a lasting impression on both the birthday man and his family.

When Nahir and Ece arrived at the Edwards estate, she graciously accepted the gifted bracelet, passing it to Ece for safekeeping. She offered her greetings to both Lady and Lord Edwards, adhering to the proper etiquette as per Caesonian customs, and did the same for Drake before excusing herself to find her designated table.

Once seated, Nahir observed the mingling nobles and royals, her gaze drifting over the crowd. Lady Charlotte wore a simple but lovely dress—something Nahir might have criticized on another occasion, but today she found herself appreciating the shade of blue. Beside Charlotte stood a man dressed in the most pink garment Nahir had ever seen, more pink than even Lord Smithwood's pink-washed skin the last time she’d encountered him—though she quickly dismissed that thought. Lorenzo wore his pink attire with unapologetic flair, easily making him the most vibrantly dressed man in attendance. His ensemble featured elegant designs that earned him a few brownie points in Nahir's eyes, but Leo still held the top spot as the pinkest man in Caesonia.

That seemed to be the extent of her energy for the moment. She leaned back in her chair, shoulders slightly hunched, and continued to observe the crowd with a detached curiosity.

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_{S I R R O D R I G O B A R R I O S
S I R R O D R I G O B A R R I O S}

_{E D W A R D S E S T A T E , B A C K Y A R D | 1 0 : 0 0 A M}

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Sir Barrios extended his hand to assist Lady Zarai as she stepped down from the carriage. He quickly raised a hand to shield the delicate fabric of her sage-green gown from the carriage’s dirty wheel. She hissed a quiet "thank you" as she carefully set foot on the cobblestone path leading to the Edwards’ gardens.

After gathering Zarai’s bracelet, their walk along the cobblestones to the garden was slow. Lady Zarai complained about her new shoes, which were a size too small and painfully tight. Sir Barrios couldn't fathom why someone of her status would endure such discomfort. The Lesdeman family, after all, had wealth beyond measure; they practically pissed gold.

To make matters worse, Lady Zarai showed no sign of propriety. Instead of paying her respects to their generous hosts and the birthday celebrant, she hobbled straight to her designated table and sat down. Without missing a beat, she flagged down one of the servants assigned to attend to her needs for the rest of the morning.

“Can we get…” Lady Zarai began, her tone light and seemingly inclusive, as if Sir Barrios would partake in the banquet she was about to order. But he knew better; this was her feast, and hers alone. “...and a plate of sorial salmon rolls. Oh, and can I get a mimosa with that, please? And some tea for my lovely knight here.” She closed the menu with a satisfied snap and set it aside. “Thank you, sir!” she added with a cheerful wave, dismissing the servant who hurried off to fulfill her lengthy order.

“Wow, look at this place. It’s so lovely! Gods, even the forks are so…” the lady picked up one of the delicate utensils, tilting it this way and that in the light, “…demure and mindful of the theme! It really is love…ly…” Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, her animated expression faltered.

Sir Barrios rolled his eyes subtly, his attention wandering. He knew that look—a fleeting glimpse of dissatisfaction. She was probably comparing these forks to the ones in her summer home, deeming them inferior. The momentary flicker of disdain in her eyes was as telling as if she’d voiced it aloud.

How pretentious.

He shifted his gaze to the crowd, scanning the clusters of noblemen and ladies. They mingled in their little groups, no doubt whispering about someone's choice of attire or dissecting the latest scandalous rumor. The social dynamics of these gatherings were as predictable as they were petty. Who was the current target of the ton’s gossip, the unlucky soul under the nobility’s relentless scrutiny today? Duchess Lesdeman had likely spared no expense to ensure her daughter stayed out of the papers this time. There hadn’t been a single mention of Lady Zarai or the scandalous incident involving her sudden outburst and two unsuspecting victims.

The more Sir Barrios thought about it, the more it seemed to him that Lady Zarai was unfit for her station, much less deserving of becoming the next Duchess of Brustad. The mere idea of it felt like an insult to the title.

“…Do you think I may have scared off August? I haven’t seen him since that morning. Or perhaps Wulfric has him locked away in some tower…” Lady Zarai mused, leaning back in her chair with a relaxed air. Her gaze drifted lazily over the new arrivals to the party, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “I suppose I wouldn’t want me as a sister-in-law either,” she added with a chuckle, her voice tinged with self-aware humor.

Sir Barrios raised an eyebrow. Her candidness often surprised him, her humor a sharp contrast to her usual airhead demeanor.

"Let’s leave as soon as we eat. I can’t wait to take off these shoes," Zarai continued, twirling a fork between her fingers with practiced grace. Her smile returned, but her eyes seemed distant, lost in thought.

Sir Barrios nodded, though more to himself than to her. He shifted his attention back to the crowd, silently contemplating the company he might have served instead of the woman seated before him.

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_{A M U S E M E N T P A R K | E V E N I N G
I n t e r a c t i o n s :
M e n t i o n s :}

“Your Grace, Lord Monet has arrived,”

Zarai tore her gaze from the wall and glanced back at her mother. The Duchess sat at her desk, surrounded by neatly organized piles of papers, books, and scrolls, each containing important business regarding the Brustad territory. These documents had always been alien to Zarai, sparking no interest just weeks before. But now, an insatiable curiosity gnawed at her, and her fingers ached to dive into the documents and devour their contents like a madwoman.

“Send him in, Zarai you can go.”

Zarai pushed herself up from the floor, her knees aching as she resisted the urge to limp out of the office. Just as she reached the door, it opened, and Lord Monet was ushered in. He smiled at her, revealing yellow-stained teeth from years of drinking coffee, or wine, or smoking. The stench of his breath made her nose curl in disgust.

She’d been mad to think she could actually marry him, even for a short time.

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『 °*• ❀ •*°』

Zarai had changed into a more suitable outfit that allowed her to move more freely: a white blouse with billowing puffy sleeves and fitted black breeches. Her hair was styled into two neat braids, tucked neatly at the back of her head. She didn't wish to draw attention tonight. She desired a quiet evening alone, with some entertainment and good food, and Sir Barrios discreetly tagging along from the shadows where she couldn't see him.

Fate had other things planned.

Miss Crane—Claudia—there she was, standing by a ticket line. Her chestnut hair was elegantly curled and wrapped around the back of her head down her back, adorned with twinkling pearls that caught the light. Zarai could see the gentle curve of Claudia’s soft cheek and how it plumped up when she smiled.

Roll.

Roll.

Claudia had an uncanny ability to lift Zarai's spirits, no matter the circumstances. Even after long, grueling hours in her mother’s office, Claudia would appear at just the right moment, armed with the perfect words to cheer her up. Despite the aches in her arms and knees, Zarai couldn’t help but smile in Claudia’s presence. A gentle kiss on her forehead, a warm hand holding hers, and a reassuring look in her eyes as she whispered that everything would be okay. Every whisper, every kiss, and every embrace and gesture made Zarai’s heart skip a beat.

Not this time.

This time, her heart didn’t skip. It sank. Sank down to the pit of her stomach, twisting her insides into a painful knot. It felt like she was going to be sick like she was falling endlessly with no sign of a landing. Gods, it was unbearable. Had she ever felt this way before?

Roll.

Roll.

There she was, Miss Crane, standing next to a man. Their arms intertwined so naturally that it seemed as if they had been together for years. She laughed at something he said, a laugh more genuine than any she had ever shared with Zarai over a funny drawing or a joke about someone’s poor taste in shoes.

Overwhelmed by a storm of emotions she couldn’t name, Zarai’s eyes became unfocused. Her shoulders felt heavy, her face burned, but her back was cold as ice. Her chest ached, and her heart raced so fiercely it could leap out of her chest and flee. Flee across the sea to Alidasht, across its deserts and jungles, and over another sea to Catalonia, where it would bury itself deep within a rainforest, far from the source of its pain.

Roll.

Roll.

Clink.

Zarai flinched as her thoughts were yanked back to reality. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sharp, clear sound, but found none. Her gaze returned to Claudia, who had just purchased her tickets and was now staring directly at her. The hand looped around the man’s arm loosened as her grip on the tickets tightened. Claudia's mouth moved, but the roar of children and adults and laughter around them drowned out her words.

Then Zarai looked at the man.

Clink.

She flinched again, either at the sound or at the sight of the man’s face.

There she was, Miss Crane, standing with Viscount Nielsen.

“Ha… ha… hahaha!” Zarai burst into laughter, pointing at them as she clutched her stomach. The aching in her chest was replaced by a searing rush that had only one way out. Miss Crane gasped and moved to stand in front of Viscount Nielsen, but he gently pushed her back and faced Zarai.

“Well, if it isn’t Puerto Vira’s biggest harlot–”

Zarai punched him square in the nose. He staggered back, stunned both by the audacity of the punch and its force.

“What do you think you are doi–”

She delivered another punch, this time to his stomach.

“You little piece of shit,” Zarai growled, her voice dripping with venom. “If I hear even a whisper of you saying my name, I will have your head. I don’t care if I have to pay someone to do it or if I have to do it myself; I will have it and display it for all of Varian to see what a low-life liar of the highest degree looks like. Bitch.” She spared a glance at Miss Crane, her brows furrowed and eyes brimming with tears. Without waiting for a reaction, Zarai shook her head and rushed away from the couple, leaving them stunned in her wake.

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Ariella _& Mathias

“Good morning, Miss Ari. Please, there is no need to apologize. You look lovely,” Mathias reassured her, offering a warm smile. Although, he did notice a leaf sticking out of her curls near her ear. It was cute, and it did quirk his interest in what she could have been doing before coming to the mixer. "And I completely understand feeling jittery. This is actually my first outing of this nature since... well, it's been a while," he added, hoping to alleviate some of Ari’s anxiety with his sincerity.

“Ah, may I? You have a leaf.” He pointed at his own ear where the leaf was in her hair. As she nodded he reached out and plucked it out of her hair with a soft chuckle. Ari’s face flushed red as she fixed her hair nervously, “ Sorry…I thought I had found them all…” she giggled, “Sneaky little guys,” she said softly.

Attempting to change the subject Ari adjusted her dress and cleared her throat, offering him a soft reassuring but unsure smile. “ I don't believe i’ve seen you at any of these events, have you attended one this season?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, no need to apologize at all,” Mathias replied, his smile gentle. “I think you got them all now.” He wasn’t so sure if he was making things better or worse. He felt like he was eighteen years old again in his first season. “As for these events, this is my first one this season. I’ve been putting them off but I thought it was time to step out and enjoy some socializing. How about you? Is this your first event?”

“Oh..no.” she said with a rather grim expression, “My mother makes me attend nearly every one of them. They aren't my favorite thing I'll admit. A Lot of painted faces so to speak…” she continued to smile nervously, “ I am glad about the people I have met though, I met a few Wonderful people so I guess it's not all that awful but I much rather be swimming in a lake or collecting interesting rocks from a creek bed lately I've really enjoyed forging the fields and wooded areas…a lot of lovely things grow around here. " She laughed lightly, “ I don't think many of the noble ladies would enjoy any of those things though.” she paused for a moment attempting to come up with her own questions. “Are you from some great nation traveling here? Or perhaps a social climber? Or maybe a knight perhaps? “ she clearly was slightly drunk still from the night before as her thoughts came stumbling out without much thought behind them.

“I can understand,” He smiled, watching her light up as she talked about the outdoors. “No, I wouldn’t know of many ladies who would enjoy getting dirt under their nails.” He laughed along with her. “ A knight,” He admitted with a nervous smile,Ariella’s eyes seemed to light up at his response. “My father is a lord in Varian from the outskirts of Breoven, and I’m the Captain of the Royal Guard. Currently on leave for the season,” “Captain?” she asked in a impressed tone. Mathias looked at her carefully, “Miss Ari, shall we order some food? I heard the coffee here is good, or are you more of a tea person?” “Oh! Hmm.” she paused for a moment to think, looking down at the small place card with food and drink options on it. “Coffee sounds wonderful” she smiled at him. “ Maybe some scones and jam to go with it?” she said pointing on the menu the morning options. “Homemade Scones and fresh made jam from the seasonal fruits of Sorian, perfect for sharing.” she read the description to him.

“Absolutely; I’ll add some poached eggs as well to make it a complete breakfast,” Mathias nodded with a smile. He set down the menu and scanned the room for the waitress, waving her over before returning his attention to Ari. “Miss Ari, if I may ask, what is your full name? I wouldn’t want to disrespect you by addressing you informally unless, of course, you prefer it.” Mathias was mindful of the different customs and traditions in Caesonia compared to Varian, especially regarding formalities and etiquette. He wanted to ensure he showed her the proper respect, both in the cafe and in any future encounters outside its walls.

Shrugging her shoulders “ Lady Ariella Edwards…” her nose scrunching as the words came from her lips. “But you can just call me Ariella… if you're comfortable with that, that is. I …” she caught her breath as she remembered he was a Captain of the Royal Guard. “Unless …do The Royal Guards have strict roles on how they address others? I wouldn't want to request anything that may cause an issue… Lady Edwards is fine as well.” Her nose was slightly scrunching again but it was quickly replaced with a smile.

Ah. The wrinkling in her nose caught Mathias off guard, and he had to cough to stifle a chuckle. “There is no protocol to follow when a knight is off duty,” Mathias said quickly so as not to cause her any more trouble, a hand waving off her worries. “And I wouldn’t want to slight your character,” He was unaccustomed to calling a lady by her first name without a title as everyone adhered to more strict protocols and roles inside the castle. A side effect of being part of the Royal Guard. “Ariella, when it's only us two,” he offered, and Ari’s face lit up with a smile in response. “Lady Edwards everywhere else, how does that sound?”

“So, Ariella, what are your hobbies?” Mathias wanted to keep things light and casual. “ Well…” she took a nervous breath, adjusting herself in her seat. Should I tell him of my real interests… “ My mother made sure I was trained in alot of things…singing, needle work, Running a household…” she attempted to list off all the boring and trivial things her mother had made her do as a child. “But what I really enjoy is the outdoors. Prefer it actually.” she smiled “ I have this beautiful garden that i’ve built into a bit of a sanctuary. I spent most if not all my time there when I’m not being dragged around to events.” she paused trying to come up with more. “ Reading,Botany…I really like studying up on plants and the different things they can do for us. “ she caught herself before rambling on about how many interesting plants she had found around the woods and surprisingly how many of them are actually poisonous. “What about yourself? Being the Captian of the Royal Gaurd i’d imagine you wouldn’t get much time off.”

In the midst of their intriguing conversation, Mathias leaned in with a warm smile, intrigued by the woman's unique interests. It was evident that she had little regard for the societal norms and expectations placed upon ladies her age, and she made no attempt to conceal her disinterest. “What are your favorite flowers or plants? Do you study mushrooms as well?” “Lavender” she said with a bright smile. “Not only is it beautiful and smells wonderful but it offers so many benefits…” she paused “ Mushrooms…Would it be cliche to say Death Caps. I’ve found some amongst the brush along the woods. They are so interesting, they take on the shape of a simple fungi looking like so many edible ones yet this one would certainly lead to someone's death if consumed.” She took a sip on her tea, thinking maybe she had shared a little to much.

"Being a Captain is admittedly more demanding than being a soldier," Mathias acknowledged with a slight shrug. "There's a mountain of paperwork, and training requires meticulous attention to detail. Our busiest period coincides with the spring and summer months when new recruits undergo intensive training. And yes, I must admit that leaves me with limited time off. Something my son seems to lament.”

A son? Ariella perked up. “ You have a son?” she smiled “ How do you manage it all? A father, Captain of the guard…I can barely manage to make it through an afternoon of tea cakes and pleasantries.” She leaned back against the chair, taking another sip of her tea. “How old is your son?...I don’t want to push you if you're not comfortable talking of him.” she quickly added.

Mathias’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he saw Ariella perk up. “He’ll be turning five later this year,” he said, his voice swelling with pride for Lukas. “He’s the perfect little gentleman—attends his lessons without protest and is well-behaved, so there’s not much to manage there.” Lukas had inherited his mother’s curiosity and eagerness to learn, traits that Mathias treasured in the boy.

He scratched his neck, a smile playing on his lips. “Would you consider an afternoon of tea, cakes, and botany more fitting to your tastes?”

Mid sip of her tea Ariella paused for a moment before slowly put the cup back onto the saucer curious if he would consider himself apart of that request. “ Yes!” she smiled brightly “More simply suggested, a picnic setting would be much nicer.” she remembered her shoeless feet in that moment, tucking them under the hem of her skirt hoping he had not noticed. “ Although, not something I could see happening” she said slightly disappointed “ Many of the ladies here would likely protest at the prospect of their dresses getting dirty, Where as I am disappointed there isn’t more dirt” she joked giggling nervously as she reached for her tea again. “I’m sorry I’m…not very good at these events.”

“Oh, a picnic would be most welcomed,” Mathias nodded, picking up his own tea to sip. “Yes, but I am not asking the other ladies, I am asking you. And if you prefer to feel closer to nature, may I suggest foraging instead?” He’d done so in the past with his mother during her days off. She would disguise their outings to the woods as a fun trip. Years later after her passing, he’d realized they’d been foraging for anything they could eat for the next week or so. He shook his head at her last statement, he really did not mind, and in return, he hoped she didn’t either. It seemed like they both struggled in these sorts of events. Her for her disinterest and him, for lack of attendance. “Really, there is no need to apologize Ariella.”

But I am not asking the other ladies, I am asking you Nearly spitting out her tea, Ariella adjusted herself in her seat as the smile that adorned her face could not be hidden as much as she tried. She set the tea cup down before attempting to string together words. “ No one has suggested or asked me before. “ she studdered slightly “Just surprised…pleasently surprised” she smiled. “Foraging is one of my favorite things to do!” Attempting to calm her excitement, Ariella nodded before casually fluffing out the hem of her skirt. “That sounds like a wonderful afternoon. You could bring your son if you wish…I dont want to suggest anything too forward but with you only being able to see him for limited amount of time it wouldn’t be any bother for me.” She offered another reassuring smile.

Mathias smiled, taking another sip of his tea before setting the cup back on the table. He leaned in slightly, “I’m quite surprised no one has asked you yet. Who would miss such a grand opportunity to spend a day with a lovely lady surrounded by nature? I suppose I am lucky to be the first to suggest it.”

“Color me pleasantly surprised, too,” he couldn’t help but smile at her suggestion. ” If you don’t mind, I’ll plan it out and inform you a day later on. This is on my invitation.” He smiled again, but this time he let some of his own excitement show.

“I looked forward too it” she smiled before standing up in her seat. “It was really nice to meet you, refreshing actually. Normally I find these things rather terrifying but you made it much easier to handle.” she did a slightly curtsey, her barefeet peeking out from the hem of her dress covered with red paint.

Mathias rose to his feet, echoing her curtsy with a bow. “The pleasure was entirely mine, Ariella.” he said, his smile broadening. “It’s not every day one meets someone as refreshing and delightful as you.”
His gaze fell to her bare feet, peeking out from the hem of her dress, stained with red paint. He gestured towards the door. “Why don’t you take my carriage? I insist. The floor is still wet outside, and I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.” Offering his arm with a gentlemanly flourish, he said, “Allow me to escort you.”

Slightly hesitant she smiled and nodded accepting his arm “ Thank you, I think I can say it was also refreshing and delightful to meet you aswell. I really am looking forward to our picnic.” She attempted to hide her smile but it had failed.

Walking towards the carriage she stopped by the door releasing her arm from his “Well, I suppose I will head home, My mother will likely be upset… So I guess it would be best not to worry her anymore. She’s not a fan of my hobbies” she shrugged softly as she clasped her hands infront of her dress. “It really was a refreshing day, I didn’t know what to expect but I am glad I came.”

”Have a good rest of your day, Ariella.” Mathias opened up the carriage door, held out his hand for her to climb in and bowed before closing the door. He waved at her through the small window and signaled the driver, ”To the Edwards estate.” He watched the carriage until it turned a corner, a soft smile on his lips, only interrupted by his stomach's protest at the lack of food.

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“Marhaba,” Nahir greeted Farim with somewhat genuine warmth, her smile lighting up her features. “Of course, we can catch up; I’d love to hear of your own exploits as well.” Her eyes briefly flickered to Anastasia as she respectfully bowed her head to the princess, a small gesture of acknowledgment before they settled into their seats.

“Always, Shehzade,” Ece replied, her cheeks flushing slightly as she bowed her head and followed Nahir to their places.

Nahir nodded politely to Count Calbert and Count Monet as they passed, offering them a friendly smile before turning her attention back to Anastasia.

“Oh, wow! Nahir! You look stunning! And so do you, Ece. You're so cute. Please come sit with me,”

"Thank you, Princess; you look stunning yourself. That color suits you perfectly." Nahir smiled warmly at Anastasia as she settled into her seat beside her. "This is my first time here at the church, and it looks quite lovely." Her gaze drifted to the very large portrait of King Edin in the middle, the only element that detracted from the overall grandeur of the church. And quite a big sore eye now standing a lot closer to it."The few times I've visited, I couldn't attend any church services, so I'm excited to see your religious ceremony.."

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound of heels against marble echoes around the grand church. Nahir turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of a woman making her way directly toward them, a newcomer to their growing group. Beside her, Ece recognized the subtle shift and straightened in her seat, poised and prepared for whatever might transpire.

“Princess Anastasia, Count Damien, and dare I say, the Shehzadi and Shahzade?... May I sit with your Highnesses, please? Also, my name is Kira - Kira Lockhart.”

As expected, the woman approached with a confidence that teetered between arrogance and foolishness. Ece rose from her seat and positioned herself slightly between the group of royals and the stranger. Nahir observed her closely, intrigued by something beneath the surface of Kira Lockhart's outward demeanor. The accent sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it before. However, before she could comment, Prince Wulfric made his entrance.

As Prince Wulfric arrived, Nahir greeted him warmly, bowing her head. “Prince Wulfric,” she acknowledged. Ece followed suit with a nod of her own. Wulfric then continued to greet the other royals and nobles before turning to look at their new and unwelcome acquaintance.

Nahir did a once over her, silently judging her attire before smirking up at Kira. "Why don’t you sit behind us? Ah, the pew is full. Two rows down sounds good does it not? Ece here will join you," she suggested, her tone polite but firm. It was clear that Wulfric would not allow Kira to sit with them, but Nahir saw no harm in her sitting nearby. "We can talk after the service, which I think will start soon." She hoped Kira would take the following minutes to reflect on her approach and adjust her demeanor accordingly.

Ece motioned for Kira to go ahead of her, a tight smile on her lips.