[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] Soulless Regency
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] April 12, 2017
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Fyror Gallant Kildragon
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Almack’s
[color=DC143C]“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”[/color] 
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	Fyror was pleased for the most part with how Jeanette’s first meeting with his family transpired. Granted he could have done without his mother’s surprising bluntness and Leon’s disrespect. However, none of it seemed to phase Jeanette, so that is all he could really ask for. He was put further at ease once his father was informed of the previously damaged wards and the imminent threat that posed. Soon enough his fellow officers would know of this new threat as well. That ultimately meant that more people would be on guard and hopefully more prepared if all hell breaks loose.

	Fyror looked down at Jeanette with a smile when she complimented his family. [color=DC143C]“I am glad you like them,”[/color] he stated earnestly. Just then, a woman’s voice spoke up from behind them, grabbing their attention. They turned around to find who Fyror quickly gathered was Jeanette’s mother by the sheer resemblance between the two. He gave a slight respectful bow as Jeanette introduced him to her family. [color=DC143C]“It is a pleasure to meet you all.”[/color]

	He gave his undivided attention to Jeanette’s father William when the man stepped up and addressed him. He was honestly touched by William’s heartfelt thanks for helping and protecting his daughter. [color=DC143C]“I could not simply stand back and let her travel alone, knowing there could be more Soulless nearby. That is just not the type of person I am,”[/color] he responded earnestly. William seemed as if he had more to say, but he was interrupted by his wife. Shortly thereafter, the family left, and Fyror respectfully bid them farewell. Fyror looked down at Jeanette as she spoke. [color=DC143C]“I am sure he was just being a protective father. I took no offense from it,”[/color] he stated.

	Fyror’s left Jeanette’s and surveyed the crowds of people. The current dance drew to a close, and the participants soon fanned out across the room to meet up with other people or to get something to eat or drink. One woman in particular caught his eye as she hurriedly moved across the room: Millicent Wyndham. Following close behind her was that retched man who had earlier been harassing Ms. Wyndham. Apparently, to Fyror’s displeasure, the man was still at it. He followed Ms. Wyndham less like a man who was enamored with a woman and more like a predator stalking its prey.

	Fyror’s hand inadvertently tightened around Jeanette’s arm as he watched Lord Rutherford’s “interactions” with Millicent. [color=DC143C]“That man is getting on my last nerve,”[/color] he grumbled. [color=DC143C]“He seems to have no regard for a woman’s honor, but he rather does as he pleases. There are few things I despise more than a dishonorable man.”[/color] Despite his anger, his heart lurched as he desperately wanted to helped her; however, his feet stayed planted to the ground, waiting for the right moment.

	When Millicent was finally able to get away from the man, he knew instantly that now was the time to act. [color=DC143C]“I am sorry, but I have to go help her. I cannot stand back and watch any longer,”[/color] he apologized to Jeanette. He pulled away from Jeanette and set off in Millicent’s direction. He took long strides and went as fast as he could without drawing unwanted attention. 

	[color=DC143C]“Ms. Wyndham,”[/color] he greeted her with a respectful bow. He was going to say more but he found that he was at a loss for words. His brows were furrowed as his mind rushed to come up with a suitable way in which he could help her. He recalled something she had said in passing, that she hoped her dance card would fill up quickly. Before doubt could cloud his judgment, he spoke up his question, [color=DC143C]“May I pencil myself in for your next dance, or however many it takes to keep that man from harassing you?”[/color]