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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Castle Gardens
[Color=gold][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/RQ93j9B.jpg[/color]Alexander[/url] and [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1032834210609774692/1122004955289628744/0fa24fc30e829f9b2d9d3451bb96b13a.png]Lianna[/url]
[Color=gold][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [Color=gold][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Violet [@Tpartywithzombitea], Sadie [@Potter], Drake [@Lava Alckon][hr]
Nearly in haste, Alexander returned to the table with his wife, this time taking the seat right beside her. He not only wanted to have a better view of tea party attendants, but he also wanted to sit closer to Lianna who now turned her head to face him. Even if she couldn't see him, she knew her husband and waited to hear what he had to say. She found him to be rather quiet as his words usually announce his presence. 

[Color=gold]“Violet Damien is here,”[/color] He finally spoke, his expression neutral as he stared at the woman that appeared to have fallen ill with some manner of plague. The deep disgust he felt for her continued to rise as he took in the sight of her from afar. 

[Color=palevioletred]“Violet Damien… You speak of her as if you have a crush.”[/color] Lianna cracked a smirk that made her troubled husband cease his tenseness. [Color=palevioletred]“Why does she trouble you?”[/color] Lianna's hand shortly searched for his as he accepted her delicate touch into his grasp.

[Color=gold]“She looks like the only person I ever despised. I don't want to look at her but I-”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“You can't help it. I know… Nostalgia is captivating.”[/color] She caressed his hand with her own. [Color=palevioletred]“Give me your gaze, Alexander…”[/color] And that he did, his expression calm as he admired her. [Color=palevioletred]“...and tell me how things went with the princess.”[/color]

He raised Lianna's hand and planted a soft kiss against it. 

[Color=gold]“Of course. It was rather lovely. Princess Sadie Camila is not what you would expect from royalty. Polite. Exuberant. Beautiful in so many ways. Yet, she's… there's something more.”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“Too perfect.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“She's unlike the others in demeanor but all the same. Some nobles forget they're people. And most royals forget they can cry, sweat, and bleed like everyone else.”[/color] Alexander took a humble sip of his tea.

[Color=gold]“Then there's Drake. He's quite good at mirroring. A great skill for a man of his years and his tact is almost flawless. That man will be quite something in the years to come, even if he fails to keep the princess' heart.”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“So he's not like his father. I mean on the surface, his father is quite respectable. A duke fitting of his title and his charge over Sorian.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“Yes, Drake is like him in that regard but I didn't sense any inklings of him sharing his peculiar affiliation. Then again, he could just be putting his best foot forward.”[/color] Alexander smirked at the possibility.

[Color=palevioletred]“True. What else?”[/color]

[Color=gold]“I spoke of the love of my life of course. And in my telling of how amazing she is, Princess Camila offered to serve her cake.”[/color] Lianna looked rather surprised while Alexander chuckled. [Color=gold]“Imagine it. A princess serving you cake. You'd be at the top of the food chain.”[/color] Now they were both giggling.

[Color=palevioletred]“Alexander! You can't be serious.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“She did. I told you, she's beautiful in many ways. Her humbleness is something most aren't deserving of. Anyway, she is looking to attend the masquerade party this evening. Her and Sir Drake.”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“Hm… Violet will likely be there as well. It's her father's event after all.”[/color] Alexander's expression shifted as he glared from his wife to the woman now seated with Prince Wulfric Danrose.

[Color=gold]“Yes. She might very well be.”[/color]

[Color=palevioletred]“And what will you do?”[/color]

[Color=gold]“What I must. I will do what I must.”[/color] Alexander muttered under his breath before sipping his tea to hide the contempt that had returned to him once more.



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