She thought that would be the last they would see of that loathsome cur, but whenever did they see the last of the Lord of Narsil? Not much to Irina's shock and utter dismay, there the tall, dark and detestable fiend was yet again, but what really caught the knightly woman off guard was....what in the name of the Goddess was Varros doing in the Royal Family's private balcony?! He was trespassing no less, how indecent and ignoble of him to disobey the order of the Royal Court, typical action of a cunning and venomous serpent as he. "You!" Irina, quick to jump the sword at first sight of the bastard, snarled with clenched teeth, her eyes alit with an infinite surging flame of anger and malice towards the dark man. As on instinct, her hand swiftly trailed to the hem of her dress, ready and willing to pluck her hidden blade from her garter and stab it directly into the cold, obsidian heart of this monster, at least how she deemed of the Lord of Narsil, who...as with many of her empty and hasty threats made towards him, scoffed away at her anger with a curt tip of his wide-brimmed hat, [b][i]"My lady Irina, there is no need for violence, especially amongst the Princess, and yes My lady Crystal, fate is certainly a humorous aspect, is it not? I hope you do not mind my...unannounced intrusion upon your private balcony, Princess Crystal, but I would've much rather enjoyed tonight's production in the company of two rather refined and dare I say...ravishing young ladies as you and Lady Irina."[/i][/b]

With as much charm and wit as the bastard was pulling off, he might as well have been one of the damn actors for the Alegasian Theater Troupe, but as much as Varros rehearsed his feigned expressions of joy and surprise and his painfully obvious faking of that charm and debonair sense he tried to carry of himself, along with the flouncy but still notably sinister attire, he wasn't pulling the wool over the knight's eyes, those same eyes, as accustom, narrowing into a piercing glare of ice blue towards the man, putting on one of his best false smiles, his teeth showing to be as if sharp, glinting daggers of ivory in his mouth so full of venomous lies. His eyes of course betrayed any instance of [i]kindness[/i] he tried to show towards the two women, equally burning with an anger as hot as Irina's were those yellow orbs of fire, glaring ever viciously upon the woman in red as Irina was escorted to her seat by the Princess holding her hand, albeit a bit too tight. Irina could sense within Crystal, just by the vice grip she had on her seething palm, that she too was bothered greatly by this....this ruthless cad being in the same box as they. [i]He tries to pull anything tonight, over the rail he goes.[/i] Irina grumbled to herself, just as the lights were dimming in the grand opera hall and the stage was lit brightly with the rising of the large crimson curtains and the commencement of...quite notably one of the most beautiful and heartwarming orchestral pieces the woman had ever heard.

Captivated was Irina with the lovely and graceful melody, and when the first actress appeared on stage and her voice, as if she were channeling through her the angelic choirs of the Goddess, such a beautiful companion to the maestro's wonderful piece. Irina...in that moment she could feel everything leave her mind, no longer did she even think of the man sitting behind them, no longer did she feel threatened, feel paranoid. Right as the music hit her, along with that heavenly vocal....she felt at ease with herself...and rather romantic. Unknowing to her, her hand softly trailed away from her side....and found itself atop the girl sitting next to her with a soft rub of her palm, but upon realizing her faux pas, Irina quickly withdrew her hand back to her side. Why did she do that, she wondered. If anything, she would just chalk it up to being entranced by the lovely performance of the opera...and it was only the beginning of Act One. In her brief moment of hesitance, Irina thought of it quick to look back upon Varros, just to be sure he wasn't plotting anything in the dark behind them, but once she laid loathsome, glowering eyes upon the man....her features softened a little upon viewing his eyes.... [i]Huh?[/i] There was no glowing to his eyes, rather they were....glazed over and dark with a sort of tragic nostalgia, and focused not were they upon the Princess and her knight, but more so....the actress upon the stage. [i]Wait...why is he looking at her?[/i] And as much as Irina wanted to say this was another ruse of Varros....she couldn't deny what she saw upon his face....were true emotions, and....were those...tears gently falling upon his cheeks? [i]I don't get it.[/i] Quickly she turned back to the stage, giving an assuring smile to Crystal in the dimness of the theater and resuming her enjoyment of the opera, still puzzled deeply by what she witnessed.

Varros on the other hand wiped the tears from his cheeks with his hand, giving a deep and indeed mournful sigh, his eyes...still shadowed and heavy....with regret. [i]My dear.....if only....if only I could see you upon the stage one more time....if only I could hear your lovely voice again....I swear I...I would give my very lifebreath away....just to see you one more time... Forgive me.....my love.....forgive me....my Jocelyn....[/i]