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[Color=gold][sub][u][url=https://youtu.be/QVuutOx-LPk?si=C7-w-RNXYNA4YtCX]Mr. Deacon[/url][/u][/sub][/color] [/center]
[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=red][b]Evening [/b][/color]
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grand Ballroom 
[Color=gold][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/8JEUiUb.png]Fit[/url]
[Color=gold][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Edin, Violet, Charlotte, Kazumin, Olivia, Cassius, Roman, Kira
[Color=gold][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Lorenzo, Calbert, Alibeth [hr]


Towering double doors parted, and from the receiving hall stepped the man who would, without hesitation, mark himself as being perfectly on time.

Lateness had its advantages. To arrive with everyone assembled and expectations settled was to arrive unexpectedly. To keep others guessing was a pleasure Alexander Deacon had never quite managed to outgrow. Besides, how could anyone honestly believe he would remain home while every player worth watching occupied the same ballroom?

[color=limegreen]“Caesonia Royal Advisor, Alexander Deacon.”[/color] Alexander shot the man announcing his entrance a lazy frown before raising his eyebrows. There was a brief stammer before, [color=limegreen]“and Vice President of the Black Rose Trading Company.”[/color] Only then did Alexander nod with satisfaction, wrapping himself in an air of controversy. 

Walking forth, he remained subtle, only allowing his eyes to wander the forms and faces of the guests in attendance, while his feet carried him toward Edin.

Edin. A king without a queen, and Alibeth was his perfect counterpart when she wasn’t proving to be an obstacle. 

He caught sight of Lorenzo and Calbert first. He thought the two deserved each other, and so his eyes moved on. Then there was the ragtag group of scoundrels that were too nosy for their own good. He flashed them a smile as his eyes met their faces. He offered the same smile toward Roman Ravenwood, as difficult as it was to do so. Roman was a formidable player who always seemed to place himself right across the board from him. The last person he let his eyes linger on for a considerable moment was, of course, Violet Damien. She mingled with Kira Mapenzi, whom he was sure was playing coy. [color=gold][i]I’d be careful, girl. That one bites.[/i][/color] The playful thought fed into his expression as he offered a wave in their direction, making sure his eyes drank in the sight of those crimson irises he enjoyed so much.

When he reached Edin, he could only assume that something the king found distasteful occurred. Edin wore his emotions the same way he wore that crown. There was no hiding them.

[color=gold]“Your Highness!”[/color] Alexander beamed before performing a bow. [color=gold]“I apologize for my lateness. My wife required my assistance at our home. She could not make it tonight, but she requested that I deliver her appreciation for your wisdom, strength, and 
judgment. The Deacons will support the crown, as Primitus wills it.”[/color] Alexander did not rise. [color=gold]“Tonight is the beginning of something important for Caesonia, and I am eager to witness how Your Majesty seizes this opportunity, the gods have graced us with.”[/color]




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