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[indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/DO7Iw9h.jpg]Outfit[/url]
[color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] Sola 23rd, Late Morning
[color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Castle Gardens: Tea Party
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] [@Helo] Callum, [@FunnyGuy] Alexander
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Violet
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]Wulfric rose a brow at Violet’s outburst, but was unaffected by her acridness. [color=ab274f]“Surely, your parents would prefer that you recuperate at home for the time being?”[/color] he queried, surprised. He sincerely doubted she had been made to attend this very event, and assumed she was generalizing. 

As she went on to explain her current predicament in detail, his eyebrows climbed up slowly until they reached their summit. [color=ab274f]“I see…”[/color] he said. He smoothed out his expression and reassessed their conversation. If she genuinely remembered nothing, then her secretiveness was largely caused by her amnesia. While she had been capable of recognizing him, it did not seem that she could recall anything about her attack. Unfortunately. 

He blinked when she accused him of laughing at her. When had he done that? His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, insulted that she presumed he was willfully mocking her. Was he supposed to walk on eggshells around her then, even as she wielded her caustic tongue as both a shield and a weapon?

However, a part of him knew the irritation was unwarranted. So, Wulfric took a deep breath, and reigned back the offense. It was true he had been pushing her with the questioning, all while she was a survivor of a harrowing attack. Even though it got him exactly what he wanted – information – that had been indelicate of him, and was deserving of an apology.

[color=ab274f]“It was not my intention to deride you nor the situation you find yourself in. I apologize for having distressed you,”[/color] he said earnestly. [color=ab274f]“As you say, I was focused on the investigation – so much so that I neglected [i]your[/i] needs and concerns. For that, I am truly, deeply sorry,”[/color] he restated.

Since she had been relatively sincere with him, he decided to be frank in return. [color=ab274f]“I spoke with you because I believed you possessed some hint as to your attack, perhaps something that seemed innocuous to you, or perhaps which frightened you.”[/color] He paused for a moment, just in case she could or would pitch in with additional information.

[color=ab274f]“I assumed your memories were intact, and, well, since you were holding up rather well given the circumstances, I thought we were both enjoying a subtle exchange of clever, barbed comments…”[/color] He did not know how else to explain his dark sense of humour, but he supposed Violet wasn’t in want of excuses. [color=ab274f]“Clearly, I was mistaken. I hope you will be able to forgive me. Either way, I shall be more mindful in the future.”[/color]

Their conversation was interrupted by another person loudly announcing something. This tea party was turning into quite the forum, wasn’t it?

Wulfric’s impassive gaze moved over to a certain Alexander Deacon. So, Black Rose had had an agent of theirs infiltrate even here. A man ranking high enough within their organization that he could speak on its behalf. [i]A man to be watched.[/i] Wulfric hadn’t been expecting one of Delronzo’s men to be here, but it surprised him none that Deacon took advantage of this situation. It was a good move, useful to his company in several ways.

Of course, Callum didn’t notice how easily he was letting himself be taken advantage of. He was apparently downright giddy to be consorting with Alexander’s ilk. After the younger prince’s brilliant opening move, he was exhibiting a woeful lack of cunning. One of Marek’s men said some pretty words, and because it wasn’t coming from Edin, his brother could easily believe all of it. How tragically naïve.

Keeping the sigh to himself, his expression giving away none of his thoughts, he turned back to Violet. Her request was heartfelt, and he did not mind indulging it. He couldn't guarantee that she would find out before her parents did, but he could do her the courtesy of letting her know before the general public learned of it.

[color=ab274f]“When I discover who attacked you, I will ensure you are among the first I tell. In fact – I am unsure if you are aware of this, but there is one suspect we had a bounty put on. Your father is certain it was some commoner woman who caused you harm, but the evidence is lacking. Besides, whoever injured you must hold a deep grudge either against you or against your father, and I do not see why a random peasant would have such a strong motive,”[/color] he confided. Wulfric was curious if her parents had told her anything at all, so he hoped his words would prompt a useful response.

He nodded at her assertion. [color=ab274f]“I believe you,”[/color] he replied easily. Truthfully, he suspected she was keeping some cards to herself, but that was to be expected. [color=ab274f]“If you happen to find out something on your own, or if your memories return to you, do recall I am available. Also, it may be wise for you to make your parents’ business yours,”[/color] he suggested. The prince would certainly be speaking to them, but as overprotective as the Damiens were of their children, Violet was possibly in a better position to learn what they knew.[/color]