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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] Mina [@Tae]
[Color=gold][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Violet [@Tpartywithzombi], Anastasia [@princess][hr]
[Color=palevioletred]“Alexander. Though I can't see you, I-”[/color] Lianna was cut off as she heard King Danrose announce his presence. She was wise to keep quiet for the regal host, especially as he seemed to show off his presence as if it were a dazzling outfit. Meanwhile, Alexander was only trying to silently calm his nerves after his wife's instigation on the matter of Violet Damien. He knew she meant well as she attempted to minimize what he felt for the afflicted Violet Damien. These feelings would do Alexander no good if he ever did have a face-to-face with the young woman. Lianna simply lacked empathy toward him, which Alexander could forgive due to her inability to see what he saw this morning. To see what he had seen a decade ago. 

There was only a brief break from focus when he realized the Prince of Onions was Prince Callum Danrose. [Color=gold][I]Really? Him?[/I][/color] The man was a bit taken aback as he did not imagine him being [I]this[/i] dysfunctional.

[Color=gold]“I will be fine. I think I'd feel better meeting and greeting more of the guests.”[/color] Alexander's expression still appeared pensive, even when Lianna slightly squeezed his hand.

[Color=palevioletred]“Then that is what I would love for you to do. And…”[/color] She was going to apologize but held it back. She didn't want to reinforce his ill reaction to Violet. That [I]child[/I] will not be his ruin. [Color=palevioletred]“Enjoy yourself.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“Will do.”[/color] He kissed her hand once more before standing up. [Color=gold]“I won't be long.”[/color] His winning smile returned before he departed from the table with a person of interest in mind. 

Anastasia Danrose.

Caesonian Princess and someone Marek made mention of. Alone with an air of openness. [Color=gold][I]Perfect.[/I][/color] He was half of the way to her when he stepped on a rather plump cherry that conveniently rolled into his path. Abruptly stopping, he accidentally stood in the way of another.

[Color=gold]“Ugh… Oof!”[/color] He felt her bump into him. [Color=gold]“I-”[/color] Alexander's eyes were met with the face of the red-haired woman who had previously captured his attention. He was completely still for a moment as he took in her presence while she was up so close. [Color=gold]“I humbly apologize for my clumsiness. I… I got distracted.”[/color] He held a dreamy gaze as he locked eyes with her, admiring the vibrant blue belonging to them. 

[Color=gold]“Alexander Deacon, vice president of the Black Rose Trading Company. A pleasure bumping into [I]you[/I].”[/color]




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