[center][h1][b][color=DAF6C7]Ríoghnach "Riona"[/color][/b][/h1] [color=DAF6C7]Time:[/color] 6PM
[color=DAF6C7]Location:[/color] Guest House Dining Room
[color=DAF6C7]Interaction:[/color] Leo [@Helo][/center]

[color=DAF6C7][i]Screw the f**king Gods,[/i][/color] Riona thought when she discovered who the attendees were. [i]Of course,[/i] they chose [i]her[/i] out of all the servants, as extra help for the Alidasht dinner. And [i]of course,[/i] the Shehzadi (who might’ve recognized her), the Prince (whom she called a monster to his face), and godsdamn Sh*tlord had to be present. [color=DAF6C7][i]Fan-f**king-tastic.[/i][/color]

Best-case scenario, the dinner would end without anyone noticing her. It wasn’t impossible: Riona could’ve been wrong about Shehzadi Mayet recognizing her at the contest; Prince Auguste shouldn’t be able to identify her as long as she didn’t speak around him; and the Lordling probably didn’t have the brain capacity to remember the faces of “nobodies.” Worst-case scenario, Riona’s name would replace Darryn’s in Lady Morrigan’s notebook.

But, since Riona wasn’t allowed to have nice things today, the best-case scenario ran straight out the door the second Lordling Smithwood waltzed in and recognized her. [color=DAF6C7][i]Because of course, he f**king does.[/i][/color]

Riona kept her face neutral, not bothering to plaster a polite smile, fighting the urge to scowl. She had to act like a proper servant, after all, and she couldn’t afford to give herself away with Shehzadi Mayet and Prince Auguste close by. [color=DAF6C7]“Good evening, Lord Smithwood.”[/color] She bowed as she had been trained to do. [color=DAF6C7]“Please follow me to your seat.”[/color] Riona promptly escorted the Lordling to his seat and pulled out the chair for him.

Oh, and how much she wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face as he strutted over. He clearly relished seeing the rude servant put in her place, serving him (her so-called “better”) without complaint or defiance. Maybe it wasn’t too late to make a quick trip to the stables and grab a handful of manure. 

Since that wasn’t an option, Riona improvised. 

Just as Lordling Smithwood was about to take his seat, instead of pushing the chair in, the maid pulled it back. Even though she didn’t pull the chair away far enough for his a** to drop to the floor, it still caused him to lose his balance. She hid her amusement as he flailed briefly to regain his balance and, later, his composure. When he shot her a glare, Riona “coughed” and left him to attend to the other guests.