[center] [url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/distant-stroke-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/240329/5ef25b2200a025e9603fb835b0d9ce4d.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KC23pQL.png[/img] [/center] [center] [sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/1a/ac/2b1aac5ffa055ea2329849750069b59c.jpg][i][sub][color=A3C5EC]♖ the fit ♖[/color][/sub][/i][/url][/sub] [sub][color=AABFB5]D A M I E N E S T A T E | E V E N I N G[/color][/sub] [sub][color=gray]I n t e r a c t i o n s : [@Tpartywithzombi] M e n t i o n s :[/color][/sub] [/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Kra5jyU.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][color=gray] Mathias blinked, the light flooding his eyes as he stirred from his sleep. Groggily, he tried to turn over and continue sleeping, but something felt off. His gaze fell on the sight of a woman's arms wrapped around his bare waist, her red hair cascading over her face and shoulder. Confusion clouded his mind as he glanced around, noticing a man with sun-kissed skin and curls on his cheeks beside the bed. Memories of the previous night came back foggy— the drinks, the kisses, the indulgent feast. His stomach churned at the thought of food, and he felt a pang of guilt for his overindulgence. Despite his headache and poor coordination, Mathias managed to extract himself from the woman's embrace and carefully made his way to the edge of the bed. With a sense of urgency, he hastily dressed, being careful not to disturb the sleeping figures. He placed a small blue velvet pouch by the nightstand, containing coins that jingled softly. As he gathered the rest of his belongings—a blazer, shoes, and a bowtie—he glanced back at the room, leaving behind a blue mask. Mathias then exited the room as quietly as possible, the events of the night before still a blur in his mind. [center][color=94b0c4]꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏[/color][/center] After hastily leaving the red district, Mathias hurried back to the guest house with just enough time to bathe and change into whatever attire his valet had laid out for him. Regrettably, he had not informed poor Mr. Wagner about the mixer, so his clothes were a touch too informal for the occasion. This oversight only added to the growing pit in his stomach, which intensified as he entered the Blossom Caffe. Greeted by Mingyu with a bright smile, Mathias was swiftly briefed on the courting event before being handed a piece of paper and ushered past. Adjusting his cufflinks for the third time, he glanced down at the paper in his hand. Number one. He looked about the room, searching for his table, luckily he didn’t have to look for long. There was the number one staring at him along with a woman. Seated there was a woman with a crown of red hair framing striking green eyes that pulled a smile to Mathias's face as he approached. With a polite bow of his head, he took his seat across from her. [color=94b0c4]"I am Sir Mathias Larsen. It is a pleasure to share this event with you, my lady,"[/color] he greeted warmly. 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Dried dates, sweet treats, and strong tea adorned the tray, along with a pastry she knew Layla favored. She knocked, the sound echoing faintly in the corridor, but there was no answer. With a graceful movement, Nahir retrieved a small, neatly folded paper from her robe pocket and placed it on the tray. The paper bore Layla's name in her meticulous handwriting. [I][indent][sub]‘Dear Sister, I heard from the servants at the Damien Estate that you left the ball early. Concerned, I came to check on you, but it seems you are not receiving visitors at the moment. Please enjoy the snacks I’ve brought, and if you need company, do not hesitate to call me. I wish to repay your kindness. Your sister, Nahir’[/sub][/indent][/i] Lady Suhasini set the tray on the ground in front of the door, and Nahir glanced once more at the door before sighing and turning to leave. [center][color=904342] ________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐________________[/color][/center] [color=904342]“It is truly magnificent,”[/color] Nahir remarked, as they both entered the church. The outside facade was nothing like what she was used to, and during her short visit to Caesonia, she'd never seen the church this close. She looked ahead, and Nahir's gaze flicked towards Princess Anastasia and Farim. Ready to study them both carefully. However, her attention was swiftly stolen by the breathtaking beauty of the architecture. [color=904342]”The soaring ceilings, the graceful arches, the stained glass windows– all of it is simply breathtaking.”[/color] Her eyes, alight with a subtle fascination, traced the patterns of light cast by the colorful windows, then lifted to admire where the arches met the ceiling in a symphony of grandeur. While very few could compare to the mosques and temples back home with their symmetrical and colorful designs, Nahir would not deny the beauty of the church. It filled her with a sense of nostalgia, a welcomed feeling after days apart from the familiarity of Alidasht. Beside her, Ece stood statuesque, her arms folded behind her back. She had just relayed the events of the previous night in whispers of their native tongue. Real, undeniable magic that Ece had witnessed firsthand, yet Nahir appeared unfazed, enraptured instead by the play of light and shadow. [color=904342]“Relax; I can see the tension in your jaw,”[/color] Nahir murmured, her voice barely audible over the choir’s melodic singing and whispers. Their voices resonated through the vast church hall, filling the space with heavenly gossip. [color=904342]“Don't worry.”[/color] [color=428f90]"My lady–" [/color] Nahir silenced Ece with a gentle touch on her shoulder. [color=904342]"We mustn’t discuss such matters in the presence of their gods,"[/color] she said softly. [color=904342]"Our purpose is to immerse ourselves in the sights, the culture, and the people. Who knows what the future holds?”[/color] She shot Ece a knowing smile. [color=428f90][I]"Inshallah"[/i][/color] Ece sighed, conceding to Nahir's redirection of the conversation. For now. She had noticed the spark in Nahir's eyes when she spoke of the woman with the wolf, far more intrigued by her than Farim or Munir’s antics at the evening's event. [color=904342]"Come, we'll sit with my cousin."[/color] Nahir led them behind Anastasia and Farim, giving them both a greeting smile as they took their seat. [/color][/indent][/indent]