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Time: 10:00 AM
Location: The Archery Contest
Interaction: Technically none, but a shoutout to Cas’s competitor @Alivefalling


Cassius watched the others compete just long enough to get the basics down. He was a good archer…not an excellent one, but he would not turn down the opportunity for healthy competition. He knew his limitations, and was sure that most of these blue bloods had taken years of private archery training with the finest instructors the kingdoms could muster. He was not fortunate enough to have that luxury. In fact, he remembered teaching himself how to string a bow and nock an arrow in the barn behind the stables after completing his eight and half hours worth of daily chores. It wasn’t until he joined the Iron Wolves that he really got a lesson or two on the proper form. Mostly, though, he learned in the heat of battle.

He was ushered towards the competition area as he heard his name announced for the first time.

"Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien against ...Isaac? Who's Isaac?"

Cassius chuckled at the “Who’s Isaac?”...He also did not know who Isaac was, but it mattered not, because all of these people were strangers to him. As his name was announced there was almost a quiet that encapsulated the audience. It was an audible moment of confusion with little more than hushed whispers and gossip filled questions coming from the crowd. His smile widened. He lived for that chaos and curiosity.

As he entered the field of view, Cassisus confidently approached his station, turning to the crowd and giving them a little wink and nod as he did so. He had not even considered needing to bring his own bow until this moment, but was thankful when someone handed him one upon his approach. He tested the weight of the weapon; it was sufficient but definitely not the kind of bow he was used to. The curiosity within him began to grow. He was completely unsure how he would perform, but the pressure of exhibition normally caused him to rise to the occasion. He had never actually competed in archery before, and was self aware enough to doubt that he’d perform as well as he would in a real battle. The stakes meant everything, and the stakes here were nowhere near life or death. Or so he hoped.

This was to be his first introduction to the court for which he now belonged, in name at least, so to make a total fool of himself would be something difficult to live down. Win or lose, he just hoped to put on a spectacle and catch the eyes of curious onlookers from across the noble families. It was time to begin.

Cassius didn’t even pay mind to his opponent other than a quick nod. He decided to focus just on the task at hand and save any spare attention for pandering to the crowd. This would be fun. He turned to the audience and made a show of pulling his first arrows. He tried to wink and give the look to as many beautiful people in the crowd as he did so, but realized quickly that this particular crowd was MOSTLY beautiful people. Nocking his first arrow, he pointed straight towards the sky and slowly drew the string back into position. He then lowered his bow methodically and aimed at the target. He turned back to give the crowd a sly smirk before turning towards his mark and released….

It was a good shot! Not quite a bullseye, but a helluva first shot to say the least. He quickly drew another arrow and loosed it. This shot was nowhere near the bullseye. Fuck. With a quick sigh and a long breath he nocked his third arrow. Again, he turned to the crowd to give a sarcastic little shrug to make light of his second shot. Then he readied himself and released the third arrow. Time slowed down in this moment as the pointed reed traveled towards the target. BULLSEYE!!! He gave the crowd a playful bow and really turned on the charm as he smiled. What’s the point if he couldn’t make his debut a pleasure? He nocked the final arrow for this round and let it loose. It barely hit the target at all.

His second round went about as well as the last. His first shot was decent, his second was another bullseye…with more playing to the crowd of course, and his third was almost a miss as he got a little too arrogant in the moment, but his final shot of round 2 was decent again. Thus far he had totaled 40 points. He hadn’t even glanced at his competitor since they had started, but he liked to imagine that he was well ahead in points over the man. Time would certainly tell. Now for round 3.

This was the final round. Probably the most important round. It was also his worst of the three. Cassisus hit a decent first shot for five points. Then he completely missed the target. With a playful grimace and shrug he elicited decent laughs from the crowd. Most of them were going along for the ride, but he was sure there were some that were not a fan of his antics. He lowered his bow and turned to face the audience directly.

“And for my final trick. Prepare to be amazed…no, bewildered…perhaps even titillated.” With a flourish he removed his coat and made a show of tying the sleeves over his eyes. “As you can see…I can’t.” He put on another flirtatious smile before turning back to his target. He lifted the makeshift blindfold over one eye just long enough to make sure he was truly facing the right direction, nocked an arrow and released. He was sure that he’d miss the target completely…but alas…he heard the impact. Ripping the blindfold off he saw the arrow had indeed hit its mark…not a bullseye, but fucking close. He was amused, impressed, and honestly a little thankful because that was sure to make an impression regardless of the actual outcome. With his final shot earning him seven points, his total climbed to 55. Time to see how the other guy was doing.
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Time: 10am
Location: Sorian Park
Interactions: Lady Priscilla @mellowdy, Crystal @Heartfillia, Kieran @prosaic, Duke Lorenzo Vikena @FunnyGuy
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The very momeny Crystal's guards replied to her, Mayet's expression immediately hardened as she tightened her grip on her ring-blade.

"You two ignorant fools have no idea who I am... Do you? No... Of course you don't... To approach royalty with two armed bodyguards, despite the former having none would already be insanity... Let alone if that royal is me..." Mayet said, with sharp eyes and visible anger in her voice as she looked at the guards.

"You two should step back, lest I paint this beautiful grass red with your blood..." Mayet said with a cold, threatening stare as she looked towards the guards, once again with no semblance of fear in her expression.

If her stare wasn't enough, even the guards could clearly tell that, judging by her tone, her words were definitely more than just a simple bluff.

Fortunately Mayet, at least at that moment, was at least somewhat placated when Crystal, ate the bit of pancake she had 'offered' previously.

"Good. I would advise you to rein in your bodyguards... I will overlook this incident, since you were so kind to bring me a pancake." Mayet said, her expression softening a bit as she took a bite of the pancake herself.

"Hm... It's a bit... plain... but overall, the taste is indeed quite interesting! It seems it would go quite well with the most varied toppings!" Mayet said, surprised after tasting it.

"I am grateful for your kindness." she said, taking another glance towards Crystal, smiling at her.

Soon after, the red haired man introduced himself as he replied her small provocation with a quick, smart reply, mentioning how it wasn't polite to say that from a distance.

"Quick thinking... That was a smart reply." Mayet said with a chuckle and an amused expression, a subtle but still noticeable sign of her approval.

While most noblewomen would find such a... bold and direct compliment rather scandalous, Mayet did not react in such a way. Instead, her reaction was clearly directed towards his reply. The feeling she gave of as she spoke was almost as if her posture, her tone and her very presence made it clear that she knew she was beautiful... and definitely didn't need validation from anyone.




That entire situation was so absurd Mayet found it hard to believe it was happening. It was honestly, incredibly hard to either miss or confound Mayet with someone else... Even back in Alidasht. And despite that, the Caesonian nobles still seemed to be very determined to make Mayet lose her composure and kill someone.

"I will not repeat myself..." Mayet said as she looked towards Lady Harlow, finally getting up as she gave a step forward just after Kieran said it would be smart if Lady Harlow followed her suggestion.

Truth be told, Mayet didn't act because she was protecting Priscilla. Her only reason to act was that not only that 'Lady Harlow' was disturbing her peace, but she had the gall to approach without being called and even ignored Mayet! Which probably was the biggest offense among the others...

It was at that moment that she heard a faintly familiar voice calling her... A voice that did not bring her any good memories...

“Mayeeeet!”

The death stare she gave towards Duke Vikena as he called her, without even using her title, was honestly, terrifying. Was that her fault, for being merciful and even kind enough to give him a few words of advice back at the ball? Did he mistake her mercy and kindness and now thought they were now close?

Shocked, Mayet watched in silence as Lorenzo proceeded to invite her to his garden, mentioning how a royal like her didn't need to sit in the grass and how her chef could prepare them some meat. For the first few seconds, Mayet could do nothing but to stare, still trying to understand what was that man's objective in approaching her like that, despite what he went through previously.

"My intention when I came to this park was to take a moment to calm down and relax. Maybe even watch the archery competition if I felt like it..." Mayet began as she gave a deep sigh, clearly trying to calm herself at least enough to not create an international incident after dismembering a few nobles for their behavior. Her words also made it obvious that it hadn't been a 'calm' day for her either, even before she came to the park.

"Instead... I've found myself holding myself back to not dismember a few ignorant nobles and cause an international incident!" she said, raising her voice considerably as she looked both at Lady Harlow now to Lorenzo and the strange man he pointed at as well.

"Do any of you have anything more to say? Will any of you continue to try my patience until something happens?" she asked, looking at each one of the offenders, almost hissing as she did so.
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With a hand firmly placed on her side to help with some of the pain, Zarai watched the tournament with an ever-present smile on her lips. She'd cheer when Anastasia would, encouraging the "cake man" against Leo Smithwood. She agreed with the princess that he'd thrown Kazumin under the wagon back in the Entrance Hall and therefore did not deserve cheers from them.

Ser Barrios had arrived shortly after the first round, handing out their snacks, and Zarai had named him "The Knight of Sweets," a name he seemed to enjoy. It was much better than any of the names she had thought for him when her mother said he would be following her everywhere.

She ate quietly, ignoring Wulfric's arrival to their little group and instead concentrating on the Alidasht beauty down in the field. A distraction for them both from Anastasia's brother. "I wonder if all of their women are as pretty as her." Zarai tried to whisper, but the crowd around them made it hard to do so. "Her sisters too, and the tall one. Layla? What I would give to spend a night—"

Next to her, Ser Barrios cleared his throat, and Zarai shot him a glare for even daring to overhear her.

"Zarai, it looks like we got an invite to the VIP table! Wanna go over and see Roman? It looks like he's got the best view too!"

"VIP table and the best view? I am already convinced." Zarai stood up but let Anastasia and Wystan go before her so she wouldn't hold them off her slow pace. She glanced back at Wulfric, sticking her tongue at him before letting an uneasy Ser Barrios help her down the stairs.

When the group finally arrived at Roman's table, she pulled away from Ser Barrios and greeted Roman with a smile. "Thank you for inviting us, Lord Ravenwood! Amazing price you put out, too; that bow is so beautiful."
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L O C A T I O N : Shooting Range
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Princess Sadie Varian @Potter, Lord Roman Ravewood @ReusableSword
M E N T I O N S : Lady Thea Smithwood @Tae, Lord Leo Smithwood @Helo, Verrick O’Hare @Aerandir, Lady Crystal Damien @Heartfillia




The archery competition was proving itself to be quite exciting, with unusual results. He found himself cheering for Verrick, despite any animosity he had reserved for the man the night prior. In all, the prince ha let the previous night’s undesired thoughts slip away with less than a sigh. This was much less of a concern for him when minding Lady Thea. She had looked much better in other lights.

He wondered if she would even have energy left for an evening dinner. She seemed out of sorts, embarrassingly enough. With this, he let out a small sigh. The woman was nearly impossible to impress upon people without some backlash. He wanted to think more highly of her but found himself at I some partial paradox.

As Verrick won his first round, Prince Felix felt a slight relief after Lord Leo’s poor performance. At least someone was representing the Varian Kingdom favorably. His hands clapped for the archer and a smug smile warmed his jawline. The excitement was rising within him, and he felt himself easing into the festivities — letting the visage of the evening fade into the recesses of his mind.

The prince took in another sigh. He scanned the surrounding area and saw Lady Crystal. A momentary flurry captured him as she caught his eye. Several body guards were concerning themselves with her presence. Before he could think much on this, the cheerful voice of his younger sister Sadie resonated through the crowd. She was cheering for Verrick, like a good Varian.

He had been unable to make his introduction to her, as she had missed the banquet. The princess was making her way over to a table with Lord Roman. He decided to make his way towards the table, as well. It was elaborately decorated. The man could be quite festive.

“Lord Roman, you’re having quite the time,” the prince made a small noble gesture before turning his attention swiftly to his sister. “Princess Sadie, it’s a pleasure to see your smiling face.” Sadie always made his heart glad, and he cared for her deeply, as not just his sister but his youngest sister. “You look beautiful this morning.”
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Location:The Park of Sorian
Time: 10am
Mention: @FunnyGuy Lorenzo



Even with a spectacle like the one at the waffle table, Duchess Victoria Edwards had no problem turning heads as her over-expensive carriage came down the path. There was an unnecessary amount of gold, with even golden statues situated in the front. It stopped abruptly as a hush came over the area in her immediate vicinity. The driver, who was dressed as if he were to attend a ball, stood up from his velvet seat with a thick roll of carpet under his armpit. He moved it in front of the carriage then rolled it out in the front of the door for fifteen feet over the grass. Then, he opened the door. The first thing many noticed was the beautiful gown and hat that adorned the woman as she stepped out. The amount of glittering jewelry on her was more than perhaps most in the park had ever seen. Her rich brown hair was back in a waterfall of chocolate curls. Her green eyes shone in the light as she held her head up high. Her gaze moved steadily over the park as she opened up a large, enchanting fan with floral detailing that matched her dress.

A smile slowly crossed her face as she inspected all around from head to toe in a single sweep.

Not even close.

"Madam?"

Victoria was self-aware of how elegant she was as she slowly turned to lay her eyes on her help. "Carriage driver." She addressed him. "Have you ever seen so much peasantry?" A delicate giggle left her lips as she side-eyed the waffle and pancake table, "Of course they arrive in hoards for free scraps...It's sad, really." The more she looked upon the situation, the more amusement crossed her expression, " Bring me my binoculars and my parasol, carriage man."

He was quick to attend to her needs, even holding the lacey parasol over her head as she so often preferred. She bit back her grin as she lined her binoculars up to her eyes. Victoria was able to pick out the scoundrel that was Duke Lorenzo Vikena like a watermelon on a table of grapes. This was just the reason she came to such events, if only for a moment. Well, there were two reasons! One was that she loved to look upon the poor and feel how rich she was. The second was to watch the drama. If there was a hot spot in town, then Duchess Victoria Edwards needed to make an appearance.

The yelling and cursing was not surprising from the misfortuned. They lacked manners and simply could not help such. A sharp gasp suddenly escaped her as a man was pushed into the waffle table. It had been absolutely delicious to read about all how the Vikenas had fallen from grace, if such a thing was still possible! She had enjoyed her tea much more than usual this morning. The fool was making his life worse and putting on a show of it today, just for her viewing. Oh, how she loved her life. She had been rather despaired over missing the ball, but now... Now, Victoria was ectastic. "Oh my, my. I'm so happy I came here today... Bring me a chair, carriage man."
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Time: Morning
Location: Her bedroom

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Laying in bed and reading the Caesonian newspaper had brought Layla to tears laughter. What kind of pathetic morons ran this town? How did they find time to publish this? The Damien family sounded wild, and the comments regarding a cowlicked blond had her giggling. Whoever that wanted girl was looked sickly and was definitely a peasant in her eyes. The comments regarding the Vikena’s had her holding her stomach from laughing. It seemed they were notorious for stupidity. Later tonight, they would dine with her family, something Layla looked forward to. She had briefly woken Zilal out of his nap from laughing and immediately apologized to him. She looked over the events and sighed. What boringness did this town have to offer? Were all their establishment as plain and boring as this?

The Taste of Alidasht caught her eye. While she pondered if these vampire-looking citizens could boil an egg, the delicious sound of silence was broken by a knock, followed by a familiar voice. Layla narrowed her gaze and lowered the paper. It was one of the last people she'd ever wanted to see. Her skin began to crawl while a surge of venom surged throughout her. She paused before answering to allow herself to relax and then sat up slowly. She gazed at the door with narrowed eyes and watched Zilal uncurl himself and face the doorway. ”Come in.” Her voice was cold and the scowl remained on her face. She quickly fixed herself up before he’d come in.
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Location: Guest House
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In the brief moments before Layla spoke, Farim felt an all too familiar tinge of emotions almost seep from under the door. As if to warn him to "stay away", he could feel Layla's general discomfort at his arrival, but he paid it no mind. His family was...eccentric and sometimes outright cranky, but after a good meal even the fiercest of animals can enjoy a moment of peace......he hoped.

He took a brief moment to fetch Thara from his quarters, only a few steps down from the door he had been placed at, and gently propped the door open before leaning down to pick up the several wooden boxes that were packed with flavorful scents that would likely fill the room. He figured that a high-energy greeting would likely get him the meanest stink eye he'd seen, comparable to his father's, so he opted to speak in a mellow tone that was still filled with that selfsame jolly nature of his.

"Layla, my cousin. I hope you are doing well. I couldn't help but notice you were gone this morning and still hadn't left your room." He organized the food and gently shushed Thara as she began to make slight coo's and caw's at the delicious looking food that was surely for her. "Not that it's any of my business. It has been some time since I've talked with most of you, and I do miss you all. How have things been in the days coming here?" He slowly and gracefully unpacked the plates and cutlery that were provided in the boxes and laid the meal out before them.

For the appetizers, beef kebabs and a chickpea platter. The main course was split into two main dishes: Lamb chops for Layla and Chicken Curry for Farim. To round out the meal, Farim had gotten some Caramel Crisps he figured Layla would enjoy as well as some Coconut Bites for himself, although he had a feeling there would plenty of sharing going on. He did not mind it any, though.

"Well? What do you think? I've yet to try any of their food but the presentation is something else, at least."
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Time: 10am
Location: The Park of Sorian
Interactions:@FunnyGuy Lorenzo @Prosaic Devan @Conscripts John
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Charlotte perhaps should have not been so surprised that John was brandishing a knife. She stressfully clutched her head, meekly managing, “Dr. Williamson... Please put the knife away.” Her voice had come out a bit too low.

He then asked the fellow with a blade against his neck if he wanted sauce. Charlotte swallowed hard as her gaze locked on the knife digging into the man’s skin. She took John by his shoulder to halt him, but luckily the patron immediately took off running. This scene had not gone unnoticed as many others were also staring at John with fear and backing away. This included Ruby as well, who had suddenly run off in terror.

She let go of John’s shoulder and straightened, stunned for a moment as most of the patrons were hurrying away.

Will it always be like this?

It was almost a nostalgic feeling at this point. For years, almost every event she had attended with Lorenzo had always resulted in some sort of chaos. No matter what, she loved him, but sometimes she just wished things could go normally. Charlotte glanced off in a random direction for a moment. Her imagination was quick to recreate the image of her parents’ faces as they ran through the park toward her. She couldn’t make out too many details of the younger version of her late parents, but she remembered those smiles. Even if they were from a time that felt more like a dream than anything.



Charlotte shook her head as she awoke from her reverie. The sound of a familiar voice had called her attention, the voice of a ghost from her past. She had not seen Devan in so long that it had felt surreal for him to show up here suddenly. “No.” She had replied after a pause. She wasn’t sure what to expect. The two had been close in the way siblings were once upon a time, in both the good and bad ways. It had been hard to avoid a disagreement at times. Then again, it had really been a long time and she was certain they were two different people now.

For a moment, she actually felt kind of excited he was here. It could be nice to be with family again and have that sense of normalcy with all the chaos occurring. When he finally greeted her hello, she smiled. Instead of saying hello back, she moved up to hug him. She figured if Devan was anything like he had been, he might not appreciate it, but she was going to do it anyway. “Devan! I’m happy to see you.”

For his sake, she kept the hug brief. Lorenzo yelling over to Mayet was distracting, anyhow. She glanced over to stare. Her reply was telling enough. Her gaze slid over to the man with the cane, who seemed to be staying right where he was. Though he seemed pleased the Shehzadi did not come over with her tiger, he clearly was sizing up that there were four of them against him potentially.

“ I will have my revenge, Duke. ” The man with the cane said and finally changed position. Then he knelt down to start cleaning up the mess that was now his waffle table.

Charlotte sighed. She glanced at the others, “I think we should all move away in case he changes his mind.” With a gesture of her hand, she walked somewhat away and awaited for them to join her.
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Tsukigami had been ready, even excited for it to finally be his turn when he caught sight of Wystan standing by the crowd. His displeasure rose and his excitement shattered. He realized that he couldn’t risk confronting Wystan in the day and would need to leave before Wystan had a chance to catch him. Tsuki had come here to escape everything for a moment, and now the man he wanted revenge against was here to ruin everything once again.

His first few shots of the first round were terrible. He even missed his second shot. In order to not embarrass himself further, he managed to focus and nail a 7 and 9. His head was spinning with his thoughts too much to even glance his competitor’s way as his interest in the game had diminished. Once he finished shots for the next two rounds, before the announcer could even say who won, he started to suddenly walk away without any explanation, leaving the range.
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Banjo Music
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Harry Morgan once again walked forward with his huge megaphone, waving his arm as he began to shout into it.
"ALRIGHT! That Isaac guy just LEFT! What the hell!?" Harry stared after Tsuki with immense confusion. Once he was certain that he was gone, he continued, "Regardless of the scores, Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien is the default winner! The Host gestured toward Cassius, who gained quite an applause for a man no one had seen before, and especially from the females. "Next up, Lady Thea Smithwood! " A male whistled at her appearance from the crowd. Harry paused to stare at him. "is going against Sir Matthias Larsen!!"

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Time: 10:00 am
Location: The shooting range
Mention(s): @Helo Leo, @princess Anastasia, @Rodiak Zarai, Nahir, and Matthias, @Potter Ezra, @Aerandir Verrick, @PapaOso Cassius, @Tae Thea
When Leo was announced, Wulfric clapped for him politely. He wasn’t inclined to cheer – unlike his sister and Zarai, who were apparently driven by pettiness to encourage that damnable baker – but he fiercely hoped the Varian would win.

Unfortunately, it was not to be. The two contestants exchanged some words before the match, and though he was so far that not even their facial expressions could be discerned, their body language told him enough. The baker bowed mockingly as he addressed his fellow competitor, and though Leo clearly had a response at the ready, Wulfric noted he was tense and unfocused afterwards.

The first round, the noble managed to edge ahead of the commoner, but it was far too close for the prince’s liking. Then it all went downhill, ending in a disastrous third round, wherein his friend missed twice. Lord Smithwood took the loss as well as could be, but he was certainly unhappy. Shouldn’t have let him get to you, Leo.

It was a shame the Varian man hadn’t won, but far more irritating was the fact that Ezra was advancing. If he dared approach his sister after feeling emboldened by his win…Wulfric narrowed his eyes, but otherwise remained impassive and unmoving while the crowd cheered for the first match’s winner.

This was when some girl came up to them, inviting Anastasia ‘and company’ to Lord Ravenwood’s table. Wulfric did not feel inclined to accept, so merely watched as the group trotted down. At Zarai’s childish action, he gave her a brief, coolly dismissive glance.

With the bench thus vacated, he deigned to perch upon the very edge of it. He arranged his sheathed sabre so as to be easily accessible – not because he expected to have to use it, but simply because it was good practice.

The guards didn’t need further input to know what to do; Graves had standing orders to remain by Anastasia’s side, Blackwell and Reyes each remained at the bottom of their staircases, and McConnell who’d been up top on the opposite side now descended to remain close enough to Anastasia to act if need be yet far enough that his presence remained unobtrusive.

Then, the second match began, and Wulfric observed with interest as Shehzadi Nahir faced against Verrick O’Hare. The latter was the same man who’d passed him by in the entrance hall just half an hour ago. Also, the prince could swear he’d heard that name before…Something to do with windows? He dismissed the strange stray thought, instead enjoying the competition. O’Hare won, and he clapped for him at the Shehzadi’s prompting. It was only because he’d remained in one of the highest rows that he saw the woman join Leo. So, there was indeed some mutual interest there.

Regardless of his sister’s and friend’s claim that the ‘best view’ was down below, he certainly had a very good overview of the general situation where he was. Here and there, he let his gaze slide over to Anastasia, to reassure that she was safe.

The announcement for the third match carried with it quite the surprise. A man who was likely using a pseudonym was going against…Vael ‘of house Damien’. My, my. A new player. He was a decent shot, and though Wulfric did not especially enjoy it, his showmanship was at least as good as his archery. Welcome to the game, he thought as he applauded.

The fourth match was an unknown knight, Sir Larsen, versus Thea. The blonde man did seem like someone he wouldn’t mind seeing from up close–

Don’t go there.

After a stern mental warning, he focused on his friend’s sister. He’d root for the person he was acquainted with, at least, even if he and Thea hadn’t had nearly as many interactions as he and Leo had. Go on, show your brother how it’s done.
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Location: Archery Range
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Roman watched the next few rounds of archery intently. Watching Leo and Erza keep up neck and neck was eventful. Every arrow hit and miss, he did not cheer just smiled and kept drinking his tea. Deep down he was a little happy the child wouldn’t get the bow. If he were to bet, he would put his money on Verrick. Luckily it would seem that the man was up next.

Verrick’s opponent was one of the Alidasht, an interesting matchup. The fact made him wonder how Mayet was doing after their dance last night. An arrow flying off into a tree turned his attention back to the shooters. He couldn’t stop his quick laugh at Verrick’s expense seeing as he had loosed the way ward shot.

The large man stood and applauded the woodsman on his win. Standing for a moment he looked around and saw that the very kind lady had reached princess Anastasia and given her the invitation. He could tell because she seemed just as bubbly as ever waving at him. Roman’s eyes caught Wulfric’s gaze for a moment which he returned with a slight tipping of his head. It seemed he was a beacon for bubbly and interesting people as an old face appeared near him.

”Good morning Roman! How are you? Good to see you! Isn’t this competition great?”

“Sadie?” he was not aware that she was joining them on their voyage over, of course he came over with his merchants, but no one told him she was going to be here. His questioning look turned into one of joy, “no one told me you were going to join us on this excursion.” He moved to hug her but paused and instead scooped up her hand in his. Her hand was smooth and small in his large rough hand.

“Im glad you were able to come I’ve missed our conversations on new inventions and improvements to designs.” He always had a soft spot for Sadie more so than some of the others. He wasn’t quite sure either his affection towards a fellow craftsman or because of one of his needs to fix things that are broken.

Roman’s eyes swept over every facet, blemish, and detail of the girls face like admiring intricate stone carvings. He couldn’t quite place it, but it felt like something was off in her features, he may not pick up on social cues all the time but even small or slight details when it came to things, he could perceive was a different story.

His hand tightened around hers for a moment and glanced at the crowd around them but didn’t see anything, the slight differences in her smile and voice could be just him overthinking things but still his gut instinct told him something was off.

“Princess Sadie” his tone low and his eye’s serious. “Like these fine gentlemen around you, my family all swore an oath to protect your family and the kingdom. That includes you. I am honor bound to follow your orders, to keep you safe, and as your friend.” He trailed off for a moment and smiled again, “I will listen to any of your issues, whatever you want to talk about, I will take even your secrets to my grave.” He has told her this before his way of trying to cheer her up.

His eyes looked up in time to see Lady Zarai and anna coming closer towards them. “Im hosting black smith lessons today at 1 pm. You should come join me before, during or after the class so we can talk about what ever you want.” His smile did not fade as he let go of her hand moving to the other side of the table.

Roman pulled two chairs out for Zarai and Anna, “its good to see you too Zarai, I have to say those battle scars you got sure do look good on you. Hopefully the other guy didn’t fair too much better.” He snickered at her knowing full well she will likely try to get back at him later today. “Ahh yes, the bow, it’s what happens when a noble house requests a weapon and only pays for the material needed and not the work of the craftsmen. The crest in the pommel is that of an elk, Regal, and a sign of protection.” He pushed her chair in when she sat down and moved to offer Anastasia her seat.

“Hello again Princess Anastasia, I would have loved to have been able to dance with you last night, but it seemed we at least had fun last night. Seeing as how I just woke up with a hangover, I can safely assume that the rest of you are still lightweights.” He smiled at her and chuckled to himself. “I do have to say, I am very proud of you. It takes some brass balls to stand up to your parents like that, no matter the repercussions you did a good job.”

Roman waited for her to sit down and pushed her chair in, pouring tea for all of them before the next round. He normally did this for others, as his family were brought up to take care of themselves when they had too. To others it could come off as him trying to be charming or pull favor from the young ladies.

The next round seemed to have started just as another approached their table, “Good morning, Prince Felix, it’s good to see you are doing well. Care to join us?”

He was ever inviting to the others and their guards, there was plenty of room. The match going on behind them seemed to be going rather well. Roman didn’t hear what the challengers name was but did recognize one of the men up at the shooting line as the man he had left at the Damien estate. He was still alive, so he supposed he was telling the truth. Roman took his seat and continued to watch the contest and the others that had gathered with him at the table.
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Anastasia had thoroughly enjoyed the next two had gone up. Zarai had been so right that the Alidasht women were absolutely gorgeous. Nahir looked like something out of a painting, not just in looks but in the way she carried herself. Verrick was as handsome as he always was. She found herself oogling the two’s looks rather than paying attention to their shots as she made her way to Roman’s table.

Once she had arrived, Roman had been so kind as to pull out her chair. She did not immediately sit as he spoke. This was yet another person telling her they were proud of her, that it had been a good thing… To her, standing up for someone whose life was in danger, who certainly did not deserve it, was the bare minimum. Her mind wandered to Lady Charlotte, who had offered her servitude without hesitation. She supposed the move could have been considered different since there was no telling what the Alidasht would have required from her, but it was hard for Anastasia to admire her much.

There was a part of her that had hoped others would have said more too, but holding on to that would only sour her friendships… and Roman and Zarai were ever so dear to her. She smiled at him and suddenly moved up to hug the large man, her cheeks slightly reddened,” Roman, I’ll dance with you any time. Here and now if you wanted!”

Her attention was hastily stolen by Princess Sadie’s presence. She beamed and ran over to wrap her arms around her in a hug from behind, “My lovely! I had thought you weren’t coming this year!!” Her gaze caught Felix’s as she had been hugging her and her brows threatened to lower as Thea’s words from the night prior rang in her head. “Good morning, Felix…Here to support Thea, right? ” She finally slid into her chair, her smile remaining.

The archery competition got certainly more interesting as a man introduced himself as part of the Damien family, yet Anastasia did not recognize him at all. She figured he was lying for whatever reason whether it be attention or for a joke. But boy was he a looker. Her attention was fully stolen for his round. She covered her mouth when he covered his eyes for his final shot. He had that flirty grin that was ever her weakness. To her astonishment, he managed to hit a fairly impressive shot. When he turned to glance their way, she gave him a wink and smile to let him know she enjoyed the show.

Anastasia glanced over at Zarai and whispered with a giggle, “Eye candy after eye candy. Any more of this and I am going to get a sugar rush.”

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Mary and Lukas both cheered for the Woodsman every time he landed a shot, and every time he did not, they'd shout words of encouragement. Mary even cursed out the squirrel that had distracted Verrick from landing his shot, prompting Lukas to do the same. Mathias looked at them both with a stern look that pointed more to Mary than his son.

It was the middle of the third round when the invitation from Lord Ravenwood finally reached the trio. Mathias looked back to spot Roman and gave the man a wave. He'd have to thank him later for offering a seat for them. Mary wasted no time, wishing Mathias luck and letting the boy give his father a quick hug before hurrying up to meet with Lord Ravewoon, whispering to herself.

Mathias only managed to catch the phrases "secure the bag" and "you'll help me charm the lord, little guy".

It wasn't long before the final round was over that Mathias approached Verrick, smiling at him and congratulating the man on his win. "Not bad for someone shooting with their weaker hand," He looked towards the Shehzadi, "Three point difference. I am sure you would have shot bullseye with your good arm in every round." He patted Verrick on his good shoulder this time.

Up next was Lord Cassius Vael against Issac. Mathias found it odd that people would only write themselves in as just their first name, but this was a public event, and it was probably a common man trying his luck. He watched the three rounds, distracted by his own upcoming match.

It was over before he knew it, and Mathias was called forward to the front. He had removed the blue blazer and rolled the sleeves of his blouse for better mobility before he approached the front. He turned back briefly, scanning the crowd for his son. Unexpectedly his eyes met briefly with those of Prince Wulfric, making him straighten out his back, but with the sound of his son's voice, he quickly spotted him near the bottom with the rest of Ravenwood's party. Seeing Princess Sadie and Prince Felix there also brought in another wave of nervousness that he had been trying to fight off. He did not wish to disappoint them, but at least whoever won this time would be a win for Varian.

When Lady Thea approached, he bowed to her in greeting and wished her luck before they were instructed to begin.

Mathias had once been good in archery when he had first picked up the bow, he'd been good until he realized that others were far better than him. The blade suited him better, he preferred to be up close to his opponent, their movements easier to read and see.

For the first round, every arrow landed on target without a problem, and although his score was low, he felt some confidence growing. Behind him, he heard Mary and Lukas cheer, he'd hoped that Mary would behave herself around the Prince and Princess, but that was clearly not going to happen.

The second round was worse than the last with only twelve points; at least there had been no misses. He shot two near misses and one just above the yellow line for the final round. His last shot, although a bullseye, was not enough to secure him the win.
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There was some level of admiration for Mayet, something he attributed to her intelligence and strength. She did not seem to be easily deterred, he did not envy those who crossed her, even less than he envied Lady Harlow currently.

When she responded favorably to his quick response, he couldn't help but give a crooked grin in turn. It had been a risk to do, bold-face complimenting another noble could go one of two ways usually. Not that he was terribly worried about his reputation these days, it helped to not drag more attention to himself than necessary. "I try," he responded brightly, playfully even, "It helps that you didn't shoot that down."

And as the situation escalated and people hurled their respective insults towards Lady Harlow, he couldn't help but wonder if he really would have been better off at home. As much as he liked to see Crystal, she had taken off in a flurry of skirts to watch the archery competition and left him with a handful of plates. It wasn't as if they'd really spoken much at all. The awkward exchange of compliments hadn't done much but leave him with a bad taste in his mouth.

Mayet was interesting, at least. She was more than willing to stand for herself, now facing off with Lady Harlow, who he imagined was no longer feeling all that prepared. Though Mayet was not acting on behalf of his sister, he was still grateful for her readiness to step up to the plate. It wasn't that Priscilla couldn't handle herself, but he'd long-since come to terms with the fact that he could be a bit protective of the people in his life.

He was left contemplative and still holding one too many plates.

When the Duke Vikena called out to Mayet, excluding her title, even he couldn't help but wonder exactly what gave him the gall. He quite nearly opened his own mouth to comment, but rightfully, Mayet spoke up. Her annoyance at the situation was something he could sympathize with. Oftentimes when nobles gathered anywhere, there was an expected level of chaos but this was unexpectedly chaotic. He wasn't sure anyone could apologize enough to cover the sheer mess that had been made of the park that day.

"I know I don't speak for everyone but I do apologize your outing has gone so terribly," he said to Mayet, grimacing somewhat. "It seems, at times, some of us forget our manners."

This last bit was directed mostly to Lady Harlow, who he'd already offended once today and saw very little reason to refrain from offending more. The Duke however... well, he didn't have much experience with the Duke.
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John expected a much more volatile response from that guy, but his courage only extended so far as to not having a knife pointing at his neck. Whether or not that was just a pathetic display of character, or a reasonable response to an unexpected psychotic action was up to debate. John was glad that he, along with these vulturous goons, was leaving the drama scene. It was a little unfortunate that along with it, the girl in pajama too was spooked and fled. She looked fun to talk to.

As for Lorenzo, who was left to confront who seemed to be the very angry (and also very edgy) organizer, he was quick to flee to someone for help. As much as John sympathized with the humiliation he had to endure the previous night, it wasn't necessarily a good look that he ran for help so quickly. He wished the Duke would've stood his grounds more. It was something that the doctor himself learned, being a man of peasantry breaking into the upper social classes. He had always been a soft kid who avoided confrontation, who wanted everyone to live together in harmony, who treated everyone with hospitality, but hospitality would only get you so far as the northern mountains. Sometimes, you have to be more aggressive in face of the vultures.

Glancing to his right was Charlotte, along with a fellow he hadn't met. Apparently, she knew him, so that's good. She also was gesturing both he and John to finally move away from this incident completely, now that the guy with the cane decided to let the Duke go. The doctor had no hesitation in doing so. It was not a fun event, not for the already irritated John, but he figured it was much worse for Charlotte, whom was perhaps the victim of so much humiliation and stress in the last few days. He couldn't help but catch up to her once she distanced away from the whole situation.

"I'm sorry that had to happen." John said softly as soon as he got her attention. "How are you feeling right now?"

Remembering the tears streaking down her exhausted face earlier, he offered his handkerchief if she wanted it. Or if she wanted some food, she could also have some of his waffles, which he was still holding in his other hand. But he also remembered that she wanted a peaceful time with Lorenzo, have some quality tea with him and her friends.

"Do you want to check up on your father?" He said. "We can still have tea together."
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Nahir had smiled when Leo greeted her formally, appreciating the respect he was giving her even in a much more casual setting. She pulled the shawl tighter around her, taking some comfort from it as she listened to him. It was a shame that he had no recollection of last night, and she had to be honest, it was gnawing at her brain.

“And my apologies for the distress last night caused you and your family, suggesting that party was reckless of me, a habit I should not have brought to court.”

"There is no way you, or any of us, could have known it would have turned out this way." She did not blame him for extending his invitation to her, nor did she blame Princess Anastasia for it either. They would have heard of the private party one way or another and ended up in the same situation.

She lowered her eyes to his hands when he turned his attention elsewhere. They were calloused, the skin hardened from what Nahir presumed various outdoor hobbies. They were large too, but the fingers were too thick. Would he think of her strange if she'd ask for a handprint from him?

Nahir heard him say something to her again, but her eyes had remained on his hands. It wasn't until he was finished talking that she realized she had been staring for a tad too long. She looked back up at him, smiling again after her mind finally registered what he had said to her.

"I thought that mysteries and surprises were the national sports of Sorian. It almost feels like home."

Her knowledge of House Damien was limited. She knew of the Count's two daughters but nothing else. A distant relative? A cousin or nephew? A bastard? The mystery of the man with the noble name did bring some welcomed distraction as she watched him shoot with cockiness unbefitting of a noble.

"Who do you reckon will win?" She briefly looked to the outer stalls in search of a betting stand. "Should we wager on it?" There was a hint of excitement in her voice.
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"Wow! I can't believe a woman actually won! It's a miracle! Round of applause! Nice try, Matthias."Harry announced. He continued after the applause halted with an intense tone, "And now we're on to round two. We will have Verrick against Ezra first, then Thea against Cassius second! This time it will only be two sessions of eight shots total for the round!"





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As the vermin before her spoke, Layla listened to him closely. She analyzed him and narrowed her gaze. Though her expression wasn’t fierce, she looked ready to go on the defensive. Zilal hissed at Thara and she quickly petted his head to soothe him. When he mentioned it not being his business why she hadn't left her room, Layla couldn’t help but snicker. Of course it wasn’t. At least he was smart enough to figure that out. Why did this fool miss them, she wondered?

As he began to organize the boxes of food, her curiosity was piqued. The irony of reading about the Taste of Alidasht and having it brought to her was a dream come true, though it wasn’t a prince doing it which was upsetting. As if she needed one, she then thought with a smirk. Once he’d finished his dainty organization of the food, she let out a sigh of relief. Though bitterness remained an aftertaste, she pushed it away. Somehow this bumbling fool had brought her favorites. Layla felt like slamming her head onto the wall.

”What do I think?” Layla inquired with a smirk. She stood up slowly and came over to the food. ”I think this food should be to die for if they’re advertising it as our food. It’d be a shame if it wasn’t like home.” Layla picked up a chickpea from the platter and began chewing it with contemplation. She raised her eyebrows for a moment, then began to continue eating more. Her expression twisted into disgust as she set the rest down and then began to taste the lamb chops.

”It has come to my attention that this kingdom should stick to learning how to cook before representing our country.” Layla replied dryly, then looked at him with amusement.”Well cousin, have you tried any of yours yet?” Though she hadn’t said thank you yet, her tone was less fierce and more neutral than before. From her, it was as good as a proper thank you.
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