HylianRose

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

When Nik had realized that Ari was no longer in the ballroom, his mind swirled in panic. He felt the pang of an emotion that he couldn’t quite place. It was somewhere between sheer panic and anger, an emotion he wasn’t used to, especially with people he barely knew.

Find her.

Nik quickly excused himself from the group he’d been conversing with, his tone likely more strained than he’d meant to allow. A dull ache spread across his temples as he made his way through the crowd, scanning. The speed at which his eyes darted around the room made him dizzy which only added to his panic. Anyone watching could clearly see that Nik was distressed by something.

FIND HER.

Nik pushed people out of his way, his face shifting into something angrier as he grew more annoyed with the obstacles in his way. The dark-haired knight hadn’t even realized that there were now people staring at him like he was the new spectacle. His mind shut all of that out, tunnel-visioned on finding that damned girl.

He almost missed it.

A pair of shoes tossed on the floor beside the bar and purple flowered accents trailing not far behind.

Relief came like a sudden rain shower and Nik visibly relaxed as a loud sigh escaped his lips.

”I’m going to kill her.” He mumbled under his breath as he started in her direction.

As Nik approached the strangely unattended bar a mop of red headed curls began to appear from behind it. Looking up at him with bright emerald eyes, brightened by the red and puffy color around them, Ari sat huddled in the corner with her legs tucked into her chest and a half empty wine bottle in hand.

Her eyes glanced down to the bottle than back up at Nik before extending her arm out.

”Drink?” she asked, her voice nearly cracking at the word.

Nik’s anger never left him. It just shifted. No longer was he angry at her for leaving him, he was angry at whoever did this to her. He took a moment to temper the fire growing in his gut, taking breaths. Then, he shifted his weight and moved to sit next to her.

”I’ve got my own.” He replied, holding up his glass of scotch, though barely a swallow was left of it. He raised it to his lips and drank the last little bit before setting it down on the ground to the side of him.

”Do you want to talk or do you want a distraction?” He offered, turning his head to look at her.

Looking at the bottle and his empty glass, without hesitation she poured more into it nearly overfilling the glass before taking a long swig herself. Nik couldn’t help but laugh before he carefully brought the glass to his lips to sip too. He didn’t want to think about the fact that just a second ago, he was ready to punch someone to find her and now he was perfectly calm and at peace. That realization would not sit well with him.

”A bar full of alcohol is a great distraction, I can tell you from experience.” she said softly as she sniffled back more tears. The bottle hung between her legs as her arm rested across her knee.

”After this whole event is over, I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t.”She added, still whispering soft enough that only he could hear. ”I’ll need you to support me in that.” Ari glanced to look over at him to get his reaction.

”Depends. Is there a good reason to do this stupid thing?” He asked, suddenly rather serious, his volume matching hers.

She looked at him in silence only responding with a simple nod, the seriousness in her eyes telling all that needed to be said.

Nik watched Ari’s face, his eyes narrowing as he took all of her in. His eyes glanced over her swollen red eyes, the way her hands shook just slightly, and the way she carried herself like someone who was on the verge of collapse. Knowing that she had a reason for doing her stupid thing was all Nik needed.

”A bar is an excellent distraction. But so is a dance, of which I was hoping I might convince you to share with me…” He responded, eyes still trained on her face.

Ari blinked, before taking another large mouthful of wine. Her cheeks puffing up with the alcohol before she managed it down. ”M-me?” she stuttered. ”There is a room full of beautiful women who are much better dancers then me…”

”Is anyone else down on the ground here with me?” He asked, brow raised at her. He rolled his eyes at her next comment, letting out a low sigh.

”The world is full of beautiful people, Ariella. But there is only one you. And you look like you could use a dance.” He added with a soft, surprisingly genuine smile on his face.

A coy smile spread on her lips as she turned from him taking another long drink from the bottle. Realizing it was nearly finished, she tilted her head back wiping the wine around her lips on the back of her hand.

”Well, how can I refuse when you put it that way…” her eyes appeared to brighten up. ”...but the shoes are staying off.” she gestured over to the heels that laid beside him.

Using the bar she pulled herself to her feet and dusting off her dress before setting the empty bottle on the bar top.

”I expected no less.” He replied with a soft chuckle. Nik lifted his head to watch Ariella as she dusted herself off, admiring the strength about her. Yes, she looked like she could collapse at a moment’s notice. Yes, she looked all the world like everything was crumbling around her, but… She stood up. She held her ground. There was a certain beauty he found in that.

Nik reached his hand out to her, giving her a soft pout. ”Help me up?” He asked, giving her the most pitiful look he could manage.

Leaning back with her hands on her hips she looked down at him, biting back a grin before rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She reached out and offered him her hand ”If this is a sign of your protection abilities, I'm worried.” she grinned cheekily.

Gripping on his hand she used all the might to pull him, her feet sticking to the marble floors as her back arched as a tiny grunt escaped her lips. However, to Nik it felt like a rabbit pulling a carriage.

He let out a soft chuckle and pushed himself up from the floor, giving her a little bit of help. ”I just wanted to see how cute you’d look struggling.” He teased lowly into her ear.

Ari’s cheeks pinkened, unsure if it was the wine or his words but she attempted to play it off nonchalantly.

He pulled away a moment later, a smirk on his face. ”Shall we?” He asked, still holding her hand.

Just as he asked the orchestra to start their next song, the timing was strangely too perfect. She felt the butterflies in her belly flutter, not necessarily because of Nik but dancing was not something she was very good at and usually just avoided it. It really was the first time anyone asked her to dance and she didn’t want to mess it up.

”Yes, but don’t laugh. I’m not very good.” she said while following him towards the dance floor. Thankfully for everyone else her dress was long enough to hide her bare feet but feeling the cool grounding touch against her skin helped ease the nerves that had started to build.

She looked around awkwardly trying to not be too obvious as she observed the other dance pairs and how they were positioning themselves. Her lack of experience was clear and as time went on she started to feel slightly embarrassed. Unsure of where to put her hands, how to stand, the direction it all started to become a tad overwhelming.

Nik guided her to the floor, his eyes already scanning the room again for any signs of trouble. When those amber eyes of his turned back to look at her, he could see the way her eyes seemed to dart around and the hesitant way she grabbed and let go and grabbed again.

….adorable.

Nik took Ari’s hand and placed it gently at his shoulder. ”Just follow me. I’ve got you.” He told her, his voice low so that only she could hear him. He took her other hand with his and began slowly pushing her, guiding her, through the song, one gentle step at a time.

One foot over the other, Ari stumbled once more than twice falling slightly into Nik but he caught her before she could really fall. She grumbled under her breath but with a few more steps seemed to get the hang of it. She smiled realizing as she was able to finally catch her steps.

”So…” she attempted to break the ice as they moved along the dance floor. ”You’re a dancer and a swordsman. I have heard that a good swordsman needs to be good on his feet so I suppose it makes sense. She didn’t look up at him, her eyes continued to look down at her feet as she attempted to continue moving without stumbling.

”I’m a man of many skills.” He replied with a small smile, clearly enjoying her compliments. He watched her steps, smiling as she slowly became a little more confident with each one. Nik was not known to be a very patient man, but at least with her, he seemed to be.

”Good, just like that…” He whispered, his hand at the small of her back pulling her with him as he turned them both. ”You aren’t so bad yourself, princess.” He continued after a moment, smiling down at her.

Large emerald eyes shot up to meet his nearly stumbling again at the word princess ”Please…dont use that. I- I don’t like titles.” she said trying to be as polite as she could but being called a princess made her skin crawl slightly. ”I don't really care for this world…" she said softly, nearly a whisper. ”it changes people. her mind went to Cal. ” I don’t mean to be rude, I just…Ari..you can call me Ari.” she smiled softly. ”Or something else but just, not that."

Nik stayed quiet for a moment, eyes searching her face for a moment. ”Of course.” He replied simply, giving her a soft smile. ”Ari.” He added after a beat.

”Want to tell me what this stupid thing you’re going to do is?” He asked, eyes lifting up a moment to scan the room again.

She returned his smile ”Thank you." letting out a soft sigh she thought about the best way to tell him.

”The king has a son, named Callum.” his name leaving her lips made her expression falter. A sadness crept in her eyes. ” He is my best friend. He’s gone missing." she whispered looking around. ”Anastasia, the princess, she was my childhood friend. I went to check on her after her mothers death and she told me that he was missing. I had a feeling something was wrong. I couldn’t find him. He always found me. He wasn’t at my hideout, he wasn’t at any tavern during drunkards day… he didn’t send a letter. Nothing.”

Taking a moment to take a breath she followed his lead, dancing with ease as her mind found itself elsewhere. ”She was told she couldn’t go looking for him, but I cannot just let this go. He … I" she thought about telling him about the dark magic, about how Cal and her would bond over it. She decided against it, not here. ”W
He had a lot of similar interests. Anyways, I need to find him. There have been some things that happened, changes I've seen in him and after his mother…he hates his father." her voice dropped.

”I’m worried." her large emerald eyes looked up at him. ”I need to find him."

He was quiet for a moment, listening to her speak. The king’s son… Even Nik knew that what she was doing was something that could get the both of them killed. Anything involving the royal family was something he’d much, much rather enjoy. However, the idea of his grandfather sending him out here, just to have his only grandson do something so stupid because of the girl he sent him to? Now, that was some sweet, sweet irony. And something Nik wouldn’t dare pass up.

”Then, we’ll find him.” Nik replied simply, his tone calm and firm. ”You just tell me what you need from me and we’ll make it happen.” He added.

Smiling, Ari’s shoulders dropped slowly. Her body, which was tense, seemed to relax as they continued to move around the dance floor. When her father instructed her to be watched by Nik every fiber of her being hated it. But, his understanding and willingness to listen to her was not going unnoticed, or unappreciated. In fact, it was one of the first times outside of Callum that she felt heard.

”I feel like I keep saying thank you but I really do mean it. For now, just..a distraction. I have to attend this or else my mother will put me on a pyre. Tomorrow though…tommorrow we can start looking.”

She took in a deep breath followed by a warm smile, her eyes brightening once again.

”Distractions I am all to happy to provide.” He chuckled, his smile gentle. ”I’d like to see her try, though. I’m not above cutting down a woman…” He mused, seeming to genuinely think about it.

Even he didn’t quite realize just how much he meant that.

”Look at you… Dancing like a pro already.” He teased lightly, pulling her closer to him now. ”Careful not to step on my toes, hm?”

”I’m more worried about you, stepping on mine.” she laughed softly ”My lack of shoes always makes that a possibility but one I am willing to risk.I give credit to such a great leader, I think you’re the only reason I'm not falling on my face."

”Me? Step on your toes? I would never.” He replied, his tone taking on that playful teasing lilt. ”Eh, you wouldn’t do that either. I’d just catch you and twirl and make it look like you’d always meant to do that.” He shrugged.

”As long as I can help it, I’m not letting anything bad happen to you.” He explained, watching her face now as they continued to move.

”Well you are kind of paid to do so.” she teased.

Glancing around at the other dancing couples Ari turned to look back at him ”I saw you mingling around, meeting people. Has anyone caught your eye? A number 87 perhaps? Or what is 92? I can’t remember.” she grinned playfully.

”Mmm, well… There was this one girl…” He mumbled softly, turning to look around. She might think he was looking for the girl, but once again, he was scanning the room, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a few annoyances. Luckily, they were either far enough away or occupied.

Ari looked around with him, attempting to spot who he might be looking for but had no luck.

”And I had planned on making a night of it, but… I think my plans just changed.” He explained with a shrug. He let his fingers splay out over the small of her back, feeling how small she felt in his arms. The change in his grip caused the hairs on her arms to stand. She turned her attention back to him, looking at him for a moment before speaking.

”I’m sorry if I ruined your plans. You could still find someone, I'm sure, tomorrow is still some time away. I don't want to spoil your evening. Though selfishly I am enjoying your company - surprisingly.” she smirked.

Once again, Nikolai found himself looking at her face, glancing at her eyes, nose, the way her lips curled upwards just slightly as she spoke to him.

”Surprisingly?” He asked, an incredulous tone to his voice. ”My plans aren’t ruined, simply changed. Besides, I’m fairly sure she’s already off flirting with someone else.” He whispered the last part like it was some secret between the two of them.

”So, whether you like it or not, I think you might be stuck with me.” He added, giving her a smirk of his own.

”It seems so.” she smiled.

As they danced, gliding across the floor with ease, suddenly her worries seemed to slip away. Though it was only momentarily she found herself getting lost in the moment.

Nik found himself staring at Ari more often than not as they danced, enjoying how comfortable she seemed. For someone dealing with so much, she looked so strong. He felt an unfamiliar rising desire to support her, to be the pillar that helps boost her up.

”You mentioned a place you liked to hide at?” Nik started, pulling her with him as he moved them around the dance floor. ”Is it nice?”

”Well it wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you.” she said with a tone of playfulness ” It's a place that Annie showed me a long time ago, it's in the woods. It's where I feel most myself. I could show you it, maybe tomorrow. I suppose it would be important for you to know about it but only a few people know of it. Annie, Callum and I suppose my family but they know not to go there. The last time they did…” she paused.

”Well I don't remember it but according to my brother they destroyed many of my things. I’ve been trying to find a way to remember it but any journal or thing I would have had is stuck in a box that I can’t open.” she admitted.

Nik listened as she spoke, still leading her around the dance floor. He was far more graceful about it than he’d let on earlier, having enjoyed dancing. Though… he’d probably never admit that to anyone. Maybe especially her.

”We can certainly do that.” He replied, a smile on his face. ”You’re not going to jump my bones out there, right? I’m a man with sensibilities, you know. You shouldn’t take advantage of me.” He teased, his lips curling into a smirk.

Ariella nearly missed a step at his comment, stumbling over her feet as her cheeks warmed. She narrowed her eyes at him in mock offense, though the smile tugging at her lips ruined the effect entirely.

“Jump your bones?” she echoed, letting out a soft laugh.“Nik, I think you’ve confused me for some scandalous tavern girl or one of your 97 conquests.”

Her fingers tightened lightly against his shoulder as he spun her across the floor, the movement making the skirts of her dress sway around her legs.

“And besides,” she added with a teasing tilt of her head,“you’re the one who keeps pulling me closer. I’m beginning to think you’re the danger here, not me.”

She glanced up at him then, playful but slightly nervous beneath it all, still not entirely used to his charm or this kind of attention.

“You don't want me even attempting that, I wouldn’t know the first thing or even how where to start.” she admitted the wine clearly had some effect on her judgement of conversation.

Nik pulled Ari closer, spinning her as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, ”I’ve always been the danger.” Ari leaned into his words, her cheeks flushing more as his voice tickled her ear.

He pulled back a moment later, that same calm smile on his face as he gave her a knowing look. ”You didn’t think you’d be much good at dancing either. And yet… here you are. I think you follow instructions very well.” He teased.

“I-that… my” she stuttered on her words, clearly flustered.

“I don’t like to follow instructions actually. she finally managed to say but her voice still quivered. “So is this how you have built up such large numbers?” she whispered. “Trying to make me just another number on your belt?” her tone seemed to drop slightly.

His lips curled upwards as she began to stutter, clearly flustered by him. No small amount of pride and confidence swelled inside his chest at that fact.

His brow furrowed, however, as she mentioned his ‘belt.’ It was rather quickly replaced with a slow, easy grin. ”Are you… asking me to bed you, Lady Edwards?” He asked, his slow, low tone hiding the hurt he felt.

lady edwards…

It was obvious she struck a nerve with him.

His image was carefully crafted and he liked that it gave him the ability to move about without much expectation. People didn’t expect a rakish rogue to be of any real use, but… The idea that she truly thought he would treat her that way stung more than he cared to admit.

Far more.

“I'm sorry…” she said softly. ““I just…” she looked up at him, her large eyes scanning his features and though he held his charm on his face she could see hurt behind his eyes by her question. ““No one has ever paid me any mind before.” Her eyes fell as she looked around as if checking to see if anyone was listening. ““And you, with your charm, your way with words. You're attractive and smart. You have the attention of so many. ” She looked back up at him before shaking her head softly. Being too embarrassed to look back at him as her insecurities were written all over her face.

Nik raised a brow and a moment later, something clicked. She wasn’t used to his kind of attention, much less any attention at all. He was likely one of very few who had ever glanced her way. It was hard for him to imagine given her looks, but wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

““...would you have noticed me if my father wasn't paying you to watch over me?...”

Her voice cracked into a soft admittance. She wanted to run, to let go of him and end the dance. To curl back up behind the bar and drink herself into tomorrow. But she stayed. Why did she stay…

”Ariella… How many guards do you know willingly ask their charge to a dance? At a court gathering? Where most men are in want of a wife?” He asked, gentle amber eyes looking down at her. No longer was there that roguish charm he usually tried to put on. For one brief moment, he was simply Nikolai.

”Look over there.” He started, giving her a small spin so she could face where Ambrose and Stratya danced. ”Is he dancing with his charge?” He asked, his gaze scanning her face. She continued to look at Ambrose and Stratya as they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Her eyes glancing back up at Nik only moments later.

”My point is… As you said, I could have nearly any woman in this ballroom.” A small pause as he recalled a few who couldn’t stand the sight of him, ”And yet, I have asked you to dance with me. Not because of some need to keep you close, although that is a bonus…”

Nik let out a small chuckle at that before continuing, ”I just… wanted to.”

He wanted too…

The words lingered between them as he continued to move her across the dance floor. Enjoying the dance and being with someone who wanted to be there.

Nik allowed a quiet to settle over them, his eyes kept on the beautiful woman in his arms. Anyone watching would have clocked the way his gaze was softer, gentler than he had been with others, though perhaps the roguish knight hadn’t realized it himself yet.

As the silence lingered, Ari’s smile didn't falter. She continued to look up at him, their eyes unbreaking as if holding a silent conversation between them. But before long the music started to slowly come to an end.

Despite the lull of the music, Nik continued his slow dance with Ariella, pulling her with him as he moved. It was as if the world had melted around him and all that was left was him and her. It wasn’t until she began to slow a bit that he even realized that the music had ended.

Nik felt a heat rise to his cheeks, something not very many ever got the chance to see.

Did… he really just get lost in the moment with her?


Ari didn’t let go, not right away. Instead she stood in his embrace for a moment longer, catching the flush in his cheeks.”The wine hitting you too?” She asked, knowing full well it wasn't the wine.

Nik froze at her question, realizing that she may have understood what his actions meant before he even did.

And that scared him.

”Thank you, for the dance.” she added with a softer smile. ”Maybe we can have another? before the night is over.”

“...Maybe.” He replied, his reply short and quiet. He looked at her for a moment, really looked at her. Amber eyes scanned her face.

Bump.

No… He couldn’t. That was stupid.

Bump. Bump.

It terrified him how much he wanted to dance with her again.

He took a step back, bowing towards her, ”Thank you for the dance.”

”I don’t… want to take up too much of your time. I’ll be nearby.” He added softly before he turned and took a few steps away from her.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Dress
Interactions: @ReusableSword Roman
Mentions: @Infinite Cosmos Munir

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Nora nodded to her brother, her eyes staying trained on him as he went after Amira. She was, admittedly, worried. She just hoped it would go well. She knew her brother would be kind, he always was, but she worried that the young girl might continue to misunderstand...

“I have that effect on people sometimes.” Roman glanced back toward where Amira had disappeared. “I met her a time or two during my visits to Alidasht. I think she will be okay.”

"Oh, Lord Ravenwood, I assure you it wasn't you. There was... a misunderstanding and I fear clearing it up may have embarrassed the poor girl. I'm sure she'll be okay, though." Nora's expression softened as she turned now to face the familiar man. She had not known him very long, but he was already someone she felt somewhat comfortable with.

Her eyes went wide, however, as he took a step closer to her. Almost instinctively, her right foot shifted back just slightly as she shifted her weight away from him. Her body looked ready to flee at a moment's notice.

“You truly do look like you belong in one of those lovely romance novels about royalty.” He locked eyes with her for a moment, then nervously looked away. Nora blinked, her cheeks dusting pink at the compliment. She couldn't help the way her stomach fluttered at the idea. Her? In a romance novel?

“I do hope I’m not intruding on anything. I came over here to ask you for a dance.” The question tumbled out quickly, accompanied by a nervous blush.

She stood in somewhat stunned silence at his question, her brain trying to wrap itself around the idea of him wanting to dance with her. "I-" Nora started, her voice shaky, "I mean- yes. I would... yes. I'd like a dance."

Nora had fully expected to spend the entire night glued to the deserts bar, fidgeting with her hands. She knew she was meant to find someone at events like these, but she hadn't honestly expected anyone to want to. Her eyes darted over to the Alidasht man from before. However, he was no longer where she'd seen him last. Where... had he gone?

Her gaze shifted back to Roman again. "You... look rather handsome yourself. Like you stepped out of one of those novels as well." She spoke, fidgeting nervously with her fingers.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Dress
Interactions: @Chrys Amira, @remram Magnus, @ReusableSword Roman
Mentions: King Edin and co

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Nora was still tucked nearby her brother when Lord Roman approached. Her mind, fickle as it was, instantly traveled back to the warm conversation she had had with him after he saved her from those ruffians, the wonderful stories he told that made her wish she could travel to see herself.

By the time she'd turned back to the crowd around the King, it seemed like everything as dispersed. It did little to calm her already rattled nerves again, though. She took in a few deep breaths as Roman reached them and spoke.

“Lady Nora Pawonska, a pleasure to see you again. I must say, that shade of crimson is absolutely striking—it rivals even the brightest ruby I’ve ever worked with. And Shehzadi Amira Kadir, you bring the serene beauty of the Alidasht coast straight into this crowded room. It is always lovely to see you. Which means you must be Magnus Pawonska? You are looking magnificent tonight.”

“Lord Roman Ravenwood, at your service. I do hope I’m not intruding.”

She felt her heart shift from beating out of fear to a different kind. Something softer and kinder. A compliment like that shouldn't do what it did, but her heart had ached for those sort of compliments. She glanced back to the King again, concern clear on her face before she turned back to Roman.

"Lord Ravenwood." She replied, giving him a small curtsey. Her tone likely gave away how fragile she felt right now. "It's a pleasure-" Her words caught in her throat as she saw Amira running away. Her heart fell down into her gut, a look of dread crossing her features. She should have been paying more attention. The poor girl must be so upset...

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

Time:Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: All black with mute gold/grey embellishments.
Interactions: @Redking0380 Fareed & @Lunarlord34 Freya
Mentions:

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"I was looking for Gwen-" She caught herself, pausing and clearing her throat as she corrected course. She kept forgetting these blasted titles and it irked it something fierce. "-er, I mean Captain Durmand, because she's the only person I know here bar a few colleagues I spotted before."

It made sense to Nik, why she would seek out her sister first. It didn't exactly scream maturity too him since it seemed more like she just wasn't willing to interact outside of her sister, but here she was anyway. Interacting. So, at least she had that going for her.

"Then, it sounds like we need to do some introductions for you. I assure you that there are likely some court patrons worth being introduced to. The hard part is knowing which ones." Nikolai mused, hand lifting to his lips thoughtfully.

He turned when she faced him, after saying her pleasantries to Fareed. What? Had something he'd done offended her? He shifted slightly under her gaze. It wasn't one he was used to. The gaze he elicited were usually far more... lustful in nature. This felt like he was being examined by a doctor of some kind, seeking out each weak point and strength.

"...Its quite alright then I suppose Mr Berova." Clearing her throat again, "If that is the case, then I don't mind you staring. Physical attraction is but one of many starting points to fruitful relations and endeavors, and while I don't see much appeal in my own appearance, it is appreciated to know a handsome man like yourself sees something resembling beauty in my own. I find that you yourself are also rather...uh...what is the term again? Ah right, 'rather easy on the eyes', if I am recalling it correctly?"

He stared back at her a moment, blinking. If this was her attempt at flirting back, she was as stiff as they came. He had a sudden image of her in bed with him listing off all the reasons he could be doing better and shivered.

"Though, I'll have you know, physical attraction is but that; a starting point. And I am not so shallow as to dwell on your obvious good looks much more than that. In stating as such, I believe we should discuss ourselves in open dialogue in an attempt to better know one another before pursuing relations beyond that of friendly chatter, it would only be fair on both parties in such cases, as I would state I am not opposed to such relations, but only if there is sufficient compatibility on the mental front. Of course there is an emotion needs basis for either party which comes later down the line if sufficient chemistry is established and formulated, requiring a thorough investigative discussion between individuals to discover and feed, so to speak in regards to metaphorical terms I have been told in order to comprehend such complex feelings in easier methodology. I am rather inexperienced in such regards however, my studies have kept me rather busy since I came to the capital and flirtations with colleagues and fellow students would just lead to awkward workplace relations if things were to sour, so I have taken a more professional route in that regard and would rather leave professional and personal matters separate. In this instance, it wouldn't be a professional relation, so a personal one can be pursued if we so desire, and as previously stated I am not against such a relation currently as things stand, granted there is enough common ground found in conversation to establish the foundation of a more solid relationship, as I am not particularly fond of the idea of one built on whimsy and fancy over one built on something more concrete. You should always start with the foundation of a house, not the roof, and relationships are much the same in that regard as far as I am aware. If nothing else, this should serve as good experience in the ways of 'flirting', so please do continue."

Nik's eyes glazed over as she spoke, rattling off her views on romance. It all sounded so clinical and sterile and he could tell she'd never actually been with anyone before. It was painfully obvious. At the this point, he wasn't sure how he was going to pull himself from this situation. He'd never had an attempt at flirting end this badly.

Had she said something about a deeper relationship? What relationship? He said she was pretty.

Nik continued blinking for a moment, unable to hide the furrow in his brow. Eventually, however, he collected himself and smoothed his expression into that once again easy smile.

"Lady Drumand... I appreciate your.. enthusiasm for romantic relations. I think that everything you have said is true." He started with a nod. Did he know everything she said? Of course not. He basically blacked out for a moment there.

"I was merely admiring your beauty." How the hells does he get himself out of this?!

Nikolai lifted his glass of scotch to his lips, downing it rather quickly. The amber liquid disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. He would have to lament not being able to enjoy it to it's fullest later.

"Oh my, well. I seem to have run out of my drink. Would anyone like something?" He asked, already making his way over towards an attendant.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Dress
Interactions: @Chrys Amira, @remram Magnus
Mentions: None

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"You know who Magnus is?" Amira asked, eyes sparkling. Nora blinked for a moment, still a little stunned by the whole turn of events and still a little shocked at the fact that her brother had mentioned none of this to her. She had not noticed her brother's attempts to clear the air either.

"What is he like? Is he kind? Handsome? How do you know him? How do you think he knows of me? Woul - would you point him out to me?"

Before she could speak, Magnus appeared next to her.

"You are looking quite lovely tonight, sister. I hope you have been enjoying yourself, such as the night has been."

Nora gave her brother a glare, a hand on her hip. She was trying to make it plain to him that she was not going to just let this slide under the rug like that. "My dear new friend, this is my brother. Magnus." She explained to Amira, turning now to look at her.

"I hope you have been enjoying your night as well, miss. I see that you've caught someone's eyes already. Personally, I wouldn't have gone with black. It's a bit... dark."

Her eyes narrowed as Magnus continued, either pretending not to know what this was about or truly not knowing. She'd have to get to the bottom of which was true.

"My dear brother, are you meaning to say that you did not send these flowers?" She asked, a certain edge to her voice that was only present when she was angry with her siblings. She turned to look at Amira again, concern crossing her features. If Magnus had not sent them, that presented itself another problem. This poor girl would then have to deal with the disappointment of the flowers not being for her.

It was then that the sounds of the commotion from the King's seat pulled Nora's attention. Her eyes went wide and she instinctively took a step closer to Magnus.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

Time:Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: All black with mute gold/grey embellishments.
Interactions: @Redking0380 Fareed & @Lunarlord34 Freya
Mentions: @Silverspring Ariella, @princess Ana

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”Gladly. I had not seen someone so presumptuous in quite some time. Last one…well, lets say they are no longer allowed within the palace grounds. If they even managed to walk that far.”

Nik smirked, nodding his head to Fareed. Oh to have that level of authority here. "Your country is becoming more enticing by the second, good sir." Nikolai replied with a short laugh, swirling his own glass of scotch. He took a quick sniff before taking a healthy sip. The burn down his throat was arguably the best part.

"Did your parents never teach you its rude to stare at people? Or is there something on my face? Please do explain yourself, I would love to hear it."

And suddenly the woman from before was in front of him. He blinked for a moment, looking down at her and then back to where she had been and back again as if trying to understand how she could have moved so quickly. No small feat in this crowd. He had half a mind to be jealous of that ability.

"Only everyday. I apologize for my slight, dear lady. I must admit that I was rather stunned by your beauty. I'll take care not to stare in the future." His reply came curtly, a small bow of his head in her direction.

"Though before you declare me rude in return, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Freyja."

And then he watched her do the most stiff, unladylike courtesy he thought he'd ever seen. It took all of his willpower to keep his face even and calm. Don't laugh, Nik. Don't... laugh...

"I don't suppose you've seen Strat-Captain Durmand around have you? I've been trying to locate her, but there's just...so many people, its rather overwhelming..."

Of course she was looking for Stratya. She was dressed so similarly it only made sense.

”Call me Fareed dear lady, but I must impart bad news. You have missed the good Captain by moments, though you also missed a rather foul man who tried to take her hand. Why do you look for her?”

Nik lifted a hand at Fareed's words and gesture over to where their dear captain had begun her dance with... whoever that man was. "She's run off to dance with whoever that gentleman is. Leaving us to deal with her foul suitor. Though, regrettably he didn't stay for long." He explained, taking a quick glance in Freya's direction for a moment.

"Oh and yes, I'm Nikolai Berova. I currently work for Gideon Edwards, though I am acquainted with Captain Durmond." He offered at last, giving Freya another small bow with his head. He swirled his drink again and took another sip, letting the warm fire of the alcohol run down the back of his throat. His eyes once again scanned the room, looking for Ariella. Satisfied that she was still with that blonde woman, he returned back to his present company

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

ʟ ᴜ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴀ
ʟ ᴜ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴀ

Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Lucian's Outfit
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Drake, @tae Mina
Mentions: @Oso Ambrose, @CitrusArms Stratya, @remram Nolan, @princess Marina

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Lucian watched Ambrose offer Captain Durmand his hand, and for the second time that evening, he saw something in the knight that did not look like obligation. It was subtle. Most people would have missed it entirely. But Lucian had known Ambrose too long not to notice the slight softening around his eyes, the careful steadiness in his posture that only ever appeared when something truly mattered to him.

And strangely enough, that realization eased something ugly inside Lucian’s chest.

Not enough to silence it completely. The ache remained, stubborn and familiar, like an old scar that weather could still aggravate. But seeing Ambrose look at someone without grief hanging between them felt… right. Perhaps even deserved. It made him feel more at ease, at least for a brief moment.

His gaze lingered on the pair for only a moment longer before Mina’s voice drew him back.

“The golden roses were a late addition.”

Lucian looked down at her then, fully this time. Taking his time in admiring the dress and the roses that adorned it.

Gods.

It was like every thought about backing off for Ambroses’ sake flew out the window. Every thought of allowing anyone else to call her theirs vanished like smoke. Like he hadn’t just been torn by the fact that there was seemingly something between the two. Something that he could never understand.

Up close, the gold embroidery caught the candlelight beautifully, winding across the dark fabric like living vines. Varian’s rose. His rose. Not loudly displayed like court propaganda, but woven carefully into the gown as though it belonged there naturally. As though she belonged there naturally.

And she did.

Far more than he did, some days.

“I thought... perhaps the Rose of Varian should look the part tonight, even in a garden like this.”

Something warm and painful twisted his chest at once.

Lucian’s eyes flickered briefly to the roses again before returning to her face. There was something dangerously soft threatening to surface in his expression, and he quickly hid it behind the easier shield of humor.

“I noticed,” he admitted quietly. “Though I fear you may have doomed every tailor in Varian. The court ladies will start embroidering flowers onto everything by next week.”

His mouth curved faintly.

“Half of them poorly.” He added quietly, only loud enough for her to hear.

Then, Mina looked between them both, graceful as ever. Lucian couldn’t stop looking at her, blue eyes locked onto her beauty.

"You both look remarkably composed for men surrounded by so much chaos," she remarked, her gaze lingering a second longer on Lucian’s auburn hair before including Drake in her focus. "Lord Drake, Prince Lucian... are you truly as calm as you appear, or are we all just giving very convincing performances tonight?"

”Composed?” Lucian started, stifling a small laugh with his hand. ”I just watched Lord Drake’s brother nearly pass away while my sister dragged him to the dance floor.”

Despite everything, Lucian still somehow found a way to put a smile on his face. Maybe it was because of her proximity to him now?

”Although, you seem far too composed yourself considering Marina just announced a slumber party in front of half the nobility in Caesonia.” He added with a small smile. Yes… She was certainly having an effect on him.

Lucian turned to Drake and then back to Mina, something very clearly on his mind.

”May I be so bold as to request a dance from our fair Varian Rose?” Lucian asked, holding his hand out for Mina.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. ”I’ve been waiting all night to say that...”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Dress
Interactions: @Chrys Amira, @princess Count Emil, @Potter Elena, @remram Magnus
Mentions: None

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Nora couldn't help but overlap Emil's face with another she had regrettably become familiar with. A braver Nora would have had the desire to punch him, knock his lights out and make him regret ever talking to them.

Nora was not brave.

Remaining where she stood instead of hiding behind her sister already felt like more than enough bravery.

"It is a joy to meet you, Lady Elena," Amira greeted her sister, her voice soft. Oh, she was so cute...

Her jaw twitched the instant Emil said her sister's name. Heat prickled across her fingertips, sharp enough to make panic curl in her stomach, and instinctively she reached for Nox.

'I am here. Do not worry.'

She didn't like the way this man looked at her siblings and the anger welling up inside of her was threatening to spill into something she refused to acknowledge. As she felt Nox slip closer to her, she felt the tingle in her fingers dissipate again. Her disgust remained.

Then he looked at her.

Her fleeting courage faltered instantly, every thought scattering like frightened birds. By the time she realized his attention had shifted away again, Amira was already staring at her for help.

However, Nora was somewhere else entirely.

Before she could even process it, the looming figure of her sister stepped in front of her. She glanced up, confused.

”Ladies, why don’t you go find us a table and bring food?” It was not a question–Nora would recognize it as her command to get out. She gave her a look that read: “don’t argue with me, go.”

She felt the swell of emotion that came with her siblings protecting her. She hated this feeling. Hated always being the one protected instead of the protector. Part of her wanted to rip the words straight from his throat for speaking about her sister so casually. But wanting and doing had always been very different things for Nora.

Still, she knew better than to argue with her sister, despite her desire to. She turned to Amira and gently placed her hand at the girls' elbow. "Let's be off, hm?" She asked in a trembling voice she couldn't quite mask.

It was then that she heard the booming voice of her brother.

"Do we have a problem?"

Yes. It was absolutely time to go now. She did not want to be near Magnus and how he would be treating that man.

As she tugged Amira, however, a servant approached her carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers for the girl. Nora blinked, seeing the name. Her head snapped back to her brother, her eyes wide. A look that said, "When did you meet someone?!"

"I - I do not know a Magnus! This - this must be a mistake." Amira called out, trying to stop the servant. "I... do not know a Magnus."

Now, Nora was torn between her sister's earlier command and her desire to know what the heck Magnus was doing sending this woman flowers. Why hadn't he told her that he fancied someone? Was he keeping things from her?!

"I'll tell you all about him..." Nora grumbled, looking back at Magnus as she turned back to Amira again. "Let's go. I promise you, we will ask him later." She told Amira, gently tugging at her wrist to coax her into coming with her.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

Time:Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: All black with mute gold/grey embellishments.
Interactions: @Redking0380 Fareed, @princess ?????, & @Lunarlord34 Freya
Mentions: @Silverspring Ariella, @princess Ana

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“Mockery is a poor substitute for courage.”

"Says the man making a mockery of a woman who's more than half the man he is." Nik replied under his breath. He hadn't known Stratya long, but this man irked him and he couldn't help the way his brow twitched. Even as the womanizer that he was, he couldn't stand men who trampled over them like that.

”I should ask the same thing of you, is this truly how you try to flirt? Please tell me this is not some culture shock between us Sir Nikolai? I thought myself well versed, but if all the men here are this rude then my sisters might end up with more crimes the suitors!"

"You know, Fareed, I should say that I don't think so. Rather, my advances tend to work or, at worst, end with a slap to my face. Though, I think his words might have earned him a fair bit more than a slap to the face. Good thing our fair Captain has a calm head on her shoulders and a forgiving nature about her." Nik mused in reply to his new found friend, sending him a knowing glance of appreciation.

“No. Flirting is for boys and drunkards. I offered the Captain a courtesy she was too proud to understand. But pride has a way of correcting itself.”

"And here's hoping the same is true of stupidity!" Nik called out as the man left, allowing his voice to carry as he pleased. If his grandfather found out, he was sure he'd never hear the end of it, but he didn't care. He held himself with the confidence of a man who couldn't be bothered to keep quiet about rats like him.

Nik's eyes turned, scanning the room for Ariella's presence. He spotted her walking away from that group with the blonde haired woman and his eyes narrowed. Luckily, he felt close enough to respond if needed so he allowed himself to relax again and turned to Fareed. Just as he did, however, the lovely servant from before entered. On her tray, she held a few glasses of a pale brown liquid. Nik almost visibly relaxed more, a softer expression taking over his features.

She whispered something to Nik, her cheeks dusted pink, and handed him two glasses before sauntering off. Nik smirked, suddenly keenly aware of where he might end up that night if all things went well and turned to Fareed. As he did, his gaze shifted over to another blonde woman who had just entered. Her outfit seemed oddly familiar, like a military uniform but in dress form. His mind, without a beat, was suddenly imagining Stratya in a get up like that. No, the skirt was far too short... He couldn't imagine it. His eyes made contact with hers for a brief moment. He gave her a quick smile and a wink before he turned to face Fareed more fully.

"Glass of scotch to wash away the scent of the rat that just left us?" He asked, smirking as he held the other glass out to him. "Kingdom's finest, just don't tell my dad." He joked, knowing full well his father was gone.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova
Sir Nikolai Dragos Berova

Time:Evening
Location: Ballroom
Attire: All black with mute gold/grey embellishments.
Interactions: @CitrusArms Stratya, @Redking0380 Fareed, & @princess ?????
Mentions: @samreaper Kazumin & @Potter Elena

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Nik turned from Stratya and Fareed for a moment when he heard the music change and noticed the crowd turning to look just in time to notice a blonde fool as he pranced, hopped, and skipped to the beat of his own song. Even Nik had to admit that it was hard not to be entertained by him. There was an air about him that Nik liked too, reminding him of some of his old buddies.

He made a mental note to find that blonde fellow later and get to know him. Men that made spectacles of themselves were either idiots… or useful.

As he moved his attention back to the group he’d been entertaining, he then noticed a striking young woman enter who looked, at least in dress, like a gender bent version of himself. Elena Pawonska.... Oh! That family… Well, that might be interesting… He thought to himself, a smirk growing on his lips. A second later, he was pulled back by the very tall man speaking to him again. Right.

”I am known as Fareed, of Alidash. Might I know who speaks to me?”

Nik let a slow smile creep onto his face. He had no idea who this man was but if he was from Alidash, he carried weight. And weight like that was always worth something. However, before he could respond, Stratya was introducing him.

“this is Serr Nikolai, of Varrian. Ooh, Nik. We’ll ‘ave tae sparr sometime, I’d like tae see what ye’ve got.” There was a playful edge in Stratya’s tone to match her grin. Nik chuckled, nodding his head.

”That we must. I need to see if I have what it takes.” He replied with a light tone, though he knew enough from looking that Stratya was no push-over and Nik learned most of his skills from his less than reputable friends so his habits were often less than… honorable. She might have much to teach him yet. He watched as Stratya spoke to Fareed, listening as she spoke about the cuts on her and the dagger that had been used to do it. A curved dagger? Brilliant. That only narrowed it down to… half the world.

He was about to say something more to Stratya, ask her about the dagger, when another man appeared. This one wore black, severe and almost priestly, if Nik had to guess. He watched those green eyes stare right past him at Stratya. He blinked for a moment as he listened to him speak.

“Dance with me.” the man demanded. “...You will find, Captain, that when the world is finished applauding your little rebellion, there are still men willing to show you where a woman belongs.”

His smile returned. “And I am not a man who enjoys being refused.”

Did… did that normally work for him? Gods, Nik almost wanted to see the success rate. Almost.

Nik blinked once, slow and then dragged his tongue over his teeth to hide the laugh threatening to break through as Stratya replied, telling him exactly where she thought he belonged. Then, before he could say anything so much as protest, she was gone. Like a bat out of hell. He couldn’t blame her but…

Nik slowly looked from Fareed and then back to the priestly looking man.

”Bold strategy. How often does it fail this spectacularly?” Nik asked aloud, watching him.