[color=lightgray][center][color=4C93C2]Calbert[/color] & [color=LightSteelBlue]Cassius[/color] [color=4C93C2]Time:[/color] Afternoon before the Masquerade [color=LightSteelBlue]Location:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/sIWGyEW.png]The Damien Office™[/url] [color=4C93C2]Mention:[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Drake [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo [/center] [hr] Seated behind a massive mahogany desk, the black-haired count had been steepling fingers against the wood, creating an imposing silhouette against the backdrop of pelts and skulls as Cassius entered. His son would first be greeted by the scent of leather and the metallic of the weaponry. The dimly lit office itself was furnished with the spoils of Count Calbert Damien's hunts. The walls were adorned with mounted animal heads, their glassy eyes fixed on unsuspecting visitors. A selection of hunting rifles adorned both the walls and various pieces of furniture. Swords also hung with purpose on the wall. Most notably also on the wall was the mounted gator that hung in the corner of the room right across from the front door. The shadows in the room seemed to dance with the flickering flames of a nearby fireplace as Calbert’s blue eyes found their way to the sight of his son. [color=4C93C2] “Ah, Cassius.”[/color] he greeted with a smile, gesturing elegantly to an upholstered chair. [color=4C93C2] “Take a seat.”[/color] Taking in the sights and sounds of the fascinating gallery of decor that was his fathers office, Cassius strolled over to where his father instructed him to take a seat. He paused momentarily to unclasp his baldric, carefully securing his axe before placing both belt and weapon on the corner of his father’s desk. Sinking comfortably into the chair, Cassius’s gaze continued to roam amidst the array of trophies, weapons, and artifacts adorning the walls and shelves of the room. The ambiance his father aimed to create was unmistakable, yet Cassius couldn't help but wonder if it truly reflected the essence of the man himself or merely served as embellishment for the persona he wished to project to the world. Finally, meeting his father's cold blue gaze with his own stormy gray eyes, Cassius spoke. [color=LightSteelBlue]“Hello, father…”[/color] He greeted, returning the man’s smile with a hint of his own. [color=LightSteelBlue]“I must admit, I’ve been curious about the purpose of this little meeting ever since you mentioned it on the beach.”[/color] The smile shifted slowly into his usual, more arrogant smirk. [color=LightSteelBlue]”Are you always this…[i]formal[/i] with your children?”[/color] [color=4C93C2] “ Formal? I did not particularly see it in such a manner…”[/color] He admitted thoughtfully, [color=4C93C2] “ I see this as two men having an exchange within the comfort of their home. If you prefer a different scenery for the next time then consider it done my son. “ [/color] [color=4C93C2]“Now, onto the reason you’re here… I want to impart knowledge about the people you’ll encounter. Caesonia differs from Varian; appearances can be deceiving, and there’s often a strategic game in motion.”[/color] He motioned towards himself. [color=4C93C2]“Trust me, my wife, and sisters. Beyond our blood, exercise caution. Let me guide you through the key figures and advise on those warranting particular vigilance. Then, I’d like you to also tell me briefly more about what kind of life you lived to better understand your side of things. ”[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]"No, no…that won’t be necessary. This office provides a fitting backdrop for our dramatic little conversations. Honestly, It's quite the chamber... I can only imagine the stories behind each piece adorning it. As someone who appreciates a good narrative myself, I must say, the atmosphere alone in this room speaks volumes. And this chair? Exceptionally comfortable."[/color] Cassius remarked, his tone carrying genuinity with just a hint of sarcasm. [color=LightSteelBlue]"So, meeting here suits me just fine, and should circumstances dictate otherwise, I'm always adaptable."[/color] Leaning in, Cassius rested his cheek on his fist, his elbow finding support on the chair's arm. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Regarding your recommendation and request, I welcome your insights into the people of Sorian. If I am truly to be a member of this [i]noble court[/i], acquainting myself with Caesonia's elite seems prudent. Information, as you of all people well know, is a valuable asset and never a worthless weapon."[/color] [color=4C93C2] “Excellent…”[/color] Recalling his father's mention of his life before coming here, Cassius's gaze wandered back to the axe resting on the edge of the desk. It served as a tangible reminder of his past, of the life he led before arriving at the grand Damien estate. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Feel free to ask about my life before our first meeting. I'm an open book, after all."[/color] he offered, inviting the Count to explore further. Calbert raised a brow and leaned on the table. He was quick to question him, curiosity evident in his eyes, [color=4C93C2] “Very well. Where have you been living and what have you done to provide for yourself over the years?”[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]"Where have I been living? Well…here, there, and a little bit of everywhere to be honest. My journey with the Iron Wolves has taken me across continents. From the vast landscapes of Varian to dense jungles, unforgiving deserts, and treacherous seas spanning Eromora. I've left my mark across this world and my footprints remain in places that few will ever have the fortune of seeing."[/color] Cassius extended his free hand, resting his palm against the axe before him. [color=LightSteelBlue]"And this…"[/color] he gestured towards the weapon, [color=LightSteelBlue]"This has been my means of sustenance. As a sellsword, a sentinel, an assassin, and pretty much everything in between…my livelihood has often revolved around weapons such as this."[/color] Count Calbert's gaze had locked upon the presented axe with a nonchalant demeanor. His brows furrowed slightly, hinting at a subtle tension, but outwardly, he maintained a neutral expression just as he had the entire time Cassius had been speaking. [color=4C93C2]"I see... How long have you lived like this? Do you think you'll be able to settle down in a world where our battles are not fought with swords?"[/color] Noticing the subtle tension in Calbert's demeanor, Cassius couldn't resist the urge to flash his smug smirk once more. [color=LightSteelBlue]"That was my reality for over a dozen years."[/color] He admitted. [color=LightSteelBlue]"They trained me for a while, of course, but aside from that the life of a mercenary and wanderer is all I’ve known. Even before joining the Wolves, mother and I never lingered in one place for more than a few months at a time. I'll be candid with you for the sake of transparency…I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see how I'll adapt to a more settled life. Yet, there's been a part of me yearning for such a change of pace for some time now."[/color] He nodded slowly, taking it all in silently. Then, Calbert asked, [color=4C93C2] “...Do you take interest in finding a spouse for the courting season? … Have any caught your eye?”[/color] Cassius reflected on his father’s question, allowing the memories of the women he had met since arriving in Sorian to drift through him. Several notable encounters came to mind: the delightful evening spent with Princess Anastasia, the fiery and passionate rendezvous with Kalliope, and the complex dynamics with Lady Charlotte, the girl next door, which had been less than ideal thus far. However, he chose to play coy on all accounts. [color=LightSteelBlue]“I haven't given serious thought to courting or marriage. But nevertheless, if it's a responsibility required of me now that I am to assume the Damien name, I am willing to entertain the idea. Anything for the family."[/color] His words were spoken genuinely, though internally Cassius knew that he was only blowing smoke to build rapport with the good Count. He honestly had zero interest in marriage, especially if it was nothing more than a ploy for political gain. For now, though, he would simply play the role of eager son. Calbert smiled at him once he had finished his answer, [color=4C93C2]“Thank you for sharing with me all this. Such is an admirable quality to put one’s family first. Marriage is indeed a hill we can conquer together when you are ready… However I am certain you are aware it is a courting season so the opportunity is open to you… But before one considers such, I’d like to tell you some more about those around us. It is wise to keep in mind who you can trust some and who you cannot at all.”[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]“I’m all ears, father. I’ve been dying to hear what someone truly thinks about everyone since I arrived. And please…don’t hold back.”[/color] [color=4C93C2]“Ah a connoisseur of gossip, I see.”[/color] Calbert chuckled, his eyes gleaming mischievously. He couldn't contain his sly grin as he unveiled a meticulously prepared book on the table. With a swift motion, he swiveled it toward Cassius, then he pointed to a page featuring the Edwards family. [color=4C93C2]“You will find Duke Gideon pleasant on first meeting, but do take caution that he will not follow through on any promise he makes you. He is a fool parading as a hero… His wife Victoria is a well… If I may be so blunt… a self centered [i]bitch[/i]... However, Duke Gideon holds power over the Soralia territory and is held in high regard. The family as a whole are all pliable. “[/color] [color=4C93C2] “Gideon’s son Drake is simply a watered-down version of Gideon. “[/color] Calbert gestured toward the son hurriedly with disinterest, then placed emphasis on the two daughters: Priscilla and Ariella, jabbing his pointer finger on the page. [color=4C93C2] “The daughters are excellent choices as you want to climb up and not down the political ladder when it comes to marriage. Daughters of Dukes and especially princesses are your goal if you want to win the game, my son.”[/color] Cassius leaned back in his chair, allowing his arms to fold nonchalantly across his chest as he took in his father’s words and studied the pictures presented to him. The man was nothing if not opinionated, that was for sure. Calbert clearly had an eye for details and strategy, to such a degree that Cas could not help but be impressed. With each dossier and strategic perspective, he glimpsed into the intricate layers of his father's mind. The Count's candor and penchant for controversial judgments intrigued Cassius, who found himself drawn to the truth beneath the diplomatic veneer that men like his father usually maintained. While aware that Calbert likely tempered his words for the sake of decorum, Cas admired his father's willingness to delve into the nitty gritty of things, earning the Count some newfound respect in Cassius's estimation. He still didn’t trust a single thing that came out of the man’s mouth, but he could appreciate the audacity of his father. With a charming nod as he processed the details, he finally responded. [color=LightSteelBlue]“Father…I must say…you are every bit the tactician I speculated you to be and more. Clearly you are a man fitting of your station, and I appreciate the candor. You’ve given me much to think about.”[/color] He peered into the depths of his father’s eyes for the briefest moment before letting his curiosity lead him to a question. [color=LightSteelBlue]“I am curious, though. Judging by your change in demeanor anytime they get brought up, I simply must ask…You seem especially abhorrent of Lady Charlotte and Duke Vikena. Is there some drama between our two families that I’m ignorant to?”[/color] Calbert nodded, clearly pleased about his son’s compliments as he responded sincerely, [color=4C93C2]“Thank you for the acknowledgement. My priority here is always to protect you and the girls, thus I want to be forthright with you about the kind of individuals that surround us.”[/color] Before Calbert could comment much further, Cassius brought up the Vikenas, and the charming façade momentarily slipped. A fleeting shadow crossed his features, a subtle tightening around the corners of his eyes and a barely perceptible curl of his lips into a thinly veiled sneer. However, he quickly recovered, smoothing out his features and adopting an air of casual indifference. [color=4C93C2]“I am significantly unfond of them.”[/color] Calbert confirmed with thinly veiled disdain. [color=4C93C2]“Duke Vikena has failed for years to provide proper diplomacy. His actions consistently sow discord, leaving the rest of us to clean up the messes he creates. I am personally handling the delicate task of reasoning with Lorenzo doing in hopes I can steer him in a more sensible direction… Nevertheless he is completely unfitting of his title.”[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]“And what of Lady Charlotte, is she simply guilty by association or is there more to your contempt for her?”[/color] [color=4C93C2]“…My distaste of her has stemmed mostly from recent events. I believe she may be mentally ill after losing both of her parents.”[/color] As he spoke, he glared down at the portrait of Charlotte. There was a smoldering intensity in his eyes, as if he possessed the power to set the very paper aflame. [color=4C93C2]“She has become a predicament that I must address sooner rather than later…”[/color] His eyes lifted to meet his son’s gaze as he drew off, [color=4C93C2]“I am aware of your words to Lady Vikena the other evening. My staff informed me of the exchange.”[/color] [color=4C93C2]“Though perhaps she is easy on the eyes, she is now an enemy of our family and will not be an acceptable friend nor lover at the current time.”[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]”Those are strong words, father. [i]Problem that must be solved, enemy of the family[/i]…I won’t deny that my curious nature craves more details on the matter. However, I won’t pry further just now, you can simply disclose more if and when it makes sense for you. Plus…the scandals that my imagination is conjuring in the void of knowledge are almost too fun to spoil with the truth. Whatever her and her foolish step-father have done to earn your ire, I’m sure it was well deserved. You seem like such a reasonable man.”[/color] The final piece of his statement was very subtly veiled with sarcasm, so subtle that the Count himself may not notice in the midst of such a compliment. Cassius considered what his father said about Charlotte’s parents…having just lost a mother himself he can only imagine what the woman had gone through. That same pang of guilt from before about the way they met burned within him. His father’s enemies were not his own, at least not yet, so he could not help but feel bad for the girl. Those melancholy eyes of hers suddenly made much more sense. [color=4C93C2]“I have no intention of hiding the details from you, so if you have a moment, I will share the story.”[/color] He replied and then folded his hands on the table. [color=LightSteelBlue]“Well, I did have a rather [i]important meeting[/i] at the tavern this afternoon…but alas, I did say anything for the family. So, for you I have all the time in the world.”[/color] Cassius responded, the tongue in cheek clear in his tone of voice. [color=LightSteelBlue]”Tell me everything.”[/color] [center][color=4C93C2]Calbert[/color] & [color=LightSteelBlue]Cassius[/color] [color=4C93C2]Time:[/color] Evening [color=LightSteelBlue]Location:[/color] Damien Estate Ballroom [color=4C93C2]Mention:[/color] [@Silverpaw] Wulfric [/center] [hr] [color=4C93C2]"Cassius,"[/color] Calbert's voice cut through the noise of the masquerade as he reached his son. The tone held an unmistakable weight, but remained neutral all the same. [color=4C93C2]"Might I have a word please?"[/color] Continuing to mingle and put a healthy distance between the Prince and himself, Cassius eagerly grabbed another glass of wine and sipped just as he heard the voice of Calbert addressing him, beckoning for a chat. Greeting the Damien patriarch with his ever charming smile, he addressed him with a proper bow. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Hello, father.”[/color] Cassius remarked with a hint of zeal. [color=LightSteelBlue]It's good to see you in all the regalia and glory of that costume. It really highlights all of that intensity and mystery you wear so well. What's on your mind, and furthermore what can I do for you?”[/color] Calbert leaned in slightly, his expression stern. [color=4C93C2]"...Cassius, just as we discussed briefly earlier, you must be mindful of your conduct with others. The world's a stage, and every move you make is scrutinized by the audience around us,"[/color] Calbert continued, his gaze piercing through the mask Cassius wore. He then inquired with a touch of suspicion, [color=4C93C2]"When I approached, you seemed engrossed in conversation… With [i]whom[/i] were you speaking with?"[/color] A sly chuckle inadvertently escaped Cassius’s lips as his father said his piece. The man spoke to him as though he was nothing but an insolent child, and it humored him to no end, especially after their conversation earlier. Cassius understood how people perceived him. That devil may care attitude had gotten him into more than his share of trouble over the years, but Cas wasn’t opposed to trouble…he was far more opposed to the boredom and drudgery of pretending to be something he wasn’t. He wondered about his father and the man’s level of [i]actual[/i] life experience. Not the game of politics or nobility, but real experience down in the muck and blood of life’s darkest corners. Cassius was no child, as he explained to the man earlier, he has left footprints across more of the world than many could even dream of. He has spilled more blood than most could stomach; both his own and that of others, and he has seen the best and worst within people that the world has to offer. He was no sniveling little brat for his father to admonish, but the man had not crossed any lines just yet…so for now he would simply continue to play his role. [color=LightSteelBlue]“That’s cute, father. Honestly. I will say, though, you are absolutely correct and there are few that understand that concept more than I. Life is truly but a stage…My mother taught me that many years ago.”[/color] His nonchalant tone stiffened a bit at the mention of Meredith, but relaxed again almost immediately. Unlike his father, whose expression had darkened under his mask. [color=LightSteelBlue]“And as for my little chat…I was simply getting to know the good Prince. A real sweetheart he is. I think we’re going to be fast friends.”[/color] [color=4C93C2]“The Prince.”[/color] Calbert repeated. He glanced over his shoulder as he tried to find the figure again with darting eyes. A pause lingered in the air as his emotions swelled within before he spoke, his words delivered in a low measured tone that betrayed an undercurrent of restrained intensity. [color=4C93C2]“Prince Wulfric? Cassius, I certainly hope you held your tongue as I sensed some tension from across the room…”[/color] He said lowly with a scowl, [color=4C93C2]“The royals are on edge. A lot has transpired which I am sure you recall. Trust me, it would be imprudent to find yourself at odds with Prince Wulfric or his mother right now. Keep them in the palm of your hand instead of the other way around.”[/color] Cassius’s eyes landed on his father’s scowl. He found a humorously sweet sense of irony in the fact that only now at the age of twenty-seven, after everything he had seen and all the things he had done, was he actually getting to experience the disapproving scowl of a father. The very thought formed a smug little smirk that painted his expression. [color=LightSteelBlue]“I must admit, father, the conversation was a bit of a disappointment. I only wished to pay compliments to such an opulent masquerade ensemble…but little Wulfy decided to lash out, so I matched his spirit.”[/color] Cassius folded his arms across his chest to quietly mimic his father’s seriousness. [color=LightSteelBlue]“I imagine it wasn’t the best move from your perspective, but the way I see it…better the Prince sees me as a fool than a threat.” [/color] His father’s eyes had wandered from the smirk down to the folding arms, taking in his son’s reaction before choosing his words. [color=4C93C2] “Prince Wulfric possesses an intense disposition, not renowned for affability. Nevertheless, his moves are executed with the calculated precision of a serpent.”[/color] Calbert leaned in, his voice lowering to a discreet murmur, [color=4C93C2] “I understand your wish to defend yourself…Presently, the advantage lies in the prince’s favor. Recall, Cassius, he is destined to ascend to the throne. At his whim, he could ordain your demise out of mere spite…Yet, a time will come when we shall no longer be beholden to the vexations of spoiled princes, provided we play our cards carefully.”[/color] The ambition that underscored his father’s words ignited a spark of interest within Cassius. Like earlier, he was getting a look beyond the man’s well-crafted demeanor and usual presentation. His own curiosities would not let him refuse an opportunity to see just a little glance of the actual man beneath. [color=LightSteelBlue]“And I can understand your desire to educate your newfound blood on the intricacies of the game you’re playing. After all, it would be a shame if I came straight off the streets and set fire to all of your well laid plans…So, allow me to offer you my undivided attention. Please, elaborate.”[/color] Calbert's desire to reply to his son was abruptly halted as his wife, Liliane, rushed into the room with an expression akin to someone who had witnessed a ghost. The distress etched on her face was evident, despite being partially concealed by a delicate, feathery white mask. With a sense of urgency, she advanced toward Calbert, disregarding Cassius entirely, and delivered a message in a hushed tone directly into his ear. They then exchanged glances as she pulled away. His mouth tightened into a thin line, and a visible pallor washed over his complexion. It took a moment before he mustered a response, and whispered in return. Following the exchange, Liliane promptly made her way toward the exit of the ballroom. His eyes wandered back to his son, [color=4C93C2] “Cassius… We will return to this matter later… For now, please refrain from any more quarrels. Your sisters are interested in finding suitors this season after all… [i]Perhaps you should take interest in the same.”[/i][/color] [/color]