Tpartywithzombi

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 11am
Location: Prince event
Mention: @Helo Callum @Heartfillia Crystal
Appearance:Dress, Hair style but red,shoes

Standing outside with a large crowd of cooing women was making Ari more and more nervous. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, it wasn't as if she hadn't met the princes or the king before. The chances of them remembering her however may be another story but this was nothing new. They had exchanged pleasantries before but Ari was never included in many of the diplomatic meetings. Her mother always thought she was above such things and she has normally paraded around in fancy dresses and way too much makeup. The only person she really ended up getting to know was Anastasia.

She wondered the best way to act, normally she would put on a face that only her mother would love. She struggled to keep relationships for the longest time until she finally opened up to her maids showing them who she really was. The pressures of keeping up with her mother's expectations felt large on her shoulders, with constant pressure to keep doing more. Maybe she should just be herself.

Ariella was ushered inside along with a few other women. She was so nervous that she even failed to realize her friend Crystal was amongst them. One of the guards escorting her over to Prince Callum's table when the king erupted into one of his loud outbursts. She wasn't surprised in the slightest, one of his sons was normally doing something to make the King lose another piece of his temper. This time it appeared to be Callum. She paused on the floor watching him as he chewed what appeared to be an onion in spite of the king. Her eyes were unable to leave the prince as she felt a small smile spread on her face. Unsure of why she found it slightly charming to see him stand against this father, but it was likely due to the fact that she wished she could pull something against her mother. She watched as he struggled to swallow the onion, wiping his eyes of tears.

Ariella covered her mouth to hide a smile and a slight chuckle as she continued to watch it unfold. It didn't appear that anyone else was noticing his situation but Ari. She felt slightly bad for the prince, onions were a very dangerous vegetable, especially when used as a weapon against a parent and it appeared it backfired on him.

Pulling out her clean handkerchief from the pocket of her dress, she walked over to the serving table. Taking a cup of water she pours the cold water over the cloth and rung it out slightly. Picking up two glasses of red wine which she figured would help mask any of the scents of the onion but also wash down the humiliation he must be feeling.

Turning back around with two glasses of wine and the cold wet cloth she walked over the prince Callum's table.

The stench of the onion assaulted her nose she could feel her nose wrinkle from the smell. How was this onion so strong, whoever the farmer has clearly had some quality crops this year. She curtsied before him " Forgive my intrusion, Prince Callum." Ari said standing back up out of her curtsy " I - " she paused not wanting to embarrass him further by omitting she had just seen everything. " I brought you a glass of wine, They were pushing them out I suppose so it didn't spoil the taste and I thought perhaps you'd appreciate one. " She set the glass down along with the cold cloth hoping he would just understand the purpose of it but just encase " Cold water really helps with the sting " she whispered as she gestured to the handkerchief. It was a white fabric with her name embroidered into it with gold stitching. Her mother really was about all the details. " May I sit?" she asked him with a friendly smile on her face. She assumed it was alright, sitting down on the chair across from him. " My name is Lady Ariella Edwards. I've had the pleasure of meeting you a few times when the king visited my family estate but I don't believe we ever were permitted to talk officially. " She remembered her mother telling her to be sweet and kind to the prince, but he certainly didn't make that hard to do after all she witnessed.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Duchess Victoria & Lady Ariella

Time: 10am → 11am
Location: Edwards Estate → Danrose castle
Mention: @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Silverpaw Wulfric @Inertia Auguste @Helo Callum @Heartfillia Crystal @Tae Thea
Appearance:Dress, Hair style but red,shoes,Portrait

---

“Ladonna’s last season perfume? Really? What are we, homeless?”

Victoria was a tornado as she stormed into the room and right past the maid near her stepdaughter. She plucked the round perfume bottle out of the little woman’s hand just as she had been about to squeeze the atomizer pump. She flicked the maid in the chest hard and the young maid with the thin braids took a step back.

There were three women around her daughter that she had assigned to prepare Ariella for the Prince’s Court. Surely three people would be enough to have one beautiful girl in excellent condition, but this duchess was not impressed. It wasn’t like they’d need to do much. If she had been her own daughter, then perhaps nothing would have been needed at all. Luckily for Priscilla, only one maid had been sent as she had her mother’s blood to help her appearance.

Tall and stunning with the eyes of a siren, she stared down at the maid from high above, her expression deadpan. She lowly asked as she twirled the perfume bottle in one hand, “What were you doing? ”

“I… I was just going to spray her in perfume so she’d smell nice.”

“You mean to say you were going to spray her with a perfume that’s now on sale and in technical reach for the middle class? You know normal people can buy this, right? Maybe even someone as poor as you. “ The girl looked as if she wanted to shrink back, but there was nowhere to step. Victoria scoffed but gave the girl a few moments to respond all the same. Only silence followed.

“Hello!? Are you stupid?”Victoria slammed her hands down on the vanity in front, making the other two maids drop what they were doing. ” Ariella is my daughter! She’s going to meet with the PRINCES! Do you think they wanna marry anything less than perfect? …I know you all have one brain cell between the three of you trying to spray this trash on her. God do I have to do everything myself. I can’t stand any of you.”

They all stared at her without a word. Victoria sighed and pointed at the door with narrowed eyes. “ Get out.” She softly ordered. She watched them awkwardly scramble out of the room with a smug grin pulling at her lips. She danced her shoulders with delight then whirled on her daughter. Her expression softened as well as her tone. “Sorry princess. I was in such a good mood and then those imbeciles just made me fall off the rocker… Ridiculous, wasn’t it? At least that crisis was averted.”

She knelt down to take a good look at her where she was seated. “Darling you look delicious. They’re going to eat you up like a panna cotta.“ Her gaze seemed to pierce into hers. She was thoughtful as she continued to smile at Ariella. “How about I do your hair for you like I used to? Then we can make sure we find you the best perfume we have.”

Rolling her eyes and letting out a deep exaggerated sigh, Ariella shook her head and gave the maids a dirty glance as they left the room. “ Where do we even find good help these days, Honestly. It’s like some of them simply do not have the brains or class for their jobs anymore.” She pulled her hair over her shoulder, Her red locks twisting in their natural wave as her violet eyes admired herself in the long full-length mirror. “ Honestly, it is not hard … they are so lucky they don't have all the worldly pressures that we have. It is so difficult and a lot of work to make sure you look your best.”

She spun slightly in the mirror admiring her new dress that she was given for this event. A pain sat in her stomach however, her eyes wandered in the mirror to the sad-looking expression on one of the maids who sat near the door. She felt horrible about how she needed to treat them, she learned long ago that her mother was not interested in an independent woman who enjoyed the sound of running water while they sat under a large green oak tree. Someone like her. She needed to mold herself into the daughter her mother wanted so she could be accepted by her. This was the only way she stayed in her good graces. Having to wear two masks was exhausting but needed for survival.

“ Yes please mother, I need to look my best. I am sure there is a lineup of women waiting and I MUST stand out. There is no better match than a prince for me, and I won't let a single hair out of place ruin that chance for me. “ She walked over to her vanity table and sat down, grabbing a powder poof and gently dabbing her face. “ I still can’t believe they tried to use that horrible scented perfume, next thing you know they will want to dress me up in one of their work outfits.”

“You’re right, sweetie. You’re not the only pretty noble woman, but we are going to make you THE pretty noble woman.” The dress Ariella was wearing was more extravagant than she doubted any other women even had access to. As for makeup, Victoria had made sure the maids had painted her face like a doll.“You will have some competitors even then though.”

Her tone grew a tad more serious as she moved behind her to dabble with her red locks. “ Lady Crystal’s kindness will get men with mommy and daddy issues around their finger. You will have to be soft and sweet with Prince Callum. King Edin places the least importance on him and I’ve seen how that’s manifested in his behavior. “ She paused to giggle, “Seen him drunk stumbling by the brothels. Lady Thea from the Varian Kingdom might take his interest if she bares her bosom as always. Be sure to adjust yours and show a little more when it comes to him.” Victoria then sighed, “Honestly, probably our last choice if we can help it, but still worth seducing... Ooh and I’ve heard through the grapevine his relationship with good ol King Edin is unmentionable... I suppose every family has their least favorite child.”

“But stable, smart men like Prince Auguste-” She tightly fastened the top half of her hair into a beautiful braid as she continued on. “ He will want a smart girl with a level head on her shoulders. Someone like Lady Violet or Lady Charlotte, if she dares to make an appearance, may interest him. Prince Wulfric, well, he may be the hardest to get a grip on as I could never tell for certain if the charming facade he gives to the public has any authenticity..” She left the braid and allowed the bottom half of her hair to cascade down in a red waterfall. Victoria brushed the bottom locks over each of her shoulders.

She giggled, “Speaking of the Vikenas, you should ask me why I was in a good mood.”

She paused and stared at her mother in the mirror for a moment, Sounds like her and Prince Wulfric may have more things in common than her mother may know. They both have things they hide from the public, pretending to be something their not. “ Well I guess I will need to try and outshine them then. “ She said pushing her chin up as she didn’t show the fear she felt in her belly. “ Why are you in a good mood? Did Father give you the coin purse again? Oh, please say he did! I could use new stockings and shoes “ She wasn’t wrong, she had lost the other pair she was gifted from him somewhere in the woods about a week prior.

“Oh that’s right! He did! ” Victoria initially replied giddily. She loved carrying around lots of gold coins and was quite elated that her dumb husband had indeed given her a full coin purse early this morning. “Oh but that’s not why. You see, I went to the park today… I had a carpet laid out before I stepped, don’t you fuss. Oh but then I saw Lorenzo Vikena causing a commotion at the event, Pancakes for the Poor or whatever, and it was such a delight to see. He had the whole line yelling at him and things even got violent. Oh my, my if you could have seen! …He was so miserable. ” The duchess infamously hated Duke Vikena.

Victoria then moved around her body to spray the area in front of Ariella with an expensive perfume named La Rose de Wulfric. “ Shimmy through it. Go on. Then you’ll be ready to go.”

Ariella let out a soft chuckle over her mother's delight. “ Yes, Well, can we really be surprised. Sounds like the fates just bringing him what he deserves, a life full of embarrassment.” She stood up from the table and floated through the cloud of perfume, herdress floating behind her as she spun around presenting the completed painting to her mother. “ Does this please you?” She asked doing a slow 360-degree turn to show off every angle of her. She was lucky she didn’t have a single bad one. “ I should probably get going. I don't want to be fashionably late not actually late.” She snapped her fingers and a maid ran over with a shawl and her small purse that matched her dress. Everything was custom and handstitched, nothing but the best for her. Ariella was keeping a brave face but as the realization of the event loomed she continued to get more nervous. She would much rather strip off all the clothing and actually wear one of the maid's uniforms to sneak out into the woods until someone came looking but this was her job, she had to bring the prestige back to her family. It was her duty.

“Yes! You look like expensive! Absolutely the prettiest woman in the kingdom! That dress is to die for.” Victoria exclaimed with enthusiasm as she admired her work. “The carriage is just outside waiting for you. I can’t wait to hear about it all. Remember, Ariella, be confident. Fake it until you make it if you must.”

Ariella nodded and took her to leave out of the palace. The maids were fussing behind her, fluffing up her dress and making sure it didnt get dirty. She stopped outside at the entrance of their home and stopped to turn to the maids. A short silence was heard until soft giggles and smiles appeared on all their faces. “ I am so sorry about my mother.. You know how she can be. You all did a wonderful job and I couldn’t thank you all more.” The women made their final adjustments and offered her a warm smile “ It’s alright m’lady, we are just so excited for you maybe you can finally get that happy ever after like in the books you love to read.” Ariella let out a soft sigh ” if I am honest with you, I am not sure my prince will be an actual prince but I suppose we shall see. We all need to make sacrifices I suppose. I accepted a long time ago that I’d need to marry for status and not love, but I guess love can surprise us.” she smiled optimistically. The women nodded and began to shoo her to the carriage.

Spinning around she headed towards the carriage and managed herself inside the carriage. After a long ride, the carriage pulled up in front of the event. There was already such a large line of women waiting for their chance to speak with the princes. She almost felt a slight embarrassment that she was about to line up as well. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of the princes being behind a glass wall while others gawked at them like an exotic pets.

Slipping out of the carriage she walked up the stairs, taking the long trek up them until she reached the back of the line. Now she waits.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Hider

Name: Lady Ariella Edwards
Age:24
Gender: Female

Appearance
Height: 5'2
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye Color: Violet eyes
Hair Length/Texture: Long, down to the base of her back. Natural waves and curls
Hair Color:Fire red
Skin Color: Pale
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Freckles over her face, arms and chest. She has hidden scars from her venturing into the woods as a child.
Distinguishing features: Her natural beauty, vibrant green eyes against her pale skin, and bright fire red hair.
Clothing Preferences:

If you were to ask Ariella alone with no one watching or listening then she'd tell you that she would much rather wear as little as possible. She hates wearing shoes and stockings and prefers to feel her toes in the plush grass.

However, if her mother is around then she prefers whatever looks to most expensive. Her clothing needs to be made of the finest silks and fabrics.

Psychology
Likes:
Nature
Being barefoot
Chocolate
Affection and attention
Romance Novels
Fairytales
Singing
Dislikes:
Sad endings
Shoes and stockings
Her parents, but you'll likely never know that
Disappointing people

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies:
Singing
Reading
Shopping
Life Goals/Dreams:
To find a rich husband, one with stature and power to make her family proud. Her life goals and dreams is to simply make her parents proud of her, even if it means sacrificing any other needs or wants.
Personality Summary:
Ariella is a complicated person.

On the surface, she can appear vain. She is constantly touching up her appearance, trying to make sure she looks her best. No fabric should be out of place, no shine on her nose, really anything that she can control over her looks she will. Many of her event preparations take hours if not a week with planning new looks, and makeup styles and keeping up with the latest fashions.

She comes off as confident and bold with her words. Sometimes like her brother she can rub people the wrong way with her bluntness. However, anyone who can see past this would come to find it's a defense tactic and not truly who she is.

In private, when she is spending time alone normally surrounded by nature, she is generally wearing very little with her feet in the dirt/sand or snow. She really is her true self in nature. She becomes humble, kind, and soft-spoken. She doesn't need to pretend or put on a show, she can just be Ari.

Background:
Current occupation: None, she is a lady.
Any past occupations?: None
Relatives: Duke Gideon Edwards (Father), Duchess Victoria Edwards (Mother), Lady Priscilla-Rue Edwards (Sister) ,Kieran Finnian Edwards (brother)

Skills: Ability to hold a conversation, sharp tongue, and Outdoor survival skills.

History Summary:
Ari was born to a tavern woman who was poor by birth. Her father Duke Gideon Edwards had spent one night with her mother leaving her with a coin to keep quiet. However, her mother fell pregnant with her and sadly passed away during childbirth.

Duke Gideon Edwards was unable to let the child die so he brought her home to his small daughter and son. Ariella, behind closed doors, was made aware of her unfortunate situation. Having become the Dutchess doll that she would tote around and show off not daring to give the impression of what was really going on. Ariella was generally forgotten and cast aside. The only thing that saved her was her natural beauty. Unlike her sister she was blessed with beauty from her mother and the Dutchess would constantly claim Ariella to be hers when it suited her.

Ariella grew up constantly seeking love and affection from her parents, knowing that she was born of another woman she wanted to ensure her place and please her mother's need to dress her up and parade her around. As the years went on she fell into a habit and became almost a spitting image of the Dutchess in so many ways.

Over the years Ariella only really felt at peace when she was allowed her days off. She would venture into the woods and stay there from dusk till dawn and sometimes even fall asleep along the riverbanks. She would spend so much time in the woods she memorized the layouts and knew the best places to rest. She create small little shelters where she would hide her fancy outfits and change into more simple attires as if passing through a veil to another world where she could be herself.

Now as she has grown to age, her mother is insistent she finds a husband. Wanted her to secure the one whose stature and money would bring great status to the family name and to her. Wanting nothing more than to please her mother she agreed to do her duty and find her a husband that she could love and who would love her. However, Ariella is very naive when it comes to love. She will fall in love and out of love quickly, not really knowing what love really is. Having only her parents as her role models, the love she seeks is simply a superficial one, but maybe unknowingly she will fall in love for real. Whatever is in store for her, she will do anything she can to make her mother and father proud.

Questionnaire
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
" What a silly question, Do you not see what I am wearing? My Mother and Father are very nurturing. I have the best outfits and handmaids and I am on a very restrictive diet to make sure I keep my figure. "

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
" Why would I tell you that? Firstly, A lady never gets upset. However, if I were to seek solace somewhere, well that is for me to know. It wouldn't be much of a sanctuary if everyone knew about it."

What were you like in your teenage years?:
" Like any other teen, I suppose. Crazy about boys, clothing and appearance. I suppose nothing has really changed over the years."

How close are you to your parents?
" Why such personal questions, I don't even know you"
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
" Again, I must ask why such personal questions, I don't even know you."
What advice would you give your younger self?:
" Yellow is not your color"
Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
" Obedient, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone."
What is your biggest regret?:
" I don't have any, regrets would mean you did something wrong. "
Romance
Have you ever been in love? :
" I think so, there were a lot of cute boys in our court. They were all very handsome."
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
" Someone of status and money of course. He should be able to provide for our future children."
How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
" Displays of affection are not ladylike. I wouldn't do anything to bring a scandal to my family name. What a silly question. "
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
"Of course not."
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
" Yes, I fall in love all the time with men I see. I don't know why I do that is just love. I wish to have something like my parents."
What does marriage mean to you?:
" It is a union where two houses may come together for a common goal. To have children and bring a name for our family."
Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
" Oh heavens no. Not yet anyway."
Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
" Yes, Of course. This is my purpose in life."

Tea's partner search ( F looking for M characters)

bump

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony


Violet sucked in her breath, forcing her to stand slightly taller as she watched her sister stride off. Violet was very well aware of her jaded ideals of the court and the process of courting. She didn't make it hard for people to see her stance on things, but for some reason, the idea of sharing a dance with Lord Ravenwood actually brought a soft smile to her face. She was excited to get to know her friend more, being able to have a face amongst the crowd that she could enjoy as her sister did with charlotte.

However, Violet's opinion of lord Ravenwood was likely more inappropriate compared to Crystal over charlotte.

She reached into her pocket and grabbed the book she had stashed in her pocket. Pulling out the small novella she flipped through its pages, it was untitled and tattered, something that she had clearly read many times over. The pages of the book almost appeared torn out from the binding of the novella.

Flipping to the page she was on earlier she continued to read her book. The story was an interesting one, especially considering the events of the night. He leaned over his forge, the hot glass heating to its perfect temperature... she closed the book out of frustration and placed it back into her pocket.

Heading back to the table where Callum and her and indulged in wine earlier, she grabbed herself another drink and stood quietly as she watched her sister push her friend towards another group. She smiled lightly shaking her head, she sure was determined.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Callum & Violet

Callum disliked many things about noble life, but dancing had never been among them. A waltz was predictable and calming, the steps a simple pattern that flowed together with ease. The dance itself didn’t occupy much of his mind, but it did ease his nerves about attending the ball itself. It meant only having to interact with one person at a time and paired with Lady Violet meant he had no reason to put up a charade; she was as safe as any of them from Edin’s wrath

As annoying as it was that King Edin would be watching the interaction he’d designed, at least Count Calbert was not around to further instigate the plot. Cal had no intention of keeping Edin’s desire for a wedding a secret, and he was fairly certain Lady Violet had no part in their father’s plans. “I’m betting both our fathers had a hand in setting up this dance. Our king has deemed you to be made of exceptional wife material, though I’m sure you have bigger dreams than a marriage designed to make me look better.” Cal spoke freely as he led the dance, curious to hear what Violet thought of the attempted arrangement.

Violet's face said a lot. Her body moved along with the music complying with each step but her face showed utter distaste for the dance. She sighed deeply as the small talk continued. “ I am very certain that is what is happening. Not to be rude, but dancing is not something I would have signed myself up for voluntarily. Though that is nothing against you M’lord, I simply do not like these rituals, makes me feel like I am a show pony.” she said as her eyes looked around at the other dancers, Spotting her sister.

“No offense taken,” Cal said, his eyes following the same direction as Violet’s, spotting the rarely seen younger Damien sister. “I take it your sister is well? Nice to see her out and about.” He added but put no further effort into continuing the forced small talk.

“We could always abandon the dancing, ruin their plot, enjoy the wine instead.” He offered with a grin.

Violet nodded slowly “ Yes, Nice to see her out” she said with an undertone of concern in her voice. She felt saddened by the small, frail and pale looking lady yet she also felt happy all at the same time for her.

She turned her attention towards him with a heavy relieved sigh “ Yes, please..” Although Violet was not one for drinking , she felt at this moment in time she needed one.

Cal nodded, he had no desire to force someone to dance with him and he’d never turn down the chance for a drink and to dash his father’s hopes that he’d be complying with the king’s wishes. Both the night and the season were young, he’d have another opportunity for dancing soon enough anyhow. The youngest prince of Caesonia subtly led Violet from the dance floor, mindful enough to not bump into any of the other couples who moved and twirled about.

“These events are rather dreadful, aren’t they? If it wasn’t for the wine and the music I’d assume they only existed to torture us all.” Cal spoke once they were far enough away from the dancing couples. He let his posture drop back into a slouch, shoulders moving to fight off the stiffness of the dress clothes. Once they had reached the tables laid out with wine and food he poured two glasses of wine and offered one to Violet.

“So, anything here that redeems these parties for you?” He asked, content to watch the others and make simple conversation. He noted that not only was Wulfric dancing with Wystan, but Auguste too seemed to have escaped the forced pairing as well and danced with a woman who was clearly not from any of the major noble families. Tonight it seemed, every one of his siblings was outperforming him in further angering their father. Rather than jealousy, he only smiled proudly at them.

Violet followed him , mindful of the dancers as well. Reaching the table she accepted the glass “ Thank you , your highness” she smiled at him politely before taking a small sip. She looked around at the dancing patreons and caught a glance at Roman. “ I suppose the friends you can acquire makes it rather interesting. “ Her attention is moving back to him. “ What is that smile for? “ she asked curiously as she noticed the prince looking at his brothers. “ What about you? I suppose I'm surprised that someone as yourself finds displeasure in these events as well.”

“I can’t help but notice each of my siblings dancing with someone who lacks a proper title, and that will certainly displease my father, an upset with his status quo. Now that does please me.” Cal couldn’t help but chuckle at Violet’s assumption that he enjoyed these things.

“These events are just another way my father shows off. People of Caesonia starve and suffer while we dance and feast, it’s more than a bit grotesque. As for friends, most here would prefer to find themselves in the king’s good graces rather than mine, and I get more honesty from the servants than I do from most of the lords and ladies here. I’d rather spend my time in the library far away from all this. I don’t enjoy being a show pony nor a pawn anymore than you do.” Cal admitted, taking a much longer drink from his own wine. “Meet anyone of interest tonight?”

“ I suppose you would know that more than myself, your highness.” she said taking another sip of the wine “ I don't envy your position I will omit. I agree that there are more masks in this room than there are true faces. It makes me rather guarded as you never know who you are really speaking with.” she chugged back the drink , and grabbed the bottle pouring another glass. “ I don't hold much interest in anyone, your highness. As many have declared me tarnished due to my outwardly appearance. “ she adjusted the collar around her neck “ It doesn’t paint a lovely image for my partner to have a wife with a deformity. I've learned long ago that even though people may say to my face this isn't the case, their actions speak much more to this than words. “ she took a pause, taking a sip of her drink again. Looking over at him “ I apologize for being forward, but I don't have anything to hide, what you see here is what I am. You don't really need to hide anything. “ she smiled towards him. '' I do enjoy reading myself as well, my sister, she is a really good author as well. I always carry her books with me. I make sure my handmaid stitches pockets into my gowns for such a thing.” she pulled out a small handwritten novel out of her pocket “ Don’t tell her that however, she may get a bit too excited about it.” she smiled.

“An author? How wonderful.” Cal said admiring both the book and the secret pocket, a bit jealous that his own clothing was often tailored too tightly to hide things of use, like books. “No need to apologize for honesty, it’s refreshing, and I won’t tell a soul, I am an excellent secret keeper.” He said, pausing for a moment as he thought about his next words.

“I suppose I can lift my own mask for a moment. I don’t desire a match between us, my father does, and playing the obedient son is the last thing I wish to do. I take great pride in being my father’s least favorite child. But for anyone to claim a few scars makes you tarnished is deeply stupid. You survived something many would not, that is a sign of strength. And it sounds like you’re wise enough to see through much of this court's nonsense. Both are admirable qualities that matter more than flawless skin. As for me, there are many here who find me too soft, unlike my brother’s I’ve never taken to swordsmanship or hunting, my interests lie in nothing that this court sees as a showing of strength.” He offered up one of his own flaws, something he’d been vexed by for much of his childhood, before lifting his wine glass for a toast.

“So here’s to our imperfections, and if you think about it would you wish to read a story about someone who was absolutely perfect?” He asked before finishing off his glass.

She stayed quiet, sipping on her drink. It was always so interesting to hear people's perspectives, yet actions always proved so different. The only exception was Roman, who nearly cursed himself into an early grave from the passion he felt against her comments. Yet others were so quick to just disregard everything and say it's no big deal yet she had been made to feel as such growing up with all of these familiar faces. They have simply gotten wiser with their words.

Violet drank the last of her wine and set the glass down as the music had slowed and the dances had finished. She watched her sister run off in a panic from her partner when she got concerned. “ I am sorry your Highness, If you’ll excuse me. she said curtsying before moving towards her sister.

Reaching her as she finished talking to their parents she pulled on crystals arm gently “ are you alright?” she asked, concerned.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman Ravenwood , @helo Callum Danrose


Violet Was taken aback by his suggestion “right..yes to identify the ..animal “ she said emphasizing the animal being the reason behind her scaring. Although the thought of someone hurting her, perhaps because of her father was a thought she held for a while.

She could tell his mood shift after she mentioned the arrangements “ I apologize, there is no chosen man for me, I wouldn't allow it. I shall choose the man that I decide is appropriate for me. “ she paused “ Call me old-fashioned but I believe in love.” she shrugged.

She Listened to him closely while leaning against the railing. She smiled brightly and perked up “ Yes I would really enjoy that “ Her voice for the first time had a gleeful undertone to it. She took a step back as he bowed towards her, she could feel a flutter in her chest as he called her scars beautiful. “Thank you Lord Ravenwood, I would be honored to dance with you this evening. I look forward to it.” she offered him a smile.

Confused as to why he wanted to know about her parents, she gestured into the ballroom pointing out her parents when she noticed her sister had joined the event. Taken aback and surprised she looked at the lord “ They are right over there, Count Calbert and Countess Lilianne. “ she smiled at him “ If you’ll excuse me, My sister has appeared to join the festivities and I’d like to say hello. ‘ She curtsied towards him and took her to leave from the balcony.

Heading inside, the music began to start for the dancing, where she was greeted by Prince Danrose inquiring about a dance. She cursed “ I would be delighted with your highness. “ she regretfully agreed.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

ROMAN X VIOLET

Roman Paused and mentally facepalmed and scratched his head, “My apologies Lady Violet, Lord Roman Ravenwood.” reiterating his proper title, “It has been some time since I have come to such a gathering. Like many others here, my parents insisted that I come to more of these gatherings. I'm the oldest of a family of seven brothers and four sisters. I am also the last to marry and have, as my mother says, Many little monsters for her to play with.” he wasn't sure if that was too much or the wrong thing to say it would seem that he didn't care or mind but didn't seem like he was doing it to push her away.

“Err yes the uh temperature here is warm compared to the mountains. The city is one of the many Varian wonders. I'm certain my ancestors were reading too many old stories of gnomes and dwarves, half the dam city is carved into the mountain after all.” Roman leaned against the railing, looking up towards the stars smiling. He continued to gaze up at the stars for a moment longer as he remembered a distant memory before turning his attention back down to her. The dim light of the evening courtyard illuminated her features and he caught his eyes looking over her scar once again.

“The old gods wove the skein of our lives a long time ago, we all have a path to follow. It is what we choose to do while on that path that makes us into the people we are. I also think it is because of my profession and attention to detail that helped me find you in the sea of people that honestly make me uncomfortable.” pausing for a moment to pull his eyes off her scar and back towards the doors for a moment. The music still hasn't picked up again but there weren't any screams of bloodshed either.

“What about you? Why do you hide yourself away from others? I'm not entirely familiar with this kingdom's uhh hierarchy. Is it the positions of the families… I really should try to remember these things when I'm coming to a different kingdom but I've been working too much at the forge I guess.” great now he knew he was being awkward, what would his mother say if she knew he had forgotten the other families other than the king and queen… probably throw her ax at him again. The thought made him snicker at nothing for a moment.

Violet could feel his eyes on her scars as she stiffened. The constant eyes peering on her neck, even though most knew the story it still shocked many when they saw them. Unfortunately, her collar was the highest she could wear without feeling suffocated by her clothing.

“It is quite alright Lord Ravenwood. Truthfully, I myself don't pay much attention too titles and such. I find titles to be rather pointless , especially when they are attached to men or women who value their titles and coins more than the people in their country. “ she paused, knowing she was being rather forward but for some reason she felt comfortable talking to him. Something about him seemed different then the other boring lords and princes. It was refreshing.

“A city built into the walls of a mountain? Sounds charming , almost a fantasy of sorts. You keep making me want to visit this place Lord Ravenwood, I may have to scold you for making me want to leave my comfort” she offered him a smile and a soft laugh. She caught his eyes once again eyeing her scar , as she turned away from him to move the conversation forward.

“The sheer level of fake egos I suppose. I would just rather like to speak to someone without wondering what their other motives are. Sadly many of those royals are always keen on seeking an obedient woman to bear their heirs and live lives in separate chambers for the good of their kingdoms and I am simply not interested. “ she sighed lightly. “ Just to many egos in one room fighting over who shall be crowned the jewel and it’s rather horrifying to watch let alone participate”

She took a pause and decided to go over the elephant in the conversation. “ I got the scar when I was a babe. A small child, I ran off into the woods to adventure and was attacked by an animal. I was almost killed, but thankfully , due to my mothers condition we have so many doctors on call that they were able to help me rather quickly. However, the scars are there and rather large and noticeable. I can’t do much without people staring, and have been told on a few occasions that my scars are ugly and make me an unfit suitor for a lord or prince as I'm tarnished. “ She tilted her head as her eyes watched the stars quietly for a moment. “ Maybe I should count myself lucky, I wont need to worry about swooning men draping themselves all over me like they do the others.”

Changing the subject she turned to looked at him “ so your some form of blacksmith then I take it? Rather odd job for a Lord is it not?” she asked curiously.

The giant of a man dropped his smile slowly while he listened to her , her words were direct and he couldn't make out any lies or deception in her words. It's not like he would pick up on it anyway. The thought was there though. Being well aware that the customs where he was from were very different even to their closest neighbors don't escape his thoughts either while she talked about the other nobles. Roman did agree with most of what she was talking about until she started talking about her scar. With a disapproving or so it sounded huff and without saying anything he began to take off his intricate gloves and set them on the balcony then pull up his sleeves after unbuttoning them. Almost as one would do when about to get into a round of fisty-cuffs.

Something she had said made him a bit irritated and his body language showed it, yet for him it was what she said about her scar and what the others had said. Turning back to face her with his rough calloused palms up and slowly turning his arms revealing many scars of many shapes and sizes. “For us scars are beautiful, it shows others the hardships one has gone through and makes them stronger for it. My people don't crave strength, we honor survival above all else and scars are survival.” making sure to look her in the eye for a moment, “your scars are beautiful, they are you. They aren't going anywhere and whoever says that you are tarnished doesn't know what the fu-... What they are talking about.” honestly he was surprised he caught himself with that one. “Sure i cover mine because its part of this stupid uniform and i dont have a choice but otherwise i normally show my scars off.”

Pausing for a moment to breathe and calm himself of his irritation, Roman smiled, “I apologize if I came off as rude or angry. My sister Sarah was in an accident at a young age and has facial scarring. Because of it I have gotten into a few fights with other Varian nobles or merchants for making fun of what is in my opinion the most beautiful of my siblings.” hoping she would believe him and understand his protective nature surrounding the subject at hand.

Crossing his arms in a relaxed posture he continued, “I'm glad you don't pay much attention to titles. My family's personal view is that we are here to serve the people and not the other way around. Of course where i'm from it's a bit more brutal and harsh compared to these places so i'm not surprised as to the amount of rude or snobbish nobles that are around. I am a firm believer that everyone needs to be punched in the face at least once, it is a very good way to build character.”

“I think other than the cold, you would like Emberstoneit is nice if you keep warm and know the good places to eat around town. The people are mostly friendly but none of them will out right be rude towards you.” thinking about what she said about marriage made him glance back towards the ball room doors. “My father is a marquees which doesn't put us anywhere close to the throne, honestly i don't care who is the best jewel if there are inclusions within the diamond’s being itself its just a bad stone. I'm honestly looking for a friend, one I would be happy to spend the rest of my life with that doesnt mind having a few little minions running around and doesn't mind the cold.” Maybe he was being too honest.

Pausing awkwardly for a moment like he just let slip some big secret, “not that i think that's you or anyone here or just my opinion matters i just … should stop talking for a moment….” a moment or two passed before he continued again. “But uhh yes blacksmith right. My family is the best armor, weapon, and jewelry maker in all three kingdoms. Even your prince has a piece of art I made specifically for him. I can actually talk for hours on the subject so best not to get me started.” awkwardly smiling at her he ran his hands over his scars like a child who thinks they did something wrong or awkward.

Violet watched as he got frustrated with her and began to undress various parts of his clothing. Taking a step back, she looked towards the ballroom, glancing at her father, fearful of what he may think or do with a man acting in such a manner. However, Violet's attention was brought swiftly back as she was interested in the rather large man and what he was about to do. She was fearful but curious.

His passion and his story about his sister left her speechless, and for the first time in a long time she could feel tears welling in her eyes that she instantly attempted to hide, she choked back her words as no one had ever said something so sincere to her that his temper grew hot around it. “ I … I um, I -” she stumbled on her words as she felt his intense gaze on her as he continued. “Please ..don’t apologize for that, I just am - “ she paused. “ I am just simply at a loss for words.” she turned her head to wipe a tear from her eye before it fell. “ Thank you, I truly do mean that.” she offered him a warm smile, something she had not done in a while.

“Please..’ she reached out and touched his arm with her fingertips softly “ Don't stop talking, this has been the most refreshing evening for me.” Her finger traced down one of his larger scars “ Are they all from the work you do?” she asked curiously.

She reached for her collar and hesitantly opened up her rather tight and constraining piece of clothing, She opened it to show the top of her large scar. There were four deep scars, red in nature, looking like painting strokes with all the reds, blues, and purples. “ It travels much further along…I believe it was a bear but I don't remember. She slowly began to button herself back up, adjusting it once again. “ I wish I shared your people's confidence, but sadly when we leave this balcony I return back to my veiled self,” she whispered.

“I too have similar aspirations, but as I stated, the chances of me having that is rather small. My father has been trying to create some kind of arranged marriage, I suppose that will have to do.” she turned to lean back on the balcony “ I suppose that a loveless marriage with children will be my future, I suppose I keep fighting it because it's not what I wish, but as you said, our paths have been chosen and I'm afraid this will be mine.”

Changing the subject she pulled herself out of the darker thoughts “ I would really love to see your work, perhaps the next we meet..” she smiled at him. “ Lord Ravenwood.”

For a moment he was afraid that he had come off a little too strong from her reaction and mentaly scolded himself for a moment before she continued to speak. Her words were not of fear or anger but were thanking him for what he said, not the first time this has happened but more often than not he ends up offending someone somehow. Then she started to unbutton her dress and his heart dropped into his stomach as he thought to himself, “There is no way this is what i'm thinking.” sure enough it was just to show off her scars. Her scars were very prominent and he could tell why she would be shy about them.

He caught himself barely moving the knuckle of his index finger across her chin as to better see the scar, not paying any mind at all as to who could be watching and what it might look like to them. His observant nature took hold as he took in the details and shape of the scar. It looked strange to him the logical side seeing the shape and markings of an obvious animal attack but a thought deep in his mind suggested for a brief moment that it might just be meant to look like an animal attack. That thought was brief and he pulled his hand away quickly to make sure he didn't give off the wrong impression. “I'd like to see how far along it goes…”

The man instantly looked away and grimaced as his mouth was once again faster than his mind. “Umm to identify the source of the attack definitely not for anything lewd i wouldn't want to damage your honor because of it. From what I can see, it looks more akin to a mountain lion than a bear. Bears have 5 big claws meant for digging and ripping apart dead trees, cougars have four sharp claws for climbing and latching onto prey.”

Trying to recover and get away from what he said earlier as quickly as he could, Roman pointed out a jagged U shaped scar on his left forearm. “Most of my scars are from working the forge or training with weapons. For us you can make a weapon if you don't know how it's used, that way we can innovate or customize it without destroying the weapon in the process. But this scar is from a juvenile wolf. My youngest brother Reo thought he killed one while hunting but only knocked it out, this is what I got for jumping in between the two and dispatching the beast before it did the same to us. mother was furious and father laughed for weeks.”

Her comment about the arranged marriage soured his mood a little but as he said he was looking for a friend first. Somehow he didn't think he would be able to find someone like her around here very easily but perked up at the mention of wanting to see his craft. Like a dog when someone mentioned their favorite toy. “I never really agreed that marriage is a currency kind of thing but I understand. At the very least I do hope we can be friends through this vacation I guess. And yes I think you would enjoy being around a forge to see me work. It's a little loud but you can read as much as you like and I can show you the finished products, jewelry making is not as loud. I did bring a few smaller things with me as well for this trip.” again he found himself smiling , it was good that he felt like this at least he thought so.

“Lady Violet.” he spoke and gave her a respectful bow, “please remember your scars are beautiful and it doesn't matter what those fools think because you don't care what they think already. Confidence comes in time but I believe that you will find it.” again he gave her a smile and a nod. “I do hope i can find you again tonight for a dance possibly. Oh and one more thing if you could.” Roman began to button his sleeves back down and put his gloves on. “I'm afraid I missed your entrance. Could you point out your father and mother for me?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman Ravenwood


She offered him a polite nod with her head as she returned his smile. " It's a pleasure, Roman Ravenwood of Emberrock. " She gestured to herself " I am Lady Violet Damien of Caesonia " she relaxed her hands in front of her gown as the evening air blew past them, sending a slight but enjoyable shiver over her. " So I guess the night air has no effect on you then sir," she said continuing to smile. " Something about the smell of cold brisk air is quite refreshing, I'll be sure to add this Emberrock city to my list of places to travel to."

She turned to face the balcony again, her arms perching her against the railing as the gentle breeze tossed her hair around ever so slightly.

" Quite the coincidence then, that we should meet here. Suppose it's fate. if you believe in such things" she added. Violet did believe in such things, the fact that the man noticed her in the dark corner she resided in and the emblem on her dress was quite the coincidence for it to go unnoticed. " I can't say I have seen anything past what my parents approve of, so I've mainly been in Caesonia. " she took a deep breath, her face keeping the reflection of happy and doting as her mother taught her but her eyes clearly told another story.

" So.. no lord, prince or your majesty in front of your name. Might I be so bold as to ask why you were dragged to such an event...or was it by choice." she paused " which I am not entirely sure why anyone would be here by choice, It feels like livestock fair, and we are the pigs. " she sighed resting her hand under her jaw as the veil her mother groomed into her disappeared and Violet made her appearance. Her words continuing to slip out unflitered " I suppose we will find out who the prize pig will be soon enough"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Caesonia Castle
Interactions: Ballroom - Balcony
Mentions: @ReusableSword Roman Ravenwood


Violet flipped the page in her book as she continued to ignore the antics around her. Her book pulled her in, telling the tale of a knight and his conquering of kingdoms and the heart of his love. She always found these sorts of stories very unrealistic, love was always portrayed as blissful, easy, and sweet. In reality, she knew it was messy, unpredictable, and raw. She preferred it that way, life was messy and so was love. If anything could attest to that it would be her parent's relationship.

Flipping another page she noticed someone approaching her. The large footsteps, which sounded a bit apprehensive, strode over to her. A deep voice spoke, and it took her a moment to realize that he was speaking to her.

Looking around for another person who may have snuck their way in her small little corner she looked up at the man from her book with her silver eyes scanning him. She offered him a friendly smile " I am sorry, I wasn't sure if you were speaking to me " she closed her book, keeping it tucked into her lap. She watched as he scanned her appearance, his natural curiosity looking at her scars as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

She was about to reply to the man when the hall irrupted into chaos. She watched the chaos with confusion as it pulled her attention from the man for the moment, making her uncomfortable as voices began to rise. She watched as people began to fall, tripping over each other followed by the Sultan and his companion. Shocked, Violet stood up on her feet as she looked over at the man. Taking her shot as an excuse to leave the chaos, she leaned into him " How about we continue this conversation on the balcony " she said gesturing to the two large double doors, that lead out to the balcony.

Assuming he follows, she heads towards the door slipping out onto the balcony. Holding the door for the man she took a step towards the railing as the commotion and sounds of loud voices began to settle. Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air she looked over at him.
" You must have been staring at my bodice for a while to notice them," she said offering a playful tease to lighten the mood between the awkward conversation. "They're my favorite bird, not sure why but I've always been so drawn to them. They're regal and beautiful. So many different cultures and beliefs have the raven baked into their symbolism and culture. They can signify both Death and Birth, but can also mean transformation and senses of wisdom. Their just ..amazing. " she paused as she looked over at the man " I am sorry I am rambling about a bird. "she let out a soft laugh " why do you ask though, seems like a rather strange observation considering the giant parade of exotic animals, all the beautiful women, and the food but yet you ask me about the design of my dress. " she smiled curiously, it was a rather strange question, but it amused her.