[indent][indent][indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KC23pQL.png[/img] [/right] [/cell][cell] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [sup][h2][center] [color=BLACK][sub]S I R M A T H I A S L A R S E N[/sub][/color] [color=5B89A6][sub]S I R M A T H I A S L A R S E N[/sub][/color][center][sub][sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ff/d8/2a/ffd82ab740e7017d32f52a89d77f567e.jpg][i][sub]♖ o u t f i t ♖[/sub][/i][/url][color=gray](#1)[/color] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]S H O O T I N G R A N G E , 1 1 : 0 0 A M[/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]M E N T I O N S : [@Heartfillia][/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [/cell] [/row] [/table] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/5hvxqqK.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][color=gray] [color=a65b63]"I bet two gold that he’s a bastard from a mistress."[/color] Mary whispered, leaning in closer to Mathias. [color=a65b63]"He is handsome, that little show he put on during the competition? Ugh, amazing. It’s a shame, really."[/color] She clicked her tongue, and Mathias shot her a glare. Taken back by such a harsh look, Mary pulled back and bowed her head. Mathias flinched at Mary’s first statement, his eyes darting to the man. [color=5B89A6]"We shouldn’t assume. Or stare."[/color] He turned his back to the group, walking to Lukas. The boy sat in one of the chairs with Verrick’s bow in his lap and eyes looking up at his father. His gaze soften seeing his son, a smile spreading over his lips as he knelt in front of the boy. [color=5B89A6]"Where do you want to go next? I heard there’s a festival in the park, or we could head for a play in the theater. Or maybe a "[/color] Mathias brushed some of the golden curls from Lukas’s forehead, ignoring the rush of cold over his back. It felt like someone had dumped a bucketful of ice water on him. Lukas grinned, and Mathias couldn’t help but return it.[color=5ba69e]"The pa…park!"[/color] he exclaimed excitedly, his feet kicking in the air a bit. [color=5B89A6]"Very well,"[/color] Mathias stood up, taking the bow and handing it to Mary, not bothering to look at her for now. He offered his hand to Lukas, and the boy took it without protest and hopped off the chair. [color=a65b63]"Your lordship, a woman is approaching. One of Lady Damien’s guards, it seems."[/color] Mathias turned around, glancing behind the woman to see Crystal walking away from Cassius and her father. He couldn’t catch the expression on her face but judging from the pace of her walk and the stiffness of her shoulders; he could tell she was upset. Understandably so. [color=BA0505]”Lady Crystal regretfully has an appointment to keep. However, she wished to give this to you in person, but could not given the unforeseen interruption.”[/color] Mathias looked back at the woman and hthen down at the book offered to him. He took it carefully, examining the worn-out edges and barely readable title on the spine. He remembered he had asked for a recommendation and this was it, [i]‘Sir Ivan Whittlock’s collection of Fantastical true Stories.’[/i] [color=BA0505]” Her [i]personal[/i] copy…”[/color] He smiled, his thumb tracing over the cover and following the part of the simple pattern. [color=5B89A6]"Will you tell her I said thank you?"[/color] He finally looked at the woman, furrowing his brows at the look she gave him. She turned around without another word and left, unsure if she had heard him. [color=a65b63]"Scary."[/color] Mary muttered, looking at Mathias with wide eyes when he turned to face her. She bowed her head again, unsure if she had said something out of line again, but when he said nothing and began to walk, she followed quickly after. [/color][/indent][/indent]