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[center][sub]Dates: September 21st - October 7th[/sub][/center]

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The Duke of the At’Lathian Territory was known in the political circles as a fair weather traditionalist. When the political tides of his surrounding territories favored one side or the other, Duke Liam Horvath could be seen waving its standard high and proud in public. His personal opinions, spoken passionately at length behind tightly shut doors, stayed in stride with Astorios and more than one of his close friends thought his ideas for reverting back to the old ways extreme. The older vampire hailed from before the Treaty, made a vast fortune off the fledgling council selling weapons to the allied forces against the werewolves, and since lived an affluent and lavish lifestyle. Duke Horvath adorned himself in precious gems and opulent clothes, surrounding himself with symbols of his wealth. 

As one of the wealthiest dukes outside of a noble family, Duke Horvath drowns himself in the luxuries of life. Food, men, women, entertainment, and other more questionable delights fill hsi halls and most of his territory is dedicated to the earthly pleasures. Since his reign as a weapons supplier, Duke Horvath transformed his territory into a world of distraction: Casinos and bars, arenas and art galleries in every city. Rumors suggest the vampire runs several underground brothels and one of the Astorio’s premier fighting rings. His reputation would definitely suggest this but several Council inquiries have found nothing. Publicly at least.

The meeting with the duke was set for only a few days into the break. The vampire had been positively ecstatic, at least according to his secretary who knew how to use modern day technology, to receive such a well known socialite of the up and coming generations. The correspondence originally included the phrase “Nouveau Riche”, although his secretary made it clear that it wasn’t meant as a derogatory term as many of the older wealth used it but rather only his vampire’s enjoyment of how the phrase rolls off the tongue. The Duke booked his midevening for Eris and extended an offer to tour his largest city that included a wide variety of complementary services after their official business concluded. 

Eris himself had dozed off after the first ten minutes on the road, the sound of his mage's voice waking him up. He let out a small groan of protest before making himself more comfortable, though a quick glance at his phone told him they were nearly there. Stretching his arms out in front of him, he slumped back in his seat as he watched the back of Antigone's head. His voice sounded exasperated, mentioning several fees in tow. Either someone was trying to back out of a deal or Harmonia was scrounging around trying to get someone to pay for her driving violations. He lazily fixed any part of his hair that wasn't pointing in the direction he wanted it to before looking out the window. If his mother knew where he was, she'd get an earful for going without inviting her. But today was strictly business, not for pleasure, and after the car came to a stop at a red light, the blond made a last second decision.

[color=springgreen]"We're nearly there,"[/color] Antigone announced, looking back at Eris.

[color=ccff99]"Looks like it,"[/color] Eris agreed, taking advantage and took out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the area behind him as he winked at the camera. Once satisfied, he uploaded it, putting in some nonsensical babble about the life in luxury or something, tagging the location before putting his phone in his pocket. [color=ccff99]"How do I look?"[/color] He asked, smoothing out his suit.

[color=springgreen]"Dashing as always,"[/color] Antigone grinned, turning to focus on the road as the light turned green.

Eris wanted to be annoyed at the uncreative response, but he would let it go for now--if only because he had bigger fish to fry. His hand toyed with one of the lower buttons as his eyes narrowed at the area outside. Ismene had gotten him this far, and while he was confident in his negotiating, he had to wonder why the trail lead here of all places. It wasn't too surprising to see that such a well established Duke was shutting down rumors, but the severity was what really made Eris curious. But a slip up like this was too good to pass, and so there he was. Last he remembered, the territory was under Countess Nintrella Sinnenodel's perview, and he wasn't a stranger to their tactics, though he did admit he rolled his eyes at the [i]Nouveau Riche[/i] comment. The clash of new versus old wealth was an eternal struggle, and somewhat ironic considering the sheer number of casinos around here. But all in good fun, he [i]was[/i] being welcomed, after all.

The Horvath estate, covered in more pillars and columns that necessary, sprawled across several acres of well kept gardens, clearly shaped for hosting magnificent parties of all sizes. A few pagoda’s broke the colorful foliage. Vines artfully covered each one and curtains on each entrance could be pulled to provide privacy for whatever meetings its occupants held. The drive was lit with soft golden light and ended in a multi tiered fountain that depicted various vampires and wolves fighting across its basins. A mage wearing a simple black suit bowed to Eris upon his arrival and a quiet [color=deepskyblue]“This way please, sir”[/color] had them moving into the entry. 

The inside, much like the outside, was primarily constructed of marble, though far more black marble made an appearance to accent the white. The entry opened immediately into a massive foyer, six pillars supporting the room and various scenes throughout history painted onto the floors and walls. Two staircases mirrored each other as they rose up from opposite sides of the room and met on the back wall, framing a series of stained glass doors that seemed to open back outside. Paintings hung in jewel encrusted frames adorned the walls where the floor to ceiling mirrors left space. 

[color=FBC747]“Eris Samael! In my halls!”[/color] Duke Horvath boomed from the top of the stairs. The heavy set vampire grinned, all fangs, as he made his way down excitedly, hands thrown up in the air in apparent surprise. He wore a simple tunic and breeches, though clearly made from incredibly expensive fabric, with a long trailing fur robe. His fingers were covered in jeweled rings and no less than three necklaces adorned his neck. Two piercings in each ear glinted with precious metals as he approached, clapping Eris heartily on the back with a laugh. [color=FBC747]“Never would I thought I’d see the day! Your trip wasn’t too taxing, no? Can I offer you a bit of blood before business? We can’t have the Eris Samael suffering the slightest bit of discomfort. Come on, the vampire is hungry!”[/color] As he spoke, a line of men and women appeared in various states of undress. Each one held a leatherback menu describing the flavor of their blood. [color=FBC747]“If you prefer it bottled, choose whichever one catches your eye and I’ll have one brought out for you.”[/color] The duke added. 

Would he ever tire of the attention? Never. Should he probably see a therapist as to why? Probably, but that was neither here nor there, and as much as he would have liked to lap it up while he could, Eris reminded himself that he needed to stay focused. A humble and polite stance would be best until he could be sure what he was dealing with, although the duke's offer for blood did earn him a chuckle. He would give Varis a run for his money on trying to get Eris to choose an actual flavor. It would be rude to decline, however, so instead the star gave the duke an appreciative smile before looking around briefly, at least reading a few menus before making his decision on a lovely young mage that caught his eye. He didn't care much on what she offered, but she had a particularly attractive hourglass figure that he knew even vampires would kill for.

[color=ccff99]"If it isn't too much trouble, a glass from this one would do nicely,"[/color] He threw her a wink before turning his attention back to Horvath, doubly ensuring he paid careful attention to the duke. Feeding directly would be quicker, but he didn't want to get too distracted. [color=ccff99]"The drive in was splendid, seeing the fruits of your labor and just how quickly you expanded has left me in awe. I'm certain I'll have to schedule a get away just to have a chance to experience it all."[/color] Not that he was a huge gambler, but he could see himself bringing a date to the museums. 

[color=FBC747]“It is stunning, isn’t it? It warms my dead heart to see all my hardwork and dedication pay off. You schedule that time off and I’ll treat you to the VIP experience!”[/color] The duke agreed as he waved off the mages. [color=FBC747]“Bring his glass to the west drawing room.”[/color] The Duke led Eris upstairs and through the mansion, periodically pausing to explain a painting or mosaic on the walls as they made their way. The west drawing room was open already, two mages bowing as the pair entered, and the room boasted several plush couches and sitting chairs, all a rich purple and contrasting the rug on the floor. A fire in the hearth at the end of the room crackled and popped silently as another servant played a piano in the corner.

[color=FBC747]“Sit wherever you please. We have more than enough space for just the two of us!”[/color] The Duke said as he sunk into one of the couches with an appreciative sigh. The woman Eris’ chose from brought two crystal flutes of blood for them and left, the doors shutting behind her quietly. The Duke sipped at his glass, hummed appreciatively, and relaxed, an arm running along the back of the couch. [color=FBC747]“Now I expect you to know, first names only here! What do I owe the pleasure of a private meeting with one of the industry’s premier actors if he isn’t here for the fun I’ve made?”[/color]

Taking a seat, Eris perched his elbow on the armrest, taking a second to stare at the hearth. It was gorgeously made, much like the rest of the room, but fire had always made him just a touch antsy. He took note of the servant playing the piano, pushing away a bitter thought before giving the duke his full attention. He may as well get right to it, as he didn't think dancing around the topic was going to get him anywhere.

[color=ccff99]"I think my mother's pianist has played this song,"[/color] He said before leaning back slightly, watching the blood in the flute move. [color=ccff99]"Her parties are always a beehive of buzzing, I'm sure you know how it is. Catching up on other businesses, off-the-table negotiating, and of course, the gossipmongers."[/color] 

Eris held the flute with both hands as he paused for a moment. [color=ccff99]"I heard one of the more unique ones from...was it Fernidad or was it Gretchen?"[/color] He tried to think, but seemed to decide it wasn't entirely relevant. Yet. [color=ccff99]"A prophet is due to appear before long. Isn't that something?"[/color] He asked, deciding to see what sort of reaction he would get.

The duke’s smile didn’t waver but there was a tension around his eyes that wasn’t there before. [color=FBC747]“Prophet? You mean the rumors about Tribelt’s insane ramblings? At the end of his days, the vampire could barely read a sentence much less pronounce the coming of the mouth of the sisters, whatever that is.”[/color] The duke dismissed the rumors with a wave of his hand. [color=FBC747]“The damn idiot lost his marbles to the inexorable march of time and ended it in a vainglorious suicide in front of some impressionable mages. Nothing more. He’s already created enough of a headache for me.”[/color]

Well, that was disappointing to hear. A crazy guy saying crazy things wasn't the crazy story Eris had hoped for, the thought disappointing. At least, until he noticed the tension. Okay, so maybe there was something missing from the investigation. If it really was just a rumor, Horvath likely would have laughed it off, or at least have dismissed it a little more convincingly. At minimum, the rumor was a sore spot for the duke. 

Eris let out a chuckle, his shoulders relaxed as he held out his flute to the duke. [color=ccff99]"The things people come up with...worse still, the [i]audacity[/i] they have, making you out as some sort of villain shipping people away at the mere mention of it,"[/color] He brought the blood to his lips, eyes flickering to Horvath for a second. [color=ccff99]"You must have caught someone's attention if they're so willing to point the finger at you."[/color]

[color=FBC747]"The list of those who won't point their grubby claws would be shorter."[/color] The vampire groused. He shook his head and sighed. [color=FBC747]"I've only shipped off one person. Wouldn't stop making a fuss about it since it happened in his establishment. Countess Nintrella thought it might attract more rebellious humans, act as a rallying standard of sorts, so I cut that off at the head. Two birds with one stone really. Nelson may have been the proprietor of one of my favorite bath houses but his accountant tipped us off to his modernist sympathies. Favoritism can only go so far."[/color] The duke sighed but waved off the subject.

[color=FBC747]“Speaking of rumors, I heard you’ve decided to take some time out of the spotlight.”[/color] The Duke asked. [color=FBC747]“You turned the entertainment world on its head with that decision! Attending the Princess’ pet project too no less. People are speculating you have your eye on the Princess, with the Sinnenodel heir otherwise occupied at the moment and all that. Prime opportunity to woo the woman. I know a few others have their eyes on her as it is but you’ve got a direct line.”[/color]

So Nintrella sought to act anyway? Eris didn't know what to think about that. His disappointment seemed to grow more as Horvath spoke, and he suppressed a sigh, occupying himself with drinking out of his flute. So much for itching his curiosity, this was a complete let down. Before he would linger on it for too long, however, Horvath turned the subject onto him, informing him of one of the funnier rumors circulating. Sure, he liked to play with fire, but he only played when he was absolutely certain that he had a chance at winning--trying to win over the princess was as good as deciding to go out into the sunlight with a clear, plastic umbrella.

That said, he was happy to play the fool. [color=ccff99]“The spotlight is my favorite place to be, but there are other avenues of revenue that needed my attention. Truth be told, I had been neglecting my businesses for some time, taking a few years off acting and using getting an education as an excuse was as good an out as any,”[/color] He leaned back slightly, a fond look in his eyes. 

[color=ccff99]“Photos don’t do the princess justice, her presence alone lights up the room like no other,”[/color] Eris mused, laughing quietly as he recalled his slightly flirty line. She was beautiful, sure, but he hadn't cemented his opinion of her just yet. [color=ccff99]“We’ll just have to see what happens.”[/color]

That said, that wasn’t exactly what he was here for. Was there a way to salvage the conversation? He may as well get a little satisfaction out of stirring something up--if he couldn’t gain anything, then at least seeing others lose would even things out in his head. [color=ccff99]“Was Nelson really so impressionable to believe Tribelt’s ramblings?”[/color] He decided to ask. [color=ccff99]“He had to have said [i]something[/i] that would convince him.”[/color]

[color=FBC747]"Believed that fool ramblings about Morgan le Fey's progeny? Yes, he did."[/color] Horvath laughed. [color=FBC747]"Ser Bordeleaux confirmed that in interrogation. The look on his face when we told him that the bitch lost it and killed herself without so much as a friend to her name. Priceless."[/color] He put the empty glass on a side table and waved at the pianist, the relaxed music switching to something more energetic. [color=FBC747]"The one time she had a suitor and he picked the vampires over her. Became a bitter old hag right after."[/color]

Of all the names Eris hadn't been expecting, Morgan le Fey was one he never even considered popping up. Historically, her part in founding the Treaty was probably the only reason her name stood out, but as far as he was aware, she didn't have descendants. The Starag was another story, of course, but what tugged at Eris was the supposed prophet being connected to her--suddenly, he felt like there was some actual credibility to the rumor. If Morgan le Fey was connected, then it explained why Nelson was taken out when he was, at least. Landar was hailed as a hero, but his descendants were wrapped around the royal family. No doubt mortals would rally around an actual descendant of one of the strongest mages in the last few centuries. And the thought of that happening on Sinnenodel territory was heresy at best. It was all clicking together, at least, and suddenly the blonde felt invigorated. Now he needed to see how much more he could get out of Horvath.

[color=ccff99][I]"C'est l'amour,"[/i][/color] Eris sighed, punctuating his statement with a laugh. [color=ccff99]"The one thing every being with two legs has in common is the glorious rise and fall of the heart. The differences come in how it's handled, and mortals are [i]obsessed[/i] with the idea of 'true love' and all that other nonsense."[/color] 

He waved his hand dismissively as he sipped at his glass. [color=ccff99]"I know you remember Duchess Fernidad's massive meltdown after she found her husband in bed with that lesser family's son, instead of hiding it, she somehow thought exposing him would help, and what happened? He seized her assets, turned the narrative in his favor, married the other man and left her with nothing. She made a complete fool of herself! And all because she couldn't keep her head straight."[/color] The fallout from that particular show had been spectacular for him. And the duke was lucky he had no heirs at the time. 

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, however, something clicked in his head. Despite not knowing if it was the right direction, Eris continued, [color=ccff99]"I'm sure Morgan le Fey became bitter because she ended up carrying his child. You hear it happen all the time with maids gallivanting with the higher positioned servants."[/color] At the very least it would explain where the line started. His head whirred with possibilities, almost possessing him as he stared at the ceiling for a moment. 

The Duke's smile fell as Eris continued to contemplate the idea; though it returned shortly after, harder, colder. Horvath leaned forward, hands pressed together as he leveled him with a serious look. [color=FBC747]"Mr. Samuel, I'm not quite sure your interest in my humble territory's affair but I believe we've spoken enough on the subject. The issue was closed and I've moved past it. Any lingering whispers are nothing but hearsay and I recommend you remember that. The royal hounds aren't nearly as lenient as me."[/color] Horvath sat back and the warmth and cheer returned.

[color=FBC747]"Now, let's put the unpleasantness away! What's done is done and nothing we can do about it!"[/color] The Duke exclaimed jovially. [color=FBC747]"Perhaps you'd care for a tour of one of the local bathhouses? It isn't as grand as some but the natural hot springs it is built on are top notch."[/color]

If that was a threat, it was a poor one. 

Eris had to hold in a laugh, positively delighted as he reached out into his jacket. The insistence was enough to convince him that looking into the rumor was worth it after all, and it was anything but that. If there was some way for him to actually find this so-called progeny, it would open up a world of possibilities in his favor. But for now, he would play nice as he removed a business card and tapped it twice.

[color=ccff99]"In case you hear it from anyone else, this one was the culprit mouthing off at Mother's party,"[/color] He winked at Horvath, brightening up alongside his enthusiasm and holding back a muffled chuckle of delight. [color=ccff99]"A tour sounds lovely, I haven't been to a proper bathhouse in decades!"[/color] 

Horvath took the business card as he stood, waving Eris to follow. [color=FBC747]"Thank you, I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Now, I'll have the car pulled around and we'll be off to the Crescent!"[/color] The Duke pushed out the room and took them back through the mansion. [color=FBC747]"Now the Crescent only has three proper springs and six rooms. All private with access to the springs and a beautiful view of the Selph Valley. Sadly, it's a little early in the year for viel moths but you can see them migrate in droves some nights."[/color] He snapped at a mage in the main hall who scampered away.

Outside, a car idled. Lucan Bordeleaux stood outside, reading a piece of parchment, as a Noila servant opened the door for him. As he made to get in, another one of Horvath's servants bolted out the front door, out of breath. She held an envelope as she made her way across the drive and bowed. [color=deepskyblue]"Ser Bordeleaux, one moment please! I'm so glad I managed to find you. A letter arrived this evening addressed to you and we were concerned that you'd left for town already!"[/color] The servant held it out for the vampire who accepted it. He examined it for a moment, a sigh escaping with a brief flash of weariness, and he tucked it into his jacket before letting himself be herded into the vehicle and driving away.

Horvath stopped the servant as she passed. [color=FBC747]"Who did that letter come from and why wasn't I informed?"[/color] He demanded.

[color=deepskyblue]"My apologies, Duke Horvath. We prioritized finding Ser Bordeleaux before his departure. It was sealed with a Starag crest so we assumed it to be relevant to his assignment."[/color] The woman responded with a curtsey. The duke considered that for a moment and then waved her off with a grunt as the car came around. 

[color=FBC747]"What a waste of opportunity."[/color] The vampire grumbled as he stepped aside for Eris to enter the open door. [color=FBC747]"However, neither here nor there. Tonight is about showing the great Eris Samael a pleasant and relaxing evening!"[/color]

Must be nice to go to a bathhouse and skip all classes, though Eris assumed that was a guard dog's privilege. He knew for certain that Bordeleaux hadn't been to the Academy in some time, having all but abandoned it. It made certain things easier, at least not having to worry about any more authoritative eyes looking where they shouldn't be. But the timing was a little odd. A Noilan lapdog hovering around long after an arrest had been made. He'd have to see if Horvath would take the bait before getting solid evidence that the two were linked.

[color=ccff99]"Housing Ser Bordeleaux must have been fun. I didn't know he knew what it meant to relax,"[/color] Eris joked as he turned his attention back to the duke. [color=ccff99]"Coming in with a pretty escort, perhaps?"[/color]

[color=FBC747]"Ha! Escort! The only thing he bought was a loud mouthed new mage that he had promptly sent away. Damn thing was practically a puppy, yapping away when it was supposed to be quiet. Rented a room for it in Nalcha with orders for it to stay in the park."[/color] The Duke shook his head in disappointment. [color=FBC747]"No, he has his nose to the ground the entire time. Men, women, money- name a luxury and I tossed it his way. He came in on a favor Princess Nox owned the Countess a week or two ago and now he's doing who knows what. The arrest was made and the rumors discouraged. I have no idea why he's here. Just told to keep him alive and stay out of his way."[/color] Horvath shrugged.

That sounded incredibly cumbersome--no wonder Horvath seemed relieved that he finally left. It was too bad, at least if the Bordeleaux had brought something hanging off his arm, that would have made for something interesting to spread. [color=ccff99]"The Noilan thoroughness always leaves something to be desired…"[/color] The blonde emphasized, running a hand through his hair as he laughed. [color=ccff99]"It must have been an eventful week, but…"[/color]

But the arrest Ismene had informed him of had taken place [i]two[/i] weeks ago. The realization slammed him for all of two seconds before he noticed, feeling as if he was suddenly very close to something. There was a slight touch of tension as well, looking around. Well, he wasn't going to get hauled away by the [lucan title] at the very least, but getting arrested would probably put a damper in his plans. He did update his location before he arrived here, but Antigone wouldn't be able to bail him out if things took a turn for the worst. It looked like he was going to have to make a decision: either try to play it safe and get out, or take the plunge and see what else he could dig up.

[color=ccff99]"...at least he's gone. Can't say I'm a fan, much too serious,"[/color] Eris concluded, wrinkling his nose in disdain. [color=ccff99]"We shared a few classes and you could [i]feel[/i] the 'holier than thou' attitude. He accused me of disrupting the peace just because a few fans wanted some autographs. I'm not going to say 'no' to them just because he doesn't like it!"[/color]

He kept himself jovial, toning it back slightly as he rubbed his neck. [color=ccff99]"The size of this place is massive, how many amenities are there?"[/color] He asked.

[color=FBC747]"He's far too solemn for my tastes. I thought taking the stick out of his rear and putting something else there would help but clearly he enjoys what he has."[/color] The Duke gripped along side Eris, clearly less reserved on the matter now that he left. [color=FBC747]"Oh, the mansion? It has basically anything you may need. Did you want a tour of everything before we go out? I'd be more than happy to show off some more! Maybe even interest you in an invitation to a private event hm?"[/color] The Duke wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. [color=FBC747]"Very well, you twisted my arm! Take it to the lot, Mr. Samael is interested in exploring!"[/color] His cheery disposition changed as a mage appeared at the top of the stairs. 

[color=chocolate]"Sir, you still need to approve the alterations to the Diamond Top. They've requested your immediate attention since it's been so long."[/color] The man spoke evenly despite the scowl leveled his way. He remained completely unperturbed, clearly used to the job. The man seemed a little over thirty and cut a lean figure like most of the Duke's mages. Unlike the others, this man was dressed in traditional finery rather than the typical revealing outfits if the others.

[color=FBC747]"I'll be right there, you wretched taskmaster. You'd think he fancied himself a vampire with how he pushes me around. Please accept my apologies. I just have to sign this and I'll be right back."[/color] The Duke told Eris and then snapped his fingers at the mage. [color=FBC747]"Adam, keep Mr. Samael company until I'm finished. Anything he needs, you provide."[/color] Adam bowed and held the door open as the Duke stormed upstairs.

[color=chocolate]"If you would Mr. Samael, please allow me to provide you something to keep you occupied while the Duke handles his business. I'm sure it won't take more than a moment."[/color] Adam requested. [color=chocolate]"What would you like in the meantime?”[/color]

The Head Butler? Maybe, it seemed like a safe bet judging by how he was dressed. Eris feigned slight disappointment as Horvath informed him that his attention was needed elsewhere. The fates were smiling down on him, at least. Now to see if the opportunity would actually get him anywhere.

Eris openly let his eyes rove over the composed mage, the tiniest smile on his lips. [color=ccff99]“If I had a little more time, I’d be more than happy to ask you to take care of me,”[/color] He winked, pausing for a moment before continuing, [color=ccff99]“But tell me something if you don’t mind. I’d like to take him up on his offer, but I prefer as much privacy for as long as I can afford, if you catch my drift. How long did the Duke’s previous guest stay with him?”[/color]

[color=chocolate]“If that is something you desire, Mr. Samael, then I will oblige you as soon as I arrange someone to handle my duties in the meantime. The Duke certainly won’t protest your choice.”[/color] Adam spoke without missing a beat. [color=chocolate]“However, the recently departed Ser Bordeleux stayed with us for 13 nights and 12 days, technically. We primarily served to host his belongings rather than the vampire himself. Though it is erroneous to consider him a previous guest. Ser Bordeleux requested a room in the capital for another week and so long as SerBordeleux is in the territory, the Duke considers him a personal guest.”[/color]

Tempting, but Eris couldn’t afford distractions. Maybe after. No, he needed to focus. Only if he got what he wanted and was sure that everything was alright, [i]then[/i] he would think about it. That was a compromise he was willing to work with. With that out of the way, at the very least the timelines were matching up. And he was going to stick around for another week--was he going to make another arrest? There was the possibility that [i]he[/i] was next, but he wasn’t planning on getting arrested, so the only way Lucan Bordelaux was getting near him with a pair of handcuffs was in the bedroom.

Fuck, okay, maybe that was too far, he needed to get back on track.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he raised his shoulders for a moment before dropping them. [color=ccff99]“Think he’ll be coming back? He makes me...uncomfortable,”[/color] He lied, although he shuddered slightly to add to it.

[color=chocolate]“Not to my knowledge, sir. He instructed us to return part of his belongings to Her Majesty’s castle and the rest to his current accommodations. You’re safe from him for the duration of your stay.”[/color] Adam said. The Duke came bounding back, a sealed letter clutched in his hand and he shoved it off onto the mage as soon as he could. 

[color=FBC747]“There! I’m done with the whole thing so take it away.”[/color] The Duke waved his hand and turned his attention back to Eris. [color=FBC747]“I hope he didn’t bore you. He can drone on for days. Did you still want a tour of the grounds?”[/color]

Eris shook his head, chuckling slightly. The royal dog was lingering for some reason. There were too many coincidences, and with Adam's confirmation, he felt like he had taken a step in the right direction. “He reminds me of my Ismene--serious mages are always so adorable,” He said, dismissing the duke’s concerns. “A tour sounds lovely.”

[color=FBC747]“Excellent! Since we’re here, we’ll start in the garden.”[/color] The Duke exclaimed, wasting little time as he set off. [color=FBC747]“My groundskeepers collect plants from all over the world and bring them back here to flourish at my home. They’re segmented based on the colors of the entertainment space. Out front, we have two sections. The far pavillion is the Nightingale Gaze. We’ve surrounded it with high shrubs that conceal trellises for a variety of flowering vines. The roof opens up and with a little light magic, it’s difficult to find a better view of the stars. For the [i]romantic[/i] types if you will.”[/color] 

As the duke spoke, he guided Eris to the pagoda closets to them. The flowers around them faintly glowed red and pink. A small pool of water surrounded it and lily pads dotted it’s surface. Two stepping stones led them across the water and to the steps of the pagoda. Inside, a large basin sat in the middle of the room and several heavy drapes were rolled up. [color=FBC747]“This is one of my favorite entertaining spaces. This little place turns into a gorgeous sauna just hot enough to make it interesting for a vampire. I had it made to figure out why mortals enjoy those saunas so much. I still don’t quite understand but it gets the blood pumping! Metaphorically of course.”[/color]

Eris thought he would be more interested in this, but he couldn't quite understand why anyone thought boiling themselves was a good idea. He supposed it was one of those things you had to experience to understand, but it didn't quite grab him. At least the area was gorgeous to look at, and he had to admit the idea of a romantic night was much more appealing. 

[color=ccff99]"If only being a bachelor didn't work so well for me, I could see myself bringing someone here on a date,"[/color] He joked, running a hand through his hair.

[color=FBC747]“Haha! The night you settle down is the night I greet the sunrise. Though with your success, I doubt anyone in the realm would turn you down.”[/color] Horvath chuckled as he continued through the mansion. He pointed out various other establishments in the garden: a section for art, a specialty greenhouse with a table setting in the middle, and various other places to mingle. The tour of the gardens ended in the central courtyard, where a three tiered fountain bubbled and pieces of shaped glass caught the moonlight in the trees. Most of the illumination was from the windows surrounding the yard but a corner held a group of lit lanterns where three mages worked diligently at their students under the eye of a tutor. All three stood and bowed as Horvath and Eris entered but returned to their duties quickly enough. One of them kept stealing a few glances at Eris from the corner of her eye.

[color=FBC747]“The outside is spectacular, no?”[/color] Horvath boasted, unaware of the attention Eris was getting. [color=FBC747]“Is there anything you’re interested in indulging in your first night here? I’ll make it the first part of the indoor tour.”[/color]

Eris bit back a wistful laugh--he would like nothing more than to settle down, but that wasn't happening anytime soon. Instead he grinned, joining in what he assumed was the camaraderie as he continued to enjoy himself. Hm, maybe he was enjoying himself too much, he was starting to get distracted from his main goal. Horvath was doing a good job shooing him away from any suspicions, but he just needed one solid lead to go off of. He should have grilled Adam more when he had the chance, but he seemed a little too obedient--no doubt Eris could get what he wanted and more, but he would probably find himself in cuffs after the ordeal was said and done.

As the thought crossed his mind, he noticed the three mages bowing. Giving them a small smile, it hit him: he was aiming too high, he needed to swing a little lower. His smile grew, and he shuffled over to Horvath. [color=ccff99]"And who might these lovely ladies be?"[/color] He asked, quiet enough to be mistaken as genuine interest.

[color=FBC747]“Oh, these three? They’re newly Awakened. Still getting a handle on their magic.”[/color] Horvath snapped in their direction repeatedly. [color=FBC747]“Come here, all of you. Our guest is interested in you.”[/color] The girls looked at each other for a moment but hurried to follow the Duke’s instructions, coming around the fountain and offering the pair a curtsey.

[color=deepskyblue]“My name is Annabell, sir.”[/color] The blonde one spoke as they curtsied. [color=deepskyblue]“These two are Farla and Carla, sir. It’s our honor to meet you.”[/color] All their eyes stayed firmly fixed on the ground except Farla who couldn’t resist flicking up to look at Eris. The three of them wore a similar style dress, black with gold accents and the twins wore a few pieces of gold jewelry: earrings, rings, and bracelets. Annabell went without, only a small set of silver studs on her ears. 

[color=FBC747]“Have I finally found something that piques your interest?”[/color] Horvath chuckled excitedly. [color=FBC747]“If so, I’ll have to keep that in mind for future visits.”[/color]

Mages weren't usually something that caught Eris' interest, but he wouldn't be the first or last vampire to say otherwise. It came off as a little strange to him whenever vampires had a little too much interest in them, but that was neither here nor there right now. They were newly Awakened, huh? Just beginning to get training--no wonder the one was doing a poor job in hiding her excitement. Perfect. 

[color=ccff99]"How exciting. Congratulations, ladies,"[/color] Eris told them politely, chuckling to himself as he looked at Horvath. [color=ccff99]"I have a new mage myself--it'll be just a few weeks since my darling Maxwell Awakened."[/color] He could practically feel every metallic surface buzzing--if the kid ever heard Eris utter those words, he was sure he would be skewered--but he would have to play it up while he could. He hesitated for a moment, gesturing to the mages. [color=ccff99]"May I have a look?"[/color]

[color=FBC747]"Be my guest! I've only encouraged it since you came here."[/color] Horvath laughed as he slapped Eris on the back.  [color=FBC747]"It seems at least one of them has taken an interest in you already."[/color] Farla flushed and her eyes shot down while her sister's shoulders shook with poorly contained laughter.

Good grief, the man was desperate to have [i]something[/i] catch Eris' attention, wasn't he? He shook the thought off as he flashed a smile, using every ounce of his being to keep it as genuine as possible. Maybe he should request a massage as penance. It was an idea, at least, but if he went about it the wrong way, he'd come out looking bad. He needed to make it seem as if he had genuine interest in the little ones. There was a detail that caught his attention, and while going to the most eager was the obvious choice, he needed to play it off.

He took a few steps towards Annabel, lifting her chin gently. He eyed the silver studs, his eyes darting to the twin next to her, and as he moved down to the next, he looked back at Horvath. [color=ccff99]"Are you allowing them personal taste?"[/color] He asked, lightly touching Carla's earring.

[color=FBC747]“To some degree. They are permitted more flexibility than others since they haven’t been fully trained for their roles yet.”[/color] The Duke explained, gesturing at the twins. [color=FBC747]“However, the amount of gifts I bestow on them vary by their usefulness. These two earned their gifts after they pleased the Dutchess with a demonstration of their dancing. As you can see, she is still lacking. A decent mind but we don’t keep most mages for their intelligence. She’ll likely be given away in the next few years. Healthy genes, excellent bone structure, blonde hair and blue eyes. Almost makes you think of a certain breed of mages, eh? Perfect for breeding but little else honestly.”[/color] 

Aww, just like Sunny, except he was sure the kid’s genes were much more in demand. Tucking in the possibility for Varis later, Eris looked between the three mages, eyes landing on Farla. [color=ccff99]“Beautiful,”[/color] He made sure she was aware when he said it before looking back at Horvath. [color=ccff99]“We’ll have to keep in touch when the time comes, I’ll be looking to continue my mages’ lineage in that same timeframe.”[/color] He’d have to get Antigone a bride soon, so it wasn’t a complete lie.

Now that he knew what he wanted, he’d have to carefully lay things out. Eris did look back at Farla, reaching out to tenderly raise her face to his, giving her a gentle expression. His look lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have, and when he released her, he made sure his touch was remembered, fingers lightly brushing her skin as he let her go. 

He made a noise in his throat as he turned back to Horvath, arms open. [color=ccff99]“Honestly, the more I hear about this place, the more I’m thinking that getting an education was a mistake. I need to book a getaway here the first chance I have instead of dropping everything like I usually want to,”[/color] He said, though he flashed another brilliant smile. [color=ccff99]“Then the next time I get dragged to my mother’s parties I’ll have something to talk about."[/color]

The Duke watched the little exchange with poorly concealed interest as Farla watched Eris openly, stunned at the attention. Annabel flushed with embarrassment and she unconsciously leaned away from the other two. [color=FBC747]“Well, well! Flattery will get you everywhere here.”[/color] Horvath chuckled, bringing Eris in close. [color=FBC747]“Why not try our facilities first. Maybe a beauty or two on your arm rather than an old vampire will make the evening more enjoyable, hm? And once you know what there is, maybe you could bring someone to share it with.”[/color] 

Good grief, this man was so touchy! Eris was probably hanging around the nobility too much, he wasn't used to getting so close and personal just from talking. Unfortunately, he needed to play along, though if Horvath was offering his facilities, he could take advantage and scrub himself clean.

[color=ccff99]"What can I say? You've won me over, and I'd be lying if I said the idea of a little relaxation wasn't tempting,"[/color] Eris lied, taking a peek over his shoulder at Farla once again. [color=ccff99]"Maybe trying out one of the more...private facilities. Just to have a little fun."[/color]

[color=FBC747]“Fun is the name of my business, Eris!”[/color] Horvath chortled, snapping his fingers at Farla. [color=FBC747]“Since little Farla caught your eye, we’ll have her accompany you. Come, come!”[/color] Farla curtsied at the command, stepping in to take the Duke’s place as he stepped away. [color=FBC747]“Don’t hesitate to correct her if she falls out of line. Anything that doesn’t leave a mark is acceptable. And I’ll expect a full review of her performance since this will only be her second time entertaining alone.”[/color] Horvath waved the other two away and they scurried back to their corner. Carla watched her twin with worried eyes and Annabel turned all of her attention back to her studies. 

[color=lightpink]“What should I call you, Sir?”[/color] Farla spoke softly, tentatively placing a hand on Eris’ arm. The girl was clearly enamoured and thrilled he chose her. [color=lightpink]“If you follow me, I’ll happily show you a few of our private rooms to choose from. Unless you have something specific in mind, Sir?”[/color]

Did he look like a test dummy?! Well, it couldn't be helped, Horvath did say all three had recently awakened. He needed to count himself lucky that he didn't get both twins, working one on one was likely to be easier. All he had to do was turn up the charm some more, quietly get in her good graces, get what he needed, then ask for that massage since his back still felt weird after that slap. 

Eris snapped out of his thoughts as Farla touched his arm, holding back a laugh. She was eager. He put his hand over hers, leaning in close. [color=ccff99]"Just remember not to touch until you're given the okay. I'm alright with it, but others won't like that,"[/color] He gently reminded her. pulling back slightly as he put a finger to his lips [color=ccff99]"I won't say a word. It'll be our little secret."[/color]

He straightened up and offered her his arm, making good on his words. [color=ccff99]"Do you have any recommendations? I've been in meetings nearly all week, I could do with something quiet, tucked away somewhere we can be alone--to relax, of course,"[/color] He said, correcting himself.

[color=lightpink]“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll remember that, thank you.”[/color] She replied meekly to the reprimand as she took the offered arm. [color=lightpink]“If it pleases you, I think I know something that you’ll like.”[/color] She smiled shyly at Eris before leading him into the mansion, passing several other servants who stepped out of the way and bowed although eyes lingered curiously in their wake. The building got quieter as they moved further in and the air cooled. Bright lights switched to dimmed crystal sconces and the art on the all took a surreal quality.  Farla detached herself from Eris’ side with a curtsey and opened a plain wooden door.

[color=lightpink]“Would you find this pleasing, Sir?”[/color] Farla asked quietly. The room beyond was quiet except for the murmurs of water flowing down the back wall. Bonsai trees of various shapes and sizes sat on shelves on another wall with one large one boasting cascading branches that followed the circular cubby in a half moon pattern. Two crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, styled like vines and the lights leaves, that shimmered with soft silver and blue light. Two chairs sat in the center of the room facing the wall of water. 

[color=lightpink]“The waterfall can be opened to a view of the stars. This room faces over days of undeveloped forest so the light pollution is minimized. I can adjust the lighting, colors and brightness both, to your liking.”[/color] Farla explained. [color=lightpink]“I thought a massage would give you the peace and quiet you wanted, if you please.”[/color]

Eris let out a low whistle, looking around as Farla spoke. He knew someone who night actually enjoy this, but trying to wrangle some free time out of him for a glorified date would probably be tricky. But that was neither here nor there. This place was probably a little too quiet, but it would do nicely for now. The hard part would probably be not letting his guard down for too long or he'd end up falling asleep.

[color=ccff99]"This is a good suggestion,"[/color] He told Farla, loosening his tie slightly. [color=ccff99]"I'll take you up on that offer, if it pleases you."[/color]

[color=lightpink]“Your pleasure is my pleasure, sir.”[/color] She followed him into the room. Her voice was low and calm but she couldn’t keep the excitement out of her eyes. [color=lightpink]“Whenever you’re ready, please feel free to use the changing room to put on a robe. If you leave your clothes on hooks, we’ll have them ironed and hung. If you prefer to stay in your clothes, you can take a seat and we’ll begin with your feet.”[/color] 

[color=ccff99]"I'll be just a moment,"[/color] Eris said, freeing himself of his tie as he took her advice. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he began to undress, only pausing for a moment to send a text to Ismene. Even if she was busy, he was certain she would see it. After a few seconds of deliberation, he decided having a backup plan would probably benefit him, sending her some instructions. Once he finished, he put his phone on a shelf as far back as possible, snatching up the robe and sliding into it. It was soft to the touch, and he had to remind himself not to get too carried away.

As he returned, he slicked his hair back and off his face, stopping to look at the waterfall. [color=ccff99]"Your duke has good taste and an eye for design, I'm not sure if anyone else could have thought of any of this. Though, with such a beautiful mage like yourself, I couldn't imagine it being any other way,"[/color] He said, taking a seat. [color=ccff99]"He mentioned you have little experience entertaining others, right? Who are the lucky ones that got to see you before me?"[/color]

While he was gone, Farla set a foot rest out in front of the chair and a towel and silver bowl full of a viscous liquid next to it. She had taken one look at him in the robe and her eyes snapped down to the floor, her flush only growing stronger at his compliments. She placed a remote on the arm of the chair and guided his foot onto the stool, dipping her fingertips into the gel and then working it over her hands. [color=lightpink]“Before we Awaken, we’re only allowed to entertain as a part of a group. Dancing, serving, and other activities but nothing hands on like this. I’ve been dancing since I was thirteen but I’ve only done this for a business partner of the Duke’s a few months ago. He’s interested in harnessing solar power.”[/color] She started rubbing the bottom of his feet, using her thumbs to press into the muscles and the rest to press into the sides.. She kept glancing up at him shly, admiring him as he relaxed. [color=lightpink]“If you wish to recline or open the waterfall, that remote will allow you that sir.”[/color] 

Harnessing solar power, that could be anyone. Eris briefly tried to think if it could be someone he knew, but there weren’t too many vampires who would talk freely about anything up and coming like that, usually preferring to keep things to their chest unless they were pitching the idea to future partners. He briefly wondered if the Ghanie family was involved, but another name popped into his head.

Eris briefly fiddled with the controls, opening the waterfalls. As the mechanisms out themselves to work, he focused back on Farla. [color=ccff99]“That wouldn’t have been Nelson, would it?”[/color] He asked.

[color=lightpink]“Nelson? Oh no, sir. He barely commanded enough social standing to call the Duke, much less be considered a business partner. He owns, well owned now I guess, a few high end businesses in the territory. Now, the Duke controls it.”[/color] Farla said as she worked, still stealing glances up at Eris to gauge his reaction. [color=lightpink]“It was an Astorio. He talked a lot on the phone while I served him. He seemed pleased he’d gotten an audience with the Duke. He was grumbling about overly demanding board members and his business card was for Green Vision, Inc.”[/color]

Eris nearly blurted out a 'what?' of surprise, not having expected to hear a company he actually knew of. He wasn't sure if that helped or hindered him, but subjectively he didn't like it. Especially since he would bet his entire estate that he knew exactly who one of those overly demanding board members were. But he would much rather keep things going at his own pace and avoid dredging down that path if he could help it.

More importantly, Miss Farla was loose with information. Either she didn't realize it or it meant she was comfortable enough to talk freely with him. Whichever way it was worked for him, but if he was going to ask more, he needed to keep her attention on him and not on what he was saying.

Eris wringed out his hand, pressing a thumb to his wrist as he looked down at Farla. [color=ccff99]"I hate to be a bother, but do you think you could do something about this annoying prickle I have here?"[/color] He asked before looking down at his hand. [color=ccff99]"I must have flicked it one too many times tonight. But come sit next to me, it feels wrong to look down while we're talking to one another."[/color] He patted the seat next to his.

Farla flushed at the comment and froze like a deer in headlights at Eris’ suggestion. [color=lightpink]“I’m not sure the Duke would approve of that, sir.”[/color] She looked around, clearly nervous at the idea of raising herself to Eris’ height. [color=lightpink]“But I was also told to serve you and if it pleases you, sir, then perhaps it’s worse to tell you no?”[/color] Farla worried but slowly crept up to sit on the very edge of the chair, taking Eris’ hand and massaging circles into his hand. 

[color=ccff99]"Smart girl,"[/color] Eris winked, letting her remain where she was and shuffling a little closer. [color=ccff99]"That sort of thinking is exactly what you need to get by. Anticipate your master's needs, know your place, and you will be rewarded. Your duke may say there is no place for intelligence here, but clearly, you're already steps ahead of the other two."[/color]

He placed his free hand over hers, pausing her movements briefly. [color=ccff99]"This is why you caught my attention, after all,"[/color] he lowered his voice as he spoke. 

Farla bit her lip to keep from smiling as Eris complimented her but let out a startled squeak when he covered her hand and she couldn’t stop herself from looking up at him, staring openly. [color=lightpink]“Thank you, sir.”[/color] Her nervousness was clear in her voice but she couldn’t stop the proud little gleam in her eye or in the way she sat up a little straighter. Her mouth quirked up on one side in a shy smile. [color=lightpink]“I’m thankful to have the opportunity to please you, sir. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. That’s why I’m here after all.”[/color] She swept her eyes down him and then kept her eyes firmly on where his hand covered hers. 

He lifted his hand from hers, raising a finger to her lips for just a second. [color=ccff99]"And I'm very glad you are,"[/color] He said cheerfully, resting his hand on his knee. 

Eris let her work for a little while longer, thinking of how to carefully broach the topic. Fuck if he knew how much a just-awakened mage knew, but he wouldn't squander the opportunity just yet. The Noilan dog's arrest, Green Vision Inc, Tribelt...he couldn't quite connect the dots on what any of this had to do with some prophet, but he had to admit he was having more fun digging than he anticipated. Farla was cute, too, so he could say he was enjoying himself. He supposed he may as well get his fill so he could actually relax.

[color=ccff99]"Whatever happened to Nelson, anyway?"[/color] He went for the casual route of asking. [color=ccff99]"He was supposed to meet with my father for a potential trade, but then we heard that he had gotten wind of a scorned mistress or something or other. I don't suppose you've seen him, have you?"[/color]

[color=lightpink]"No one's seen Nelson since Ser Bordeleaux arrested him. He was saying the craziest things about the crown and some long dead mage, sir."[/color] Farla shook her head, her scorn for the vampire clearly apparent as she relaxed more into Eris' friendly attitude . [color=lightpink]"But Nelson was the desperate sort, Sir. Forgive me but I'm glad you didn't sully yourself with him. Now you can do business with someone worthy of your status, Sir. Nelson was a rogue mage apologist so the rumors say. Most people think he made this whole business with the prophet up and killed the poor vampire. Mr. Tribelt lost everything about ten years back, left, and came back changed for the worse."[/color]

Eris had no reaction to that, although it matched what Horvath said. He watched Farla work as the clicked his tongue, shaking his head. [color=ccff99]"Lucky me that the problem resolved itself, then,"[/color] He mused, deciding to get into a little repetition. [color=ccff99]"Don't tell anyone, but in old age, vampires do tend to go off the rails, their interests becoming bizarre. Even one of my professors at the Academy has a weird obsession with pineapples. Now I'm wondering what was it that he said…"[/color] He shook his head. [color=ccff99]"He had to have said something completely outrageous, right?”[/color]

[color=lightpink]"Well, yes. He told anyone and everyone about the lineage of Morgan le Fey, about how her brood would consume the world, and how some child or another would usher her in with dire warnings."[/color] Farla spoke softly as she worked, eyes glancing around. [color=lightpink]"But most people just assumed it was the inevitable path for him. He was always a little loose in the head and wherever he went, bad luck always followed it seemed. Plus, more than one suggested there was some sort of shadow always lingering around him. People said it was a curse but the Duke doesn't like people talking about that."[/color]

Of course not, because a curse means someone was responsible, which in turn meant that not only was it done to silence the duke, it was done because he was on to something. And if Eris chose to continue to investigate, he may very well be traversing the same path. It was a great risk that to most simply wasn't worth it; Duke Horvath was intent on silencing any murmurs of it, and if Eris' hunch was correct, then Duke Fernidad would either receive a threat or would vanish altogether from talking about it. And of course, Eris speaking of it right now was very well painting a path of doom.

But he'd be damned if he were to stop now.

Eris almost relaxed, but there was one more question he couldn't quite stop himself from asking. [color=ccff99]"And this so called child...what makes them different from the rest?"[/color] He made sure his tone gave Farla the impression that he took none of this seriously. [color=ccff99]"A mage is a mage. Magic is magic...even if there [i]was[/i] such a thing as a prophet, there's nothing that they could do that can't be done now, right?"[/color]

[color=lightpink]“I’m not sure, Sir. I don’t know much about her but I think so. I only ever heard that he said they’d usher her in, whatever that may mean. Unless he means necromancy.”[/color] Farla’s hands tensed and stopped for a moment before resuming. [color=lightpink]“What if he did mean necromancy? How else could you usher in a 500 year old mage? That’s a horrifying thought.”[/color] 

Necromancy was one way to go about it, but if that were the case then no one would be talking about it seeing as every necro mage was seized. Besides, that was too easy of an answer. [color=ccff99]“Oh, no no no, don’t you get those nasty thoughts in your head,”[/color] Eris hurriedly assured her, patting her hand. [color=ccff99]“I was simply thinking out loud, please, trouble yourself no further with any of those silly thoughts.”[/color]

At this point he felt that there was nothing more to be gained from the mage without putting her in a tizzy, or at least without making it obvious. But he learned a lot, and had a few ideas on where to head next. He’d have to make sure to step carefully, otherwise he was sure he would end up like poor Nelson.

But he couldn’t relax just yet. Now that he got what he wanted, he needed to make sure that their conversation was never repeated. Aside from some sort of memory-altering magic, the only real way to ensure that nothing would get repeated was to make the night memorable in other ways; after all, all anyone cared about were the highlights.

He gently took a hold of both her hands with his, lightly pulling her towards him. Gazing into her eyes deeply, he put on something resembling a shy smile. [color=ccff99]“Honestly, every time you touch me makes me wish you’d do it in other places,”[/color] He told her, placing her hands on his shoulders. [color=ccff99]“Excuse my poor topics before...but if you’d let me, I’d very much like to make it up to you somehow, Farla.”[/color]

Farla’s confused look at the sudden closeness melted away at his words, want and embarrassment playing across her face in equal measure. She worried at her bottom lip as she searched his face, looking for anything that might suggest a setup, but the tension eased out of her when she found no trace of deception.[color=lightpink] “I’m just a mage, sir. A vampire as prestigious as yourself couldn’t ever do anything that needs making up for. I’m only here to ensure you enjoy your evening, Sir.”[/color] Her eyes darted down to his lips and up again. [color=lightpink]“However that might be.”[/color]

Eris shook his head as he released her hands, wrapping one around her waist as the other one stroked her cheek. [color=ccff99]“I insist,”[/color] His voice was quiet, words only for her to hear as he closed the gap between them. He didn’t mind indulging her, the experience one she would likely gossip about for days with pink cheeks, and just for that little while he would make sure to focus entirely on her. It was the least he could do as thanks, after all.
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The sound of his phone going off shocked Eris, the vampire jolting awake. After a few seconds, he groped the area around him, keeping his eyes closed until he felt the smooth rectangle in his hand. He didn’t bother picking up, his finger pressing onto one of the buttons on the side and silencing the phone. He let out a groan, dropping back into the warmth of the blankets until a light bothered his eyes.

[COLOR=90EE90]“Rise and shine,”[/color] Ismene’s voice was accompanied by the lights turning on, and Eris pulled the blanket over his head. She was merciless tonight, yanking the blanket off and away with a surprising amount of strength. [COLOR=90EE90]“You have forty-five minutes before Angelique arrives with the paperwork I need you to sign. Everything must be completed before four o’clock, and once that is sent out, I’ll lay out the schedule until Moon’s Mirror.”[/color]

Eris turned onto his back, reluctantly opening his eyes. [COLOR=ccff99]“This is supposed to be the [i]one[/i] day that I get to sleep in,”[/color] He whined as he reached for the blanket. 

Ismene took a step back and made sure to stay out of his reach. [COLOR=90EE90]“I would have let you sleep in if they had been done yesterday like I had requested,”[/color] She replied, tossing the blanket onto a chair. [COLOR=90EE90]“Your sister also called, she needs you to bring something over to your mother’s manor.”[/color]

The blond forced himself to sit up, stretching his limbs and briefly contemplating going back to sleep before finally getting up. Ismene didn’t budge--a wise choice since he did consider just going back to sleep without his blanket. He threw her a look as he stood, and only then did she finally leave the room. Normally he loved her efficiency, but he was really looking forward to just doing nothing. Nothing that required much thought, anyway.

Going through the motions was easy, taking the advice given and revising any changes he didn’t like. He let Ismene talk to her little heart’s content, letting himself doze off once in a while only to get rudely awakened by a whack upside the head. After a few disagreements and some more discussion, they managed to finish before the doorbell rang.

Eris leaned back in his seat and let his head and arms hang off as he waited. He learned his lesson a few years back not to assume they were finished until Ismene would specifically give him the okay. As he listened for her approaching footsteps, however, he suddenly felt a burst of mischievousness. Waiting until he was certain she was close enough, he suddenly came alive and snatched her waist, pulling her to him. 

She reacted predictably, mainly with a shriek of surprise followed by a hard elbow to the rib. An excellent reflex, except he was a lot sturdier than any idiot mortal. He hugged her happily, finding delight in her deadpan expression. [COLOR=ccff99]“You’re the best, have I ever told you that?”[/color] He asked her.

[COLOR=90EE90]“You have. Multiple times. Mostly after forcibly grabbing me,”[/color] Ismene replied dryly, clearly resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

[COLOR=ccff99]“I can’t help it! You have the cutest expression when you’re caught off guard!”[/color] He squealed as he hugged her a little tighter.

Ismene squirmed for a few seconds before ultimately giving up, slouching against him. [COLOR=90EE90]“How long are you going to hold me hostage?”[/color] She asked.

[COLOR=ccff99]“Hostage? How rude!”[/color] Eris gasped, carefully standing up and still holding the shorter girl. [COLOR=ccff99]“I prefer to consider you the equivalent of a teddy bear. Except you walk and talk and do stuff.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“That makes me sound more like a pet.”[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“No, no, you’re...a step above a pet.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“And that would be?”[/color]

Eris gave it a thought as he carried her out of the study and into his bedroom. He whipped off his blanket back onto the mattress and settled her down on it. [COLOR=ccff99]“A mage,”[/color] He said cheerfully, throwing himself onto his bed.

[COLOR=90EE90]“Mhm,”[/color] She smoothed out her hair and outfit before crossing one leg over the other.

He frowned at her lack of an actual response. [COLOR=ccff99]“You don’t seem too happy about that.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“I have no opinion on something I’ve long since accepted from a young age.”[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“Aren’t you like twenty-five or something? You’re still young!”[/color] He scoffed.

[COLOR=90EE90]“Says the century-old vampire. I’m twenty-three.”[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“See? We’re young!”[/color] He winked, crawling over to the edge of the bed and batting his eyelashes at her. [COLOR=ccff99]“But you’re happy with me, right?”[/color]

Ismene eyed him warily for a moment before rolling her eyes. [COLOR=90EE90]“Sure.”[/color]

Eh, that was good enough. He made a show of sighing happily, propping himself on his elbows and gazing at her lovingly. The brunette had neither a reaction or a response to that, staring blankly at Eris. So cold, so professional, but something about her look just made him want to poke at her. Now that he thought about it, Alderman reminded him of her. [COLOR=ccff99]“What do you think of your future assistant?”[/color] He asked.

[COLOR=90EE90]“Pardon me?”[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“Maximillian.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“I believe it’s Maxwell. I think he would make a better bodyguard than assistant,”[/color] She said with a slight shrug. [COLOR=90EE90]“Aside from lacking some refinement, he’s alright.”[/color]

Eris sat up a little, eyebrows shooting up. [COLOR=ccff99]“Wow. That’s almost a compliment,”[/color] He teased.

[COLOR=90EE90]“It was meant to be taken as one,”[/color] She replied. [COLOR=90EE90]“I prefer interacting with people who can think independently, although if I were you, I would work on getting on his good side.”[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“He has a grump side and an angry side, there [i]is[/i] no ‘good side’ to get on,” [/color]Eris said as he sat up. [COLOR=ccff99]“He interacts with those he has to, if it were up to him, he’d spend the day sulking in his room.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“Except it isn’t up to him. It’s up to you,”[/color] Ismene pointed out. 

Eris threw himself back on his bed, throwing his arms up. [COLOR=ccff99]“I really don’t feel like putting in the effort if all I’m going to get back is sarcasm and uncreative insults,”[/color] He admitted.

[COLOR=90EE90]“Then why bother going out of your way to fulfill a request of his?” [/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]“It’ll buy me at least a week of reduced commentary. After that, I don’t know.”[/color]

[COLOR=90EE90]“You don’t believe in long-term effort for short-term gain.”[/color]

Eris let out a groan, turning onto his side. [COLOR=ccff99]“Eh, that’s what I get for buying a pretty face before talking to it,”[/color] He muttered. 

[COLOR=90EE90]“Then put in the proper effort. If you’re going to keep him around you may as well try to get along.”[/color] Ismene told him.

It wasn’t that she was wrong, but that just sounded like something Eris didn’t really feel like doing. He would have to think about it some, though he had a feeling if he didn’t give it a token try, Ismene would start prodding and poking until he conceded. Ugh, what was it about this mage of his that he couldn’t resist? Ironically, he should probably be just as enchanted with Alderman since he was just as serious, but it was hard to explain what was so different. Maybe it was the contempt. Or something, who knows. 

Either way, he supposed he should let her know that she had a point. To his surprise, however, Ismene would stand up and speak first. [COLOR=90EE90]“Since we have nothing else on the agenda, I think I’ll take it easy today,”[/color] She said, pushing her hair off her shoulder. [COLOR=90EE90]“A short nap would do nicely.”[/color]

Eris perked up, enthusiastically waving an arm to catch her attention. [COLOR=ccff99]“We can go to a spa!”[/color] He suggested. [COLOR=ccff99]“I have to go to Mother’s anyway, we may as well have a little fun before going over for a minute.”[/color]

She shrugged. [COLOR=90EE90]“Sure,” [/color]She replied, this time a little more earnestly. [COLOR=90EE90]“I’ll make an appointment and come wake you. Sleep well.”[/color]

How was he supposed to sleep when he was excited? It had been a long time since the two had gone out together purely for pleasure. Some of it died down once Ismene left and turned the lights off, quieting further when he realized he had to see whatever the hell his sister wanted. He would make a quick trip, in and out. He settled in and let himself relax, dozing off shortly afterwards.

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Stepping out of the car, Eris took the bag Angelique held and strolled up the walkway to his mother's mansion. Ismene had wisely chosen to return to the flat instead of accompanying him, but now he wished he had dragged her along for support. As he walked, he couldn't help but stop and stare at the horde of humans and mages carrying in lights and an assortment of bottles and furniture. The sight was puzzling, especially as a quick look revealed that not all the bottles were of blood; wine was included as well. He closely followed, a few humans bowing to him while others were directed. Pausing once again, he realized that some of them were wearing uniforms, and suddenly he understood what was happening.

Eris audibly groaned, continuing to the front door. He didn't bother saying a word to the silver haired woman that had opened the door, ascending the stairs as he noticed several servants draping crystals along the chandelier. It looked like she had redecorated since he last came, no doubt a new theme for her [i]party[/i]. Pandora Samael was a force to be reckoned with when it came to socializing, and she loved to be the benevolent hostess. She was well known for doing little in the entertainment industry despite her father's influence, but no one could deny that she always threw one hell of a party. Invitations to her home were often sought after, she knew everyone she needed to know through someone, and she prided herself in her family's reputation. 

That said, Eris wasn't a huge fan. He hated to admit it, but he shared his father's distaste for her mother's frivolous parties. They were often crowded circlejerks of vampires bragging about their latest accomplishments. The only parties he was interested in were ones where he could indulge in his taste for finding something pretty to hang off his arm, and these events of his mother's were usually people trying to rub elbows with him to gain her favor. If they wanted to impress her so badly, why didn't they go bother her and leave him alone?

[COLOR=8fbc8f]"Master Eris,"[/color] Another silver haired woman greeted him at the top of the steps. She was beautiful by human standards even in her age  but Eris couldn't stand the sight of her, doing his best not to show his distaste. [COLOR=8fbc8f]"Shall I call for your mother?"[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"No, Penelope, I'll see myself to my sister's room,"[/color] He replied curtly, ignoring her bow and heading straight to Harmonia's room.

The place was clean, at least, if cluttered with a variety of mages tending to a single vampire. She was perched on her seat, an arm out as one worked on her nails, two more on her hair, while another was carefully slipping her feet into a pair of heels. One was at the vanity scrutinizing a selection of makeup, looking up when Eris entered.

"Good evening, Master Eris," She greeted him in a clear tone that alerted the rest.

Each mage looked up for a second, returning a chorus of greetings, though the vampire gave him a rather amused smile. She looked very much at ease, platinum blond hair and striking green eyes being the first thing anyone would notice. She waved a manicured hand at him, crossing one leg over the other as soon as her heel was put on. Her sparkling gold dress hugged her well, though he felt it made her look pale. But like always, she just [i]had[/i] to be the center of attention. Or at least try.

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Look who showed up,"[/color] She commented airily. [COLOR=6b8e23]"What a surprise, I never thought you'd show up to Mother's party."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"I didn't know she was having one,"[/color] Eris said dropping the bag onto the nearest seat. [COLOR=ccff99]"Is that why you asked me to bring this over?"[/color]

[COLOR=6b8e23]"My exact words were 'at your earliest convenience' if you recall,"[/color] She pointed out.

[COLOR=ccff99]"Considering I’m only out of class for two weeks and I’ve had every other day booked solid, I'm pretty sure you did this on purpose,"[/color] He retorted.

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Mmm, I guess you have a point,"[/color] Harmonia mused out loud. [COLOR=6b8e23]"I guess you can just leave, then."[/color]

Eris rolled his eyes, though as if on cue, the door opened. A gorgeous woman with blazing red hair pinned back from her face entered, her blouse ruffled beyond all belief and a stark contrast from the straight black dress pants. The few jewels she wore only served to add to her elegance, her stride into the room confident and demanding attention even without an audience. The mages all immediately stopped what they were doing, but she extended her hand to signal them to continue whatever they were doing. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Eris, a brilliant smile on her face as she looked at him.

[i]Fuck[/i]. [COLOR=ccff99]"Hello, Mother,"[/color] He greeted her, bracing himself.

[COLOR=3cb371]"Darling, how are you?"[/color] She greeted him warmly. [COLOR=3cb371]"I didn't think you were going to attend."[/color]

Eris held back his groan, throwing a quick look at his sister, who was rather smug as the mages finished her hair. What a trap. [COLOR=ccff99]"I wasn't aware that you were having another...event,"[/color] He ended up admitting.

Surprisingly, it didn't seem to phase her, although she did tug at his sleeve. [COLOR=3cb371]"I would love it if you would attend,"[/color] She said, adjusting his collar. [COLOR=3cb371]"Since you're already here, I can see if your father has something in his closet for you."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"Mother, no,"[/color] Eris protested, swatting her hands away. [COLOR=ccff99]"I don't have the time to be standing around listening to Duke Frederick talk about the 'good old days' or whatever he calls it."[/color]

Pandora looked at Eris curiously, ignoring Harmonia's snickering. She smiled at him warmly, tilting her head slightly. [COLOR=3cb371]"But it would be so nice to have you here,"[/color] She replied simply. [COLOR=3cb371]"I haven't seen you since you decided to enroll in Her Highness’ school."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"It's only been about a month,"[/color] He pointed out.

[COLOR=3cb371]"That's almost an eternity for a mother,"[/color] She informed him, taking a moment to inspect him carefully with chartreuse eyes. [COLOR=3cb371]"I don't think your sister has enough sway to put you in such a mood...things are going well for you. What troubles you so?"[/color]

Eris tried not to roll his eyes. Great, she was getting [i]ideas[/i] that something was wrong when everything was fine. Sure, he was a little stressed out, but it really wasn’t anything worth talking about, less so with the harpy sitting in her seat with the stupidest smirk on her face. Of all the things to be petty about, why this?

[COLOR=ccff99]"I'm a little tired, that’s all,"[/color] Eris said. 

[COLOR=3cb371]"You look it,"[/color] Pandora replied, frowning. 

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Maybe he’s cracking under the stress of keeping his grades up,"[/color] Harmonia commented.

Pandora ignored her, taking Eris by his arm and gently leading him out of the room. He couldn't bring himself to properly fight it, but he supposed that this was inevitable. They entered into an empty room, and she situated herself at the edge of the bed, giving him her full attention. His mood soured as he realized this was his father’s room--she was getting better and better at manipulating things the way she wanted.

[COLOR=3cb371]"What is it, my darling?"[/color] She asked him.

[COLOR=ccff99]"I really don't have the energy to mingle tonight,"[/color] He replied. [COLOR=ccff99]"The phone has been ringing off the hook since everyone knows I’m on break, I'm completely swamped."[/color]

Pandora took pity on him, standing up so she could get closer to him. She placed a kiss on his temple, giving him a warm smile. [COLOR=3cb371]"You know what would help?"[/color] She asked. When he shook his head, she squeezed his hand. [COLOR=3cb371]"Taking a night off and having a little fun."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"No, Mother, [i]please[/i],"[/color] Eris whined, pulling his hand away from her. [COLOR=ccff99]"I do [i]not[/i]--”[/color]

[COLOR=3cb371]"And what better way to recover than with a blonde or two?"[/color] She countered. [COLOR=3cb371]"Just think of it, darling, you would be the [i]star[/i] of this party. The last sparkle to make this place shine like a crystal chandelier."[/color]

Eris scowled at her, crossing his arms tightly. He should have known she was going to try to twist this to her advantage. The door opened and Pandora stood as a vampire strolled in, paying no mind to the pair.

[COLOR=3cb371]"My sweet, your son will be joining us tonight,"[/color] Pandora said before Eris could stop her.

The vampire stopped, looking over at the pair with a confused expression. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back and away from his blue-green eyes that flickered between the two, landing on Pandora. After a moment he raised his eyebrows as he loosened his tie. It was difficult to believe that the man was married to such a vibrant woman, with Eris constantly wondering why the two even got together. 

[COLOR=9adc32]"Marvelous,"[/color] He commented dryly. [COLOR=9adc32]"I need to change."[/color]

Eris rolled his eyes as he stood from his seat. [COLOR=ccff99]"I'm not staying, so don't worry about that,"[/color] He said, giving his mother an apologetic look. [COLOR=ccff99]"I'll see you later, Mother."[/color]

Pandora snatched his arm as she gave him a pleading look. [COLOR=3cb371]"It's been three decades since the four of us have all attended together,"[/color] She said. [COLOR=3cb371]"You'll be occupied at the academy for the next few years, your father has just closed on a big deal, and your sister has promised to behave. Stay with us. Please."[/color]

His eyes flickered to his father, the man watching Eris. [COLOR=ccff99]"[i]Fine[/i],"[/color] Eris conceded, much to her delight and apparently his father's amusement as he swore he heard him chuckle.

[COLOR=3cb371]"Oh, perfect!"[/color] She clapped excitedly, turning him around and pushing him out the door. [COLOR=3cb371]"Wait for me in the guest room, I'll be right over with a few options."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"But--"[/color] Eris' protest was met with a closed door, leaving him alone in the hallway. He bumped his head against the door, wondering why he caved in so easily. The thought of having something physical at the end of the night did help, but he wasn't looking forward to this at all. He pushed himself off the wall, turning towards the guest room as he watched a few more servants scurry past, bowing their heads to him before continuing. At the end of the hall, Harmonia emerged from her room, leaning against the wall as she looked at him.

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Got roped in, didn't you?"[/color] She guessed correctly.

[COLOR=ccff99]"All that hoopla just because you didn't want to be the only attendee with Mother,"[/color] He decided to call her out. [COLOR=ccff99]"How did you manage to drag Father into this?"[/color]

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Because her theme is [i]'Celebration'[/i], apparently,"[/color] Harmonia said, waving her hands. [COLOR=6b8e23]"And what better way to celebrate your accomplishments than with a party?"[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"You must be really bored,"[/color] Eris replied, earning a scowl from her. [COLOR=ccff99]"You hate these parties, too."[/color]

[COLOR=6b8e23]"Well, I'm actually hoping that you being there takes the attention off of me. I'm hoping a certain someone shows up so I can have a little snack."[/color] She confessed, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. 

Of course. [COLOR=ccff99]"Have fun with that,"[/color] He said, shaking his head. 

Harmonia let him take all of two steps before she blocked him. [COLOR=6b8e23]"What's going on with you?"[/color] She suddenly asked.

[COLOR=ccff99]"Nothing, I’d rather you not cause a headache for Mother and Father to clean up,"[/color] He snapped, walking around her. [COLOR=ccff99]"And if you're going to continue to pull stupid ploys like this, at least have the deceny to [i]pretend[/i] you're being sneaky."[/color]

[COLOR=6b8e23]"It worked, didn't it?"[/color] She called after him as he entered the guest room.

He closed the door behind him, ignoring her completely. He stopped as he noticed Penelope folding clothes, the woman slightly startled by his entrance. She bowed to him, straightening up as she smiled at him. Eris stared at her for a moment, wondering why she was doing laundry. From the look of it, she had been folding men's clothing, but the last time he was around he recalled his father getting upset over that for some reason.

[COLOR=ccff99]"I'm guessing this isn't my old closet anymore,"[/color] He sighed, rubbing his temples.

[COLOR=8fbc8f]"Your mother decided to move your things into your old bedroom, sir,"[/color] She informed him politely.

Figures as much. It was like she was trying to trap him here in case he felt like running out. Letting out a low hum, he shook his head as he looked at her. [COLOR=ccff99]"Penelope, I thought Father had asked you to leave that to one of the servants,"[/color] He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

[COLOR=8fbc8f]"I'm only getting his bag ready, sir,"[/color] She assured him, gesturing to the open luggage on a seat next to her. [COLOR=8fbc8f]"He'll be leaving at sundown tomorrow. I thought it best if he had it ready so he could enjoy himself tonight."[/color]

[COLOR=ccff99]"So he could enjoy himself, or to enjoy you?"[/color] Eris asked, raising an eyebrow.

Penelope frowned at him, lowering her head. [COLOR=8fbc8f]"That isn't what I meant, sir,"[/color] She said.

It was uncalled for, sure, but his mood had soured enough as it was. But something about this woman had always irritated him, so he didn't think twice when he continued as he approached her. [COLOR=ccff99]"Still, he wouldn't want you to overwork yourself. Too shy to ask the maids? I'd be happy to help. I'm sure the favoritism has left you with few friends here,"[/color] He offered.

She shook her head. [COLOR=8fbc8f]"That won't be needed, sir,"[/color] She declined. 

As Eris opened his mouth the door opened, his jaw snapping shut as he looked over his shoulder. His father stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed at Eris. 

[COLOR=9adc32]"I need Penelope,"[/color] He said simply.

Eris took a step back, gesturing towards the woman. [COLOR=ccff99]"She's all yours, isn't she?"[/color] He replied.

[COLOR=9adc32]"Watch it,"[/color] He warned, catching the implication immediately. For someone who buried his nose in paperwork all day, he still had an ear for underlying insults. 

[COLOR=8fbc8f]"Vincent, please,"[/color] Penelope said quietly.

Eris rolled his eyes, knowing how his father positively melted anytime the woman used his name. And sure enough, his look softened as he approached her, ignoring Eris entirely. [COLOR=9adc32]"The servants can handle this. Come,"[/color] He urged her gently.

[COLOR=ccff99]"No, you stay,"[/color] Eris insisted, pushing past him as he made his exit. Watching those two together in the same room was just too much for him. He shuddered as he made his way back to where he thought his old room was, only pausing as he noticed two servants bringing in a rack of suit jackets. Great, his mother was going all out and playing dress up with him again. Tonight was going to suck.[/indent][/hider]