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[Color=gold][sub][u][url=https://youtu.be/RnKR66yaqdc?si=9fM5_NpZUQ6fUWvd]Lorexander Deakena[/url][/u][/sub][/color] [/center]
[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=red][b]6 p.m.[/b][/color]
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Castle Dining Hall
[Color=gold][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1288647225571807274/1341215972287320154/remix-6b91c8ee-fee6-4534-8423-84a51496b106.png?ex=67d81ff6&is=67d6ce76&hm=a3f9916378ac693915b982cb0eced024d3d833f232375d29bb36598e047fe5fa&] Alexander's suit[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/aqfNx2y.jpeg]Lorenzo’s fit[/url]
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Callum “Clarence” Danrose, Wulfric “Royal Highness 🙄” Danrose, Alibeth Danrose, Edin Danrose, Mina Blackwood, Roman Ravenwood, Cassius Vael, Violet Damien, Calberto Damien, Sebastian Blackwood
[Color=gold][b]Mention:[/b][/color][hr] 

Alexander had continued to take humble bites of his meal, only pausing when he was addressed by Callum first, who took him slightly off guard with how he presented Wulfric first, whose words were sharp as ever, lightly reprimanding him in front of the other guests. A small part of him warned against snapping back at the crowned prince but it was such a small thing. 

Yet, still, he took a controlled breath through his nose, knowing full well that patience would enable him to soon reap from the harvest growing beneath the thick tension. Like weeds, something would inevitably burst through the surface. So instead of replying to Wulfric, he gave the prince a slight shrug accompanied with a feigned smile of innocence before returning his attention to his plate.

There was some pushback to what he had said, but even in his current state, he was aware of what effect volatile words would have. The effect was all that mattered to him. He would endure the slight nicks and prods only to crush Roman under the weight of his accusation. And then there was King Edin, eating it up like the slop he deserved. 

His eyes met Roman’s before he could speak, his eyes daring him to say something, anything. He wanted to witness the man destroy his own reputation. 

[Color=gold][I]Go on. This is the closest you'll get to bleeding out on this [b]fucking[/b] table.[/I][/color] 

And then Roman spoke, surprisingly bringing a rise to Alexander's eyebrows during a few moments as he spoke. Alexander couldn't fight off the slight smile of amusement that played on their face if he tried his damnedest. Roman might as well have been slitting his own throat with glee as he shamelessly explained away, slapping Violet almost playfully. 

Sure, he aimed daggers at the sanctity of marriage and the commitment to his wife but Alexander found no true threat in his words. The true threat was in his composure. In his act.

[Color=gold][I]Most would call you foolish but you are proving to me just how dangerous you are, Roman Ravenwood.[/I][/color] 

Then almost instinctively, Alexander turned his face slightly to the left. As if on cue, Calbert spoke up, his expression screaming over the words he attempted to temper. As anyone might have expected, and as Wulfric called out, Calbert let his ire seeth through his teeth. Alexander only wished he knew what the father truly desired to do to Roman. 

Still, he remained quiet. There was one more person he anticipated speaking to. Her voice in the matter was paramount. She could save or bury him but it was already apparent that Roman wanted this. He dug the six-foot hole himself and laid in it. It was barely enjoyable. Roman didn't squirm or scream. He didn't thrash or flee.

Violet was next, speaking in a manner that surprised even him. That darker side of her was definitely at the forefront, yet she remained quite leveled compared to their previous interactions. Was this still the woman he spoke to in his home? It shouldn't have mattered but she left a new impression on him as she tore herself away from Roman, completely this time.

[Color=gold][I]And now she's mine.[/I][/color] He wanted to laugh. Clap even but the show was far from over. 

If Calbert's metaphor about Lord Ravenwood standing in a house he set fire to, then Cassius was an oil barrel that conveniently rolled right into the abode. A factor Alexander hadn’t even given thought to yet it fit so snuggly into place… Perhaps “snuggly” isn't the proper term as Cassius slang insults aimed at the royal family and openly threatened Roman. The fire was beautiful but raged too wildly now. 

[Color=gold]“Alright!”[/color] Alexander cut in energetically as if the group had just finished a productive meeting. He slightly raised his hands, wearing the warmest of smiles while looking at all within the vicinity. [Color=gold]“I believe this has gotten way out of hand and now I feel guilty for even bringing something so sensitive up in the public light in such a way.”[/Color] Alexander turned and looked up at Cassius, fire still in the young man's eyes. [Color=gold]“Cassius Damien, right?”[/color] He feigned innocent ignorance as he reached out to place a gentle hand on his arm. For a moment, he stared intensely into his eyes, subtly performing his vampiric charm.

[Color=gold]“I believe [color=crimson][I]you've had too much to drink and that you should take a breather and [b]calm[/b] down, Cassius[/I][/color]. Some people might take threats like that rather seriously.”[/color] Removing his hand, he returned facing forward, his eyes naturally on Roman seated across from him. [Color=gold]“You were right, Your Majesty, and I apologize for potentially ruining the experience… for every one of you. Perhaps I do require that vigorous and thorough training voiced by His Majesty.”[/color] 

His hand found Violet’s shoulder now, his expression softened. [Color=gold]“Especially you, Violet. I apologize for betraying the trust we have built so far… and for my king…”[/color] He faced King Edin with a mischievous smirk. [Color=gold]“I won't apologize to you, as you seemed to have enjoyed every second of this.”[/color] He shook his head incredulously. [Color=gold]“You should really-”[/color]

[Color=salmon]“ALEXANDER DEACON!”[/color] Lorenzo roared from across the length of the table before standing up and marching their way.

What now?


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