[center][color=seagreen][h3]Drake[/h3]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/4vfplO8.png[/img]

[color=greenyellow][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/ySVMcU8.png]Coat/Shirt[/url], [url=https://imgur.com/a/0yYgJSi]Trousers/Coat-tails[/url], and [url=https://imgur.com/n3aOWf6]Boots[/url]
[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b][/color] 7pm
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sorian Park -> Edwards Estate
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Ariella Edwards [@Tpartywithzombi], 
[color=greenyellow][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Victoria and Gideon Edwards [@princess]

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With the delivery of his letter gone off without much of a hitch, Drake had resumed his leisurely stroll through the city. There wasn't much to observe or think about as he made the steps across the smooth pathways. It was, for once, a rather calm evening for him, and he felt rather pleased with how things were going. Of course he had his anxieties over how Princess Camilia would take his letter, and wondered if perhaps the others present would get a peak at it. He gave himself a mild shrug, as a man who can’t pronounce his feelings in front of an audience shouldn’t be doing things like sending love letters. He continued his walking pace, daydreaming about what he could possibly have in store for himself tomorrow. A daydream that would come to a quick halt as he approached the front of his estate.

The most obvious thing would be Gideon and Victoria Edwards standing at the doorway, as if ready for his arrival. He wondered if he had forgotten something as their serious expressions seemed to dictate. Drake thought to himself for several moments as he slowly approached them, keeping his calm as best he could before addressing them. [color=greenyellow]”Mother. Father. I am glad to be so well received on my return home but it seems something is amiss. What is it that troubles you both tonight?”[/color]

[color=F0E399]"Yes, something is amiss, Drake,"[/color] Victoria greeted him with a disdainful tone. The Duchess's gown shimmered under the chandelier as her eyes bore down at her son from the top of the staircase. She slowly descended, her every movement exuding an air of haughtiness and superiority. Eventually, she came to a stop before him, her flowery perfume overpowering the air.

[color=F0E399]"Unfortunately for you, you'll be going straight back out,"[/color] she declared with a dismissive wave of her hand. With a grimace, she suddenly began straightening the collar of Drake’s shirt. 

[color=Burlywood] “What your mother means to say,”[/color] The red-haired Duke of Sorian finally emerged from the side, he himself also adorned in the most luxurious of clothing. With a warm smile greeting Drake, he displayed a reassuring demeanor despite the concern lining his face. Placing a firm yet comforting hand on his son's shoulder, he spoke with an unwavering resolve.[color=Burlywood]"We need you to go back out tonight, my son... I apologize for the inconvenience. Rest assured, I can arrange for guards to accompany you, if necessary... However, there is a pressing matter involving your sister, Ariella, that requires our immediate attention."[/color] he explained calmly, [color=Burlywood] “We need you bring her home.”[/color]

[color=F0E399]"...I swear if she’s barefoot in the woods again…”[/color] Victoria’s grumble could be heard behind them.

Drake took in the words calmly as he could but felt his mother’s blatant attitude to be a touch drastic for simply requesting an audience with his sister. He furrowed his brows as she adjusted his collar and made his own rudimentary adjustments after the fact. [color=greenyellow]”Walks on the town are no inconvenience to me. The fresh night air does wonders for a stressed mind.”[/color] He made a motion for a nearby servant and calmly requested for him to bring a carriage around to the front of the house.

[color=greenyellow]”Last I heard she was to attend the Alidasht dinner party with one of the Shehzade royalty. Surely this fuss isn’t over one of her retreats into the woods?”[/color] His tone was slight disbelief mixed with curiosity as he wondered just what his parents, or most likely the Duchess herself, would be so animated about.

[color=F0E399]" It’s exactly that, but worse.”[/color] Victoria told him, patting his collar down until it was perfect, [color=F0E399]"She was seen sneaking with a man into the woods and it won’t be long until rumors run amuck… Do you know how hard I work to make sure everyone thinks well of us? …It’s like she doesn’t have any empathy for me.”[/color] She vented, clearly vexed over this. [color=F0E399]" Anyways, we were able to find out where she’s been going and we had the area searched-”[/color]

[color=Burlywood] “Some concerning items were found.”[/color] Gideon added curtly, [color=Burlywood] “Some that could suggest she might be involved with the occult. We want to conversate and shut down these rumors as fast as possible for the sake of her wellbeing,”[/color]

[i][color=F0E399]" And especially mine.”[/color][/i]

[color=Burlywood] “Right, of course, my darling Victoria. We all care deeply for the stress this is causing you.”[/color] He took his wife’s palm and kissed the back of her palm. She relaxed a little, though, she still yanked her hand away from him. [color=Burlywood] “Drake, please bring her home as soon as possible.. I’d send our staff but I fear she may resist them.”[/color]

[color=greenyellow]”Yes Mother I am sure this event is rather stressfu-Come again?”[/color] Drake stopped mid sentence after the mention of occult items. He rubbed his jawline with his fingers for a moment as he was truly perplexed by the notion. [color=greenyellow][i]This must be a misunderstanding. But it is still best to just do as they want for now.[/i][/color]

The carriage had begun to turn around the building, prompting Drake to talk once more to his parents. [color=greenyellow]”I shall see to it. No need to send any guards after me. I have a very persuasive word and an even more persuasive…method should I run into any trouble.”[/color] It wasn’t really a secret that Drake kept a flintlock pistol on hand but he figured he should subtly allude to it for his father’s sake of mind. [color=greenyellow]”Perhaps mother could use a glass of her finest champagne to ease the mind. And before you say something, dear Mother, no you are not suddenly growing crow’s feet and gray hairs.”[/color] He turned to walk out the door, holding it open with one hand as he turned to look at them once more. [color=greenyellow]”Anything else before I take my leave?”[/color]

They both shook their heads, though Victoria did not seem happy about his suggestion and was glaring at him.

Sensing her distaste Drake decided to add. [color=greenyellow]”Oh, come now. It was merely a quip to try and lighten the mood. In all due seriousness I shall get her back shortly.”[/color] He walked to the carriage and shut the door, finally adjusting his collar back to his preferred position.

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