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[h3]Lorenzo Delorano[/h3][hr]
It was the morning of the wake and Lorenzo sat at on the edge of his bed, woken from a dream. The sun had not yet risen but they sky shown an eerie blue, the tell tale sign of the sun following close behind the night. Lorenzo rubbed his eyes then glanced over to his bed where a female whose name he did not remember lay. He glanced closely at her, recognizing her as one of the barmaids from a pub on the far end he frequented every so often. Her hair was red and naturally curled, her face covered in freckles and her skin light. He tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a moment to respond before placing his whole palm on her shoulder and nudging her lightly again. She grumbled a moment then opened her eyes slowly revealing their brown hue.

The young woman rose her head and opened her mouth taking in a breath as if she was just about to say something when Lorenzo placed his hand on her lips, preventing her. [color=#fff333]"I think you should leave before the house wakes up. The servants should still be in the basement levels of the house." [/color]He picked up her red frock and laid it on the edge of the bed before getting up himself and entering his dressing room. Behind the door a muffled sob could be heard as the girl dressed herself then exited the room, no doubt making her way from the building. 

Lorenzo sighed and began to dress himself in black, taking his time as he was still unsure how to feel about the situation as a whole. His mind as plagued with thoughts of grief and thoughts of greed, each battling one another for their spot at the forefront of his mind. The sun had risen by the time he left the dressing room, his room lit up in the morning amber light and a quick glance out the window showed the bustling of the servants quickly scurrying here and there, walking in and out of the great house. 

A knock on the door grabbed his attention to where he swivelled around, seeing one of the younger female servants entering the room with a breakfast tray. It wasn't the under butler who usually attended to his personal needs. He was sure, in fact, that this was his mothers lady's maid. [color=orange]"I beg your pardon Sir but, Lady Fiona has yet to leave her chambers or accept food."[/color] Lorenzo, hearing the earnestness in the young girls voice, stepped up close to her, almost too close, and gently put a hand on the side of her arm, near her shoulder, looking her deep in the eyes and said in a low, calm and soothing voice. [color=#fff333]"Please, allow me to take this burden from you. Do you have a key to her chamber? Would you be the good, kind and nurturing woman I know you to be and stand by her chamber for my departure so you can help her prepare?"[/color] His eyes flickered with warmth for a moment as he touched his warm hand to hers, letting it linger there for a moment longer then it needed to before separating her fingers and removing the key from her palm.

Fiona's chambers were not far from his own and the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor were heard, but only just, as he approached the door. He took in a breath and entered the room, gently closing the door behind him so as to not disrupt his mother too much. There she lay, broken and in tears in the same position she'd been in after the news was received of Leon. He lay his head on her shoulder, placing his hands gently on her arms, speaking a thousand words and no words in a language that can only be understood between a mother and a son. She seemed to truly respond to his presence as he thought she might.

He left quickly, winking at the ladies maid as he walking by her then continuing to his own chamber where an almost impatient under butler was waiting. [color=orange]"I see you've already gotten dressed Sir."[/color] He said in a professional voice just masking his irritation at Lorenzos early morning self-dressings. Lorenzo nodded at him in response. 

Lorenzo was used to this routine in the mornings. Him being dressed on his own on the mornings he had "guests" and his butler irritated that he couldn't perform his duties properly. Lorenzo lifted his arms as his butler named, Alfred Hobson, reached around him and fastened his sword in place. The weight of it on Lorenzo’s hip was familiar and comfortable, it neither hinders his walk or slowed him down.

At this point, Lorenzo sat to eat from the breakfast tray that had been waiting for him and began entertaining in idle conversation with Alfred as he often did. Alfred was at first uncomfortable with Lorenzos forwardness in his approach to conversation but over the years they had gotten to know one another through these conversations making their interactions easier for both of them.

Lorenzo, having finished his meal and conversation made his way to the hall, entering with the sound the clang of Lucien's sword smashing against the table, sending food flying. The was an ever so brief pause before Meldyr rushed into the room trying to defuse the situation. Lorenzo nodded at his mother with an affectionate and small smile before heading towards Pieter and Otto. He shook hands with each of them, patting their shoulder once with the shake. He had known them for many years and respected them as brothers, friends and companions, even Otto in his age and stature.

Nalia made her announcement which came as a great shock to Lorenzo if only to an extent before he made his way around the room to take his seat next to his mother whose eyes which were once glistening now had a sheen of triumph that he alone would be able to recognize. As has sat down he felt his mothers hand pat his back and squeeze his shoulder.
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