Inertia

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Tunic Interaction(s): Wulfric Danrose @SilverPaw, Wystan Blackmane @mantou Mention(s): Harper and Clive, rest of the party-goers.

To say last night was a disaster would be the understatement of the decade. A large number of the party attendants were rushed into their medical ward. Some form of concoction was taken en-masse causing a wonderful variety of effects. Although he wasn’t entirely blindsided by the occurrence. Clive had reached him whilst he conversed with Harper. It was a quick report, one that managed to anger him… Although he managed to keep his emotions in check.

As the nobility poured in, Auguste’s eyes trained on his siblings. His head throbbed, his mind relapsing to the day of Anastasia’s kidnapping. He followed Wulfric’s lead, and although a tad rough on Callum, Auguste could not blame his brother. ”Brother…” He started but stopped. Wulfric’s fury would remain unabated, in times like these it was best to give him space.

Auguste would spend his energy on assisting where needed and overseeing the ward, unable to sleep.

Auguste looked disheveled. Although not a stranger at carrying himself through exhaustion, a keen eye could tell the prince has barely had a wink of sleep. His eyes were sunken in, his countenance less refined and crafted, and a weak gait. Perhaps he managed a couple of minutes of sleep every other hour or so. He hadn’t left his office since assisting the medical ward.

Auguste wore the same linen attire as yesterday. He had fetched for a black tunic, laced with a golden thread. This tunic hung around his shoulders, as he contemplated last night’s events.

A clean plate and a finished cup of coffee… or three laid on the tray atop his desk. Auguste’s hand remained firmly on his temple. He worried deeply for his siblings and the other attendants. The biting worry of the political ramification of such an event lingered in the back of his mind, although assuredly, a lesser worry.

The biggest worry was who in their right mind would inebriate or poison nobility. While aware of such a party, he should have placed higher stock over that event. It could have cost him his siblings lives. Identification of the perpetrators was at the forefront of his mind.
Three rhythmic thumps sounded against his door. ”Come in.” The familiar figure of Wystan entered his office. Auguste greeted him with a short, tired smile. An unintentional, barely restrained expression of fury now masked his features. ”Although I have received a preliminary report… What the hell happened last night, Wystan?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Wulfric & Auguste

Mentions: @Potter Persephone, @Helo Callum, Anastasia

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Left alone in the meeting room, Wulfric paced for a minute or two. If it hadn’t been for father discovering the after-party affair, and bringing it to attention so soon…he would have likely urged the investigators to make haste compiling and inspecting evidence of Violet’s murder. Then again, he now knew for certain some shahzade and shezhadi had been roped into Callum and Anastasia’s unwise scheme. That was concerning enough to tend to sooner rather than later.

His thoughts were interrupted by a guard arriving – the one he’d ordered to come make a report on the night’s patrols. Wulfric got a brief overview of the guards’ movements south of the castle between nine and ten. As expected, until the body’s discovery by Dr. Williamson, nothing and no one of particular note had been seen. Wulfric dismissed the guard back to his duties, then informed select servants where he would be relocating, so as to ensure those who needed to would find him easily.

Arrangements made, he grabbed the map, his notes from the previous meeting, and Calbert’s sketch of the suspect, and promptly made his way to Auguste’s office. He knocked once against the wooden door, then let himself in.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Auguste, but we’ve urgent matters to discuss.” The office was familiar; the two had visited each other in their studies on numerous occasions.

Auguste looked up from his documents as Wulfric entered his office, his tired eyes meeting his brother’s own. A smile met his brother all the same.

“Father has discovered the existence of the after party – via a missing carriage, of all things,” Wulfric’s tone revealed how ridiculously obvious he thought their younger siblings had been. “According to him, the Sultan’s children and some others were led elsewhere by Callum. I offered to handle the matter, but he did mention he would have someone find them.” He gave his brother a small, lopsided smirk. Auguste and he were aware of the general area of the party, and had had Wystan follow there. With the king busy obtaining information they already possessed, the two of them could talk in peace.

Auguste sighed, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. Callum. He thought wearily yet unsurprised. “My, it seems like father has caught up with what we know so far.” He stretched his hand to shake off the stiffness. Wulfric had that look about him that he had more to discuss. “... It appears you have more to say.”

“Yes,” Wulfric sighed. “Perhaps we should send backup for Wystan first,” he suggested. “As for the other situation at hand…” the eldest brother faced his younger one with a grave expression. “Violet Damien was murdered,” he announced, and let a moment pass for the information to set in.

“We can send for Harper and a knight to escort her.” The situation seemed dire if Wystan required backup. He looked at his brother’s grave countenance before continuing. “... Perhaps it’s best I set off after this meeting?”

Auguste’s eyes widened at Wulfric’s final words. “Violet… murdered?” He sunk back into his seat to take in the words. A murder occurring under the Danroses’ vigil? Right after their event? The Damien family... Although he may not personally like Count Damien, a loss of their family is a piteous occasion. A mix of pity and indignation swirled within the Auguste. Pity for the Damien family and indignation at the fact that someone would murder someone so close to the Royal castle and get away with it.

Auguste quickly recomposed himself. The tiredness in his eyes disappeared, instead replaced with focus and zeal.

When Auguste was ready to proceed, Wulfric motioned for him to clear the desk. Then, he set the items he’d brought with him on it. He tapped the sketch of the blonde woman which he’d placed on top. “She is the one concrete lead we have, so please, whatever you know…” he cajoled, because he did expect Auguste to offer some resistance when it was an acquaintance of his who was indicated as a potential suspect.

Persephone, the young lady he danced with and offered food to. Although he was merely acquainted with her, she did not seem the type to murder in cold blood. Looks could certainly be deceiving, but he would trust his own gut… unless further evidence implicated her as the murderer. “Persephone, yes… I danced with her.” He tapped his finger on the sketch, “I do not know the young lady beyond that, however.”

Wulfric looked up sharply. “You know her name? That is helpful.”

Auguste paused, hesitant to relay this piece of information. Another moment of silence passed before he spoke, “I did indeed offer her access to the pantry for leftovers… although a servant was to accompany and watch her as she did so.” He tented his fingers. “Surely that would lessen suspicion on her?”

Wulfric finally took a seat across Auguste, nodding slowly. Not in agreement, but because he was restructuring the heretofore known information. “Count Damien had seen her with what he believed was bread stolen from the ball, and then found a piece of it right next to the body…Doctor Williamson saw someone who could have been her leaving the scene, though he wasn’t certain. I imagine it is likely that she was the one there, however…” he crossed one leg over the other, leaning back into the seat as he thought. He wasn’t certain how helpful it would be to reveal to his brother his own doubts as to whether this woman was the murderer.

“I will be frank with you,” he declared his decision. “There are some inconsistencies that leave much room for the murderer to be someone else. Yet, we must pursue her.” Wulfric considered it self-evident why; running away was indeed suspicious.

“Of course.” Auguste stole a glance at the sketch, “That would be the most sensible course of action.”

“You know…” Wulfric leaned on Auguste’s desk, a tight-lipped smile forming. “Count Damien did mention this woman had overheard a conversation between him and someone else. If you question her first, with your friendly face and approach - she may reveal what it is that Calbert would prefer to hide. And if she is the murderer, I wouldn’t be surprised if the implied promise of your backing would be enough to entice her to a confession,” he concluded, and settled back into his chair. What Wulfric didn’t mention was that if Auguste didn’t extract any information from her, someone else would, and on much less pleasant terms.

Auguste smiled at Wulfric's plan. “A cunning proposition, brother. One that almost satisfies both of our worries. Truly a mind geared for politics,” Auguste complimented. “You’re right. If anything, we’ve built a small rapport. There is a decent chance she confesses and if she does, best she does so whilst under our... direct supervision.”

“The most pressing matter - figuring out what sort of ordeal our siblings had dived into and secure both them and our guests safely.” he said in a matter-of-fact manner as he fiddled with his quill, “Actually, would you mind elaborating on why Wystan needed assistance?”

“Not assistance per se. But it might be faster than waiting for him to return, and I’d prefer to know who exactly is at the party and what state they are in as soon as possible. Though if you’d already ordered him to be expedient, then there is no need for anyone else. I do worry who all father sent to search for them, and what their orders are…” it was a factor he had no oversight of, which was both worrying and irksome.

Auguste waited for Wulfric's explanation before continuing. “Secondly, once we get in contact with Wystan again, we must use his… seedier connections to find Persephone.” Auguste said, “If she is on the run, they have the best chance of finding her faster than whomever Count Damien sends. It is also best we clue in Harper into this.”

“Ah, yes - but do not mention it was Violet who was murdered, or that this pertains to Calbert. There are only a few of us who are aware - father excluded.” Wulfric had just remembered that he’d not yet informed Auguste that the victim’s identity would not be announced. “While he wishes to conceal this for Crystal’s sake, I do not want the populace to panic, which they surely would if it was known that such a high-profile target was killed.”

Auguste nodded in acknowledgement. “Yes, it is best we limit this knowledge to those within our circle of trust.” Calbert’s request was reasonable. Even if the Danroses had much to gain, he would block such a distasteful course of action; parading that a parent’s daughter had been murdered is much too much.

“I also believe we need to have a word with the servant who was to accompany her, they might’ve seen something… or perhaps they’re the spy-” he cut himself off, “No, no it would be treading into baseless conspiracy to lay such accusations.”

“Well, you can have that servant questioned,” Wulfric didn’t seem too concerned. “However, the body was discovered an hour after the ball, so I wouldn’t expect much from that line of inquiry.” He reached a hand out, and set the sketch of Persephone aside, revealing the marked map of Sorian and his notes underneath. “See?” he tapped at the documents. “These were the patrol routes…when the doctor found the body here,” he pointed at the x on the map, “the guards were around here,” he indicated another location fairly nearby. “And if you read through that,” he nodded at the notes, “you’ll notice we have scant facts.”

“Hmm. Considering the time-frame, you may be right regarding the servant.” Although his suspicions lessened, it may be best he still ask some questions to the servant if they had seen anything out of the ordinary as a precautionary measure.

Auguste read the notes and scanned the map, trailing the patrol route around the site of murder. Could it have been planned or a simple happenstance?

Wulfric gave Auguste a moment to go through the information. “Putting aside Persephone, what impression do you have of the murder? While I have ideas on the motive, I am unclear as to the method, whether the act was planned or not…or if we should take it as an indicator of greater underlying social unrest.”

“I would like to hear your thoughts on the motive first, brother.” Auguste eyed Wulfric expectantly. From the years he’s known Wulfric, his modus operandi revolved around logic and reasoning. Wulfric's relative objectivity was one he valued greatly.

“Very well,” Wulfric agreed. “The most obvious one to me is a deep grudge against Calbert Damien. I would wager he was the intended target of this attack rather than Violet.” With how reclusive she’d been, it was unlikely that she’d gained someone’s enmity to the point of them killing her for it. “So, someone who resents and hates the count,” he concluded.

“While Count Damien himself noted Persephone might desire vengeance against him - for having ‘confronted’ her for the spying and theft…” he tapped his fingers against the armrest. “It is unlikely, though not impossible, that she would come to harbour such animosity from a single meeting. I’d sooner say she ran because she was afraid,” Wulfric speculated.

“While I'm aware that Count Damien is not in the most stable emotional state given the circumstances, that is quite a reaching accusation.” Auguste sighed, brows creasing. Wulfric rolled a shoulder. “To quote the count, he was ‘admittedly harsh with the girl’ during their initial meeting.”

He closed his eyes, “Now, where was I…” then opened them after a short moment. “Ah, yes. If the murderer is not Persephone, it might be a person the count is unaware of. For one, I find it difficult to believe he would leave such an enemy lying around if he knew of them.” If it were him, Wulfric would prefer to remove such dangers, and suspected it was the same for Calbert. “For another, he would name them as a suspect - of course, he is yet to relay a full list of potential culprits,” he allowed. “But the others he did mention as suspicious were…Kazumin Nagasa, the storyteller, and Lord Roman Ravenwood,” his tone revealed he considered both dubious options.

“It seems more likely that this was happenstance than planned given how… haphazard this situation occurred.” Auguste replied. He raised a brow at the other two suspects. “It appears we truly have scant details and evidence.”

“If it is someone Calbert could not name, someone outside the sphere of his influence…someone confident that they would not be discovered…” Wulfric trailed off. Obviously, such a person would be hard for them to find as well.
“The second idea is a more speculative one, and likely giving the killer too much credit. However, it may be someone who detests nobility, and who wished to make a statement. If that is the case, we should be wary of the possibility of them acting again.”

“Certainly a possibility, especially given the current civil unrest within our kingdom,” Auguste agreed. “Though an odd and clumsy message to send to nobility.”

There was a lull of silence as Auguste gathered his thoughts. He let a few moments pass in thought before speaking. “I'm leaning more towards the likelihood of this being an extremely unfortunate happenstance.” He crossed his arms. “As you've stated, Violet was likely not the target. A warning to Count Damien… perhaps? Or a botched assassination.”

“A thing to consider, this would-be assassin's confidence to murder within vicinity of patrolling guards.” Auguste said, “Though they may have simply been lucky, is there a possibility that they knew the route of the patrolling guards? Being able to dodge the patrols is no easy feat.” Especially given how Auguste had personally rigorously trained the patrols. “Perhaps Violet was lured and murdered in a location the assassin knew no guards patrolled. Though… as you've said, this may be giving the assassin too much credit.”

“It is precisely because of how well-guarded that area is, and there being such mystery as to how the murder was committed that I was thinking it could have been planned. But as you said, it is not conclusive,” Wulfric gave his input.

“Speculations aside, given the scant details, further investigation is necessary.” Auguste concluded. There was very little to go off of.

“Indeed. That will be commenced tomorrow,” Wulfric folded an arm across his lap. “While we wait to receive word from Wystan…We can attain intelligence from sources closer at hand. I believe ascertaining the situation at the guest house is most critical. If any of those who’ve remained behind are already aware that something unusual is occurring…” he grimaced minutely.

“Sounds like a plan.” Auguste agreed as he rose from his seat. “Shall we?”

Wulfric tilted his head to the side, surprised. “Hmm? No, if we head there personally, that would be much too conspicuous. Let’s send someone.

“Ah, alright. We could do that.” Auguste said, scratching his cheek. It definitely was best to delegate the task to someone else. The duo were too conspicuous to be doing such tasks anyway.

After some time, the servant who had been sent had returned to the brothers. The dark-haired Bernadette stepped up to them, clearing her throat. There had been enough witnesses to get a decent report on what had occurred earlier tonight. “Your Highnesses. I have the story, I believe. Princess Anastasia came in earlier tonight and asked many to meet her at the stable. Shehzadi Nahir Kadir, Shehzadi Mayet Kadir, Shahzade Munir Kadir, Lady Zarai Lesdeman, Lord Roman Ravenwood and Lord Leo Smithwood. Shehzadi Layla Kadir was also invited, but she chose not to go. The Princess returned here to collect Prince Callum, then they all met at the stable…The stable boy, Darryn, is now missing.”

“She…she went into the guest house to invite them,” Wulfric put two fingers to his brow, and massaged his temple. It was as close to a facepalm as he would allow in a public setting. Did Anastasia not care at all if this expedition of hers was widely known? “Right. Does anyone over there seem concerned over their absence at the moment?”

“The servants. The Sultan is fast asleep and we are unsure where the Vizier is.” She replied curtly.

Auguste, once more, was found pinching the ridge of his nose. Anastasia. He should have predicted that she would either coral or assist their guests to this party. Between Violet’s murder and this ‘party’, tomorrow will be a hell of a day. “Other than Darryn, are any of the other servants unaccounted?”

As the servant nodded her head horizontally, the sound of a sword slowly unsheathing filled the room. Someone dressed in armor was leaning in the doorway. The sword was resheathed once she felt she had their attention. Swiftly, she pulled off her helmet, a deadly look in the queen’s eyes as she set them on those before her. She lifted her chin and glared down at the servant. “Leave.” Alibeth gave a slight head jerk and Bernadette hastily walked out past her. “I will be taking some men,” Alibeth announced coolly. After a pause, she added, “Your father told me everything.”

“Your Majesty.” The formal address felt appropriate given his mother’s demeanor. “We can arrange matters here for a smooth return,” Wulfric offered.

Auguste followed suit. “Your Majesty.” The prince had scant seen his mother like this, but when he did, there was little he could do to mollify her fury. He wished a silent ‘good luck’ to his siblings. “We will assist as required, mother.”

”Good. Have our medic chamber ready,” Alibeth told them. “You’ll both remain here.” She set the helmet back on her head. Whatever was going on, she did not care. Her children were out in some warehouse and she wasn’t coming home until she found them and dragged them there. As for anyone in her way… Perhaps that’s what she needed the medic chamber for. She withdrew from her spot in the doorway and made her departure without another word.

“As you command, mother.” Auguste replied. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding as soon as she left his office. He looked to Wulfric, “Shall we have the doctors notified?”

On the other hand, a small, proud smile graced Wulfric’s lips as he watched the queen depart. Now that was the kind of presence and decisiveness a leader should strive to. If only…He shook his head once, and turned to Auguste. “Yes. I suggest we find whoever thought it was wise to remain silent on the Alidasht’s involvement. If the Sultan decides that this time, proper recompense is needed…” he trailed off darkly. He would gladly see however many other heads roll if it meant that Callum and Anastasia were to be spared.

“Yes, I agree. Thinking of the ramifications gives me a headache.” Auguste let off another tired sigh, “Tomorrow will be a hell of a day.”

O R I F L A M M E

I'll also place tentative interest, the setting is dope.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Auguste & Saiya

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Auguste was always up to any challenge… any competition lit a fire within him. Be it dancing, swordsmanship, or even a simple parlour game. Many would purposefully (and noticeably) lose to him either to avoid antagonizing royalty or to curry favour with him. Both annoyed the prince to different degrees, and he soon ‘ices’ the relationship to simple formality. It was a rarity to have others take him seriously and attempt their best, moreso to fragrantly state it to his face. It was why he had respect for Wystan’s style of combat, a true spectacle to behold.

A competitive gleam shone in Auguste’s eyes as he reignited his smile. ”Well, it remains to be seen, then?” He offered his hand out to her in a slight bow. Saiya took his hand as she offered a curtsy, having caught the look in his eyes and deciding that this dance was likely going to be quite fun.

”Don’t go thinking for a second I’m going to go easy on you either just because you’re a prince. I like to knock princes off their high horse.” She said teasingly to him, allowing even a slight flirtatious tone to enter her voice. She was feeling excitement for the challenge that lay ahead of her and she only hoped that she wouldn’t disappoint him.

The music began as the second dance was announced. ”I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Auguste replied, ”Being named as the Caesonian prince who managed to outdance an Alidashtian? Well, think of the stories and ballads.” A chuckle escaped his lips.

Auguste led the duo, the dance already made up in his mind- The Slow Foxtrot. He placed his right hand under her shoulder blades, his left hand enclosed her right. Three quick steps, with meticulous footwork. The beginning steps of his chosen dance. The steps alternated in speed- quick and slow. However, Auguste would purposefully speed up or slow down much quicker than the initial step. His small smile beamed at her as he did this.

Saiya was quick to follow his steps, taking only a moment to understand the dance he chose. Definitely a challenging dance, especially with how he decided to speed up and slow down at times, but a grin remained on her face as she kept in time with him. ”Very impressive, I wonder what would happen if I take over and do this?” She said with a smirk as she took control of the dance. She kept with a slow foxtrot for the time and led them into stepping in a tight circle, but half way through she paused for a beat then reversed the normal step.

Auguste’s eyes widened at her changing the pace of the dance and even taking the lead and turning him to a follower. It seemed that she truly kept her word. Were it not for his training as a prince for dancing and footwork, he likely would have stumbled. ”My, what a quick change. I’m impressed, truly.” He said, ”Although it is under unexpected situations that I…” He observed her movement and ascertained her intent and followed steps. ”Thrive.” Following her lead looked almost simple to observers, as if Saiya was the lead from the beginning. He bided his time, waiting for an opening, a simplistic step to overturn her control.

Auguste would soon find his quarry. He predicted her next step and took control once more. He unfurled their closed position and released his right hand to perform a fan exit. Next he would pull her with his left hand and place their combined hands over her left shoulder. In his mind had awaited what she would do from this position.

Saiya let out a small, surprised gasp as he took control once more, but she managed not to stumble. He pulled her back and she followed his lead until she was in a position with her back towards him and their arms across the front of her. She took a moment to pause there and grinned up at Auguste. ”You almost had me there, Prince.” She said to him as she decided on what her next move would be. ”Almost.” With that she spun out and away from him, keeping hold of his hand. She then changed up the steps as she moved back into position, closer than they originally were as she took up a rumba.

”I wonder if I’ve met my match with dancing?” She said as her hips swayed with the steps of the rumba.

”Truly so.” Auguste replied, noting the change of pace to Rumba. ”Perhaps it’s indeed me on the back foot.” He followed her steps once as he racked his mind for a dance he could potentially transition into to take back control. The duo danced around the couples, missing a few by mere inches as they were entranced by their own competition.

Auguste smiled, and bent backwards. Letting her catch his back so he could be pulled back up into another transition. This time, the steps were the ever-familiar Viannese waltz. The same dance he had taught Persephone. Although this time, turned up to eleven. He danced each step with flourish and speed, not leaving room for mistakes or hesitance. Saiya let out a small laugh of joy now, finding the continuation of switching dances increasingly fun. They seemed to be dancing circles around the other couples. She decided she’d back off for a little while and let him lead as she needed to make more conversation before this dance was over.

”Tell me, Your Grace, are all princes of Caesonia required to become so skilled in dance or are you unique?” She asked him, a grin on her face. ”It also has me questioning what else you’re skilled in as well?”

”It is indeed a sort of pre-requisite for princes. Although, I’ll say my brother Wulfric is fairly skilled.” Auguste said, ”While he’s no slouch, I daresay I could dance circles around him.”

”The art of dance bears passing similarities with another passion of mine.” He continued, a glint in his eye. ”I very much enjoy swordsmanship, as you may have heard.”

”Not many could follow my steps as easily as you, Lady Saiya. The only other one who could truly keep up is dear old Wystan.” Auguste complimented, ”I wasn’t holding back either, yet you still rose to the challenge.”

”Alidasht may well and truly hold the best dancers across our continents.” He slowed the tempo of their dance in-line with the music. He noticed that she still seemed energetic and followed his steps with the same speed and precision as when they started. ”What about yourself, Lady Saiya? Your steps signify you as an excellent dancer. Is that truly all?”

"I thank you for the compliment, Prince Auguste. Your own dancing has impressed me as well, though it makes sense knowing your love of swordsmanship." Saiya replied with a grin, though a part of her was increasingly intrigued by the skill of the other princes. It seemed she'd gotten quite lucky choosing Auguste to approach first.

"As for whether dancing is the only skill I hold, I can assure you it is not. There is far more than meets the eye with me. However…" She gave him a sly grin as she began to relax more into the dance, no longer feeling like they were in a competition and now feeling as if they'd transitioned merely into talking. "What fun would it be if I revealed everything about myself to you now? We have a whole season to learn about each other. Perhaps it could be another fun competition between us, since you seem to enjoy competition just as much as myself?"

"My, it appears my penchant for swordsmanship is well renowned across the seas." Auguste replied. "Well, I hope I may be able to witness Alidashtan skill with the blade with my own eyes."

”Truly so, we do indeed have an entire season to learn about each other, Caesonian, Varian, and Alidasht alike. Perhaps to the betterment of our kingdoms” Auguste smiled at the prospect. ”Perhaps you will see me sooner rather than later, as I may be attending the dinner the Sultan has planned with the Vikenas.”

The music began lulling to a stop. Auguste released their clasped forms. "It has been an honour." He performed a form-perfect bow. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the night Lady Saiya."

”I have a feeling that’s going to be quite an interesting dinner.” Saiya said with a small laugh, but there was a nervousness in her voice at the thought of it. She felt a little bad for the Duke as she had a feeling certain people would make the dinner as hellish as possible. ”The honor has been all mine, Prince Auguste.” She said as she dipped into a curtsy. ”I hope you do as well.” She said with a friendly smile before turning and taking her leave.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers: Rebirth

Tag(s): Lorelei @Tae

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The Librarium sent Ixius off with a big smile, he didn't know that his masters could smile that wide. Ixius was unsure if they were happy that he would broaden his horizons... or that he was not their responsibility for at least a few years. "Learn well, young Ixius." The crimson-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at them, giving them a stern look. "Keep Arch-Magus Fallard's words in mind." After another moment passes, he sighs before stepping into the carriage. "I'll be sure to uphold the Librarium's reputation."

A few other Magus rode on the carriage with Ixius. Though some gave blank introductions, he replied with a perfunctory introduction before unclasping a tome. The only time his eyes were away from his tome were during his short bouts of sleep. The environment, buildings, atmosphere, society... not really interested him as much as the contents within the tome. Soon the other Magus' stopped attempting to converse with him, leaving him to read in peaceful bliss. Some recognized him due to his infamy within the Librarium. Not many would openly disrespect mercenary bands as he had.

The academy soon loomed over the horizon, the architecture and magic became more apparent as the carriage drew closer. The boy did look up from his tome, taking in the academy. It was clear that the head of the acedmy- Asmodius Hoseforn, had been with the Librarium. The currently known longest living human mage and a Magus' Librarium alumni. Some of the etchings felt familiar, yet alien to Ixius. The magic recognizable... yet unreadable. The magical aura held by the building was almost suffocating; so much so that even a non-magically inclined individual could feel the thrums of magic against the back of their head.

"Impressive..." Ixius mumbled to himself, stepping off the carriage. He would find himself abandoned by those in the carriage, as he had taken more than a few moments marveling at the building. A fellow student bumped into his shoulder causing him to careen to the floor. Luckily he caught himself before he could fall.

"... out of the way," The student scoffed before walking away and muttering to himself, ^{"... Damned wizards."}

Ixius looked indifferently at the brutish boy who was a few heads taller than him. Clearly a non-magic user looking at their oafish self. He didn't get to reply as the boy left as quickly as he appeared. Such expected behavior...

The processions would begin. The introductions of the teachers. All exuded a terrifying aura, even the non-magic teachers. Especially the one with the mask, Dex. The feast. The Magus ate quietly and quickly, a female student practically inhaling down the food made him lose his appetite quickly. He left the feast earlier than most.

The acceptance letter he fished out of his pockets turned into a map, guiding him to his sanctuary- his personal dorm. He found his room quickly, the doors clicked open as soon as he stood in-front of it. Ixius raised an eyebrow curiously, "Did it detect my magical signature?" He said, "For them to already know my magical signature... interesting."

"Welcome, Ixius Delthrane," A voice spoke up, "This will be your dorm room for the foreseeable future. There is a bathroom in the door to your right that you and your roommate may share if you do not wish to use the public baths. While sleeping in the dorm room is not strictly required, sleeping in any non sanctioned area of the school is forbidden and may result in disciplinary action."

"Understood. What shall I call you?"

"Athena is fine" The voice replied.

Ixius eyes shone curiously. Athena was quite something, even the acceptance letter had stringent counterfeit measures. He would pepper her with questions later on.

He took in the room- personal beds, study desks, dressers and shelves. His eyes drifted to his belongings, it was sent a week in advance by the Librarium, at the insistence of his mentor. It wasn't much, mostly just clothing, books and scrolls, and other miscellaneous knick-knacks. He had simplistic material possessions, not really seeing the need for fashion over practicality and comfort.

Ixius sauntered over to his table, unclasping the same tome he was reading on the carriage. A book about magical theory, 'Fundamentals of Rudimentary Teleportation'. He would unpack his belongings later.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers: Rebirth

Ixius Delthrane

Name
Ixius Delthrane

Race
Human

Age
18

Apperance
Ixius stands at a below average height of 5'9" for his age. He has loose and scraggly hair, like wild waves crashing into each other. The boy, in an attempt to not besmirch his guild's name, keeps his robes and uniform in pristine condition. Even the way he handles himself; his walk, posture, cadence, general demeanor, are all tailored to not give ill-repute to his fellow wizards. Aside from that, his most striking feature are his vibrant crimson eyes, threatening to pull you in.

Class
Magus, a more scholarly form of a wizard

Personality
Ixius is what one could call sheltered. His guild had raised, trained and educated him in the Magus' Towers for most of his life. As such has a warped and overdeveloped sense of pride towards (any form of) magic and wizardry in general due to being exposed to magic for most of his life. He believes magic to be superior and a better form of warfare and combat compared to swordsmanship. "A magicians mere presence on the battlefield can dramatically shift tides of the war. With spells they are able to change the very earth itself and mold it as they see fit." Atleast... that's how Ixius views it.

Ixius has an arrogant streak about him and a 'look-down-your-nose' attitude towards non-magic users. It really doesn't take much for Ixius to piss off a random crowd with his words- his intonation and cadence doesn't help his case either. All of his arrogance stems from his love and absolute passion for magic and everything related to it. Ixius harbours great respect and reverence towards magic users who have honed their craft and could speak to them about magical theory and application endlessly.

He has a preference to being alone, the young mage can spend hours upon poring upon tomes to the point where he he forgets to feed himself. It's to the point where his own master and higher-ranking Magus urge him to spend more time outside, seeing his methods as unhealthy, especially for a growing kid.

Ixius doesn't give much respect to those who have taken upon other forms of combat, the boy doesn't have enough real world experience to know that other forms of combat are strong when used properly and with the right hands.

Backstory
Ixius was taken into the Magus' Librarium during his youth for having exceptional aptitude and sense for magic. Not that he could even remember his parents or what they looked like. In his youth he absorbed magic theory like a sponge and eventually became enamored with the subject matter. Though explicitly forbidden to, he secretly practiced spells and theory which helped expand his mana reserves during his youth. He's spent nearly a decade of his life to simply reading and understanding magic theory before he was even allowed (officially) to cast a simple fireball spell. The senior magus were surprised at how fast he formed the fireball and noted that it had more power than usual for a magus his age.

Even for a Magus, Ixius would spend most of his time researching. His peers would leave him alone as he preferred studying and reading magic than going out to party and socialize. Many viewed this as anti-social behaviour but the boy would prove to be fine on the rare occasion that he did attend gatherings or parties; his peers even found him charismatic (if not arrogant) in the way he spoke, able to articulate and argue his points well.

Though the magus tried their best to teach instill a sense of balance regarding magic, even reiterating that magic is not an omnipotent force, he still developed warped sense of superiority regarding magic.

This came to a head a famous mercenary band that visited the Magus' Tower for a request. They were openly disregarded and even disrespected Ixius for using non-magic means to achieve their status. Tensions flared and egos bruised. Eventually, the mercenaries, having had enough, drew their weaponry and threatened the young man. Ixius, similarly, began silently concentrating a spell. The Librarium intervened in time, disarming the men of their weapon and dispelling the magic Ixius was casting.

Try as they might, the magus in the guild could not successfully rid the stigma that had taken root in the young man. Soon he would be sent to Hoseforn Academy; the Magus' hoped that the Academy could broaden the young Magus' narrow view of the world before his stigma could fester into something worse.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths

Studious: As one would expect from a Magus, Ixius is a learned individual. He has a working understanding of many different magical theories. He is also quick to learn anything that he takes a keen interest in.

Magic: Ixius has practiced magic well before he was truly allowed to do so. In turn he has developed a larger mana pool than average for his age. He is adept in incantation magicks, more-so than other magus or magicians his age. Ixius can also be considered a beginner in using rune magic, as he has taken interest in recent years.

Concentration: Ixius' concentration is said to be a talent. His concentration is near-unbreakable, even able to shirk off pain to continue casting spells. Secretly, he is able to cast spells chantless, but he has avoided informing others of this.

Magic sense: Ixius has a sensitive sense for magic, able to easily discern any magic used within his general vicinity. He is also able to sense scant traces of magic, long after the magic has been casted.

Stamina: "A studied mind requires a healthy body." A common mantra repeated to him by his master. While he much preferred spending his time studying and researching magic, the Librarium has essentially forced him to take care of his body. The Librarium valued self-care, as Magus upon Magus would sometimes bury themselves in research and destroy their body. As such, their exercise regimen was harsh. Ixius has a excellent stamina compared to normal magicians.

Weaknesses

Physicality: While trained well by the Librarium to have good stamina, Ixius can be said to be notoriously below average or even bad in other forms of physicality. The boy has never taken much of an interest in other forms of physicality not enforced by the Librarium.

Weaponry Ixius essentially has zero experience with weaponry of any sort. Give him a blunt sword and he'd likely find a way to cut himself.

Arrogance with Magic: Ixius believes that magic is the most superior form of warfare and combat. It'd be an undertaking to shift his beliefs in this.

Spirit Magic: While having a working understanding of spirit magic and able to make a pact with spirits, Ixius is unable to use their magic as spirits are wont to avoiding Ixius. Partly due to his general attitude.

Alcohol: Actively avoids alcohol. Ixius is an extreme lightweight and can get drunk easily. Does not like how he is reported to act when drunk as he does not remember his drunken escapades.

Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers: Rebirth

Ixius Delthrane

Name
Ixius Delthrane

Race
Human

Age
18

Apperance
Ixius stands at a below average height of 5'9" for his age. He has loose and scraggly hair, like wild waves crashing into each other. The boy, in an attempt to not besmirch his guild's name, keeps his robes and uniform in pristine condition. Even the way he handles himself; his walk, posture, cadence, general demeanor, are all tailored to not give ill-repute to his fellow wizards. Aside from that, his most striking feature are his vibrant crimson eyes, threatening to pull you in.

Class
Magus, a more scholarly form of a wizard

Personality
Ixius is what one could call sheltered. His guild had raised, trained and educated him in the Magus' Towers for most of his life. As such has a warped and overdeveloped sense of pride towards (any form of) magic and wizardry in general due to being exposed to magic for most of his life. He believes magic to be superior and a better form of warfare and combat compared to swordsmanship. "A magicians mere presence on the battlefield can dramatically shift tides of the war. With spells they are able to change the very earth itself and mold it as they see fit." Atleast... that's how Ixius views it.

Ixius has an arrogant streak about him and a 'look-down-your-nose' attitude towards non-magic users. It really doesn't take much for Ixius to piss off a random crowd with his words- his intonation and cadence doesn't help his case either. All of his arrogance stems from his love and absolute passion for magic and everything related to it. Ixius harbours great respect and reverence towards magic users who have honed their craft and could speak to them about magical theory and application endlessly.

He has a preference to being alone, the young mage can spend hours upon poring upon tomes to the point where he he forgets to feed himself. It's to the point where his own master and higher-ranking Magus urge him to spend more time outside, seeing his methods as unhealthy, especially for a growing kid.

Ixius doesn't give much respect to those who have taken upon other forms of combat, the boy doesn't have enough real world experience to know that other forms of combat are strong when used properly and with the right hands.

Backstory
Ixius was taken into the Magus' Librarium during his youth for having exceptional aptitude and sense for magic. Not that he could even remember his parents or what they looked like. In his youth he absorbed magic theory like a sponge and eventually became enamored with the subject matter. Though explicitly forbidden to, he secretly practiced spells and theory which helped expand his mana reserves during his youth. He's spent nearly a decade of his life to simply reading and understanding magic theory before he was even allowed (officially) to cast a simple fireball spell. The senior magus were surprised at how fast he formed the fireball and noted that it had more power than usual for a magus his age.

Even for a Magus, Ixius would spend most of his time researching. His peers would leave him alone as he preferred studying and reading magic than going out to party and socialize. Many viewed this as anti-social behaviour but the boy would prove to be fine on the rare occasion that he did attend gatherings or parties; his peers even found him charismatic (if not arrogant) in the way he spoke, able to articulate and argue his points well.

Though the magus tried their best to teach instill a sense of balance regarding magic, even reiterating that magic is not an omnipotent force, he still developed warped sense of superiority regarding magic.

This came to a head a famous mercenary band that visited the Magus' Tower for a request. They were openly disregarded and even disrespected Ixius for using non-magic means to achieve their status. Tensions flared and egos bruised. Eventually, the mercenaries, having had enough, drew their weaponry and threatened the young man. Ixius, similarly, began silently concentrating a spell. The Librarium intervened in time, disarming the men of their weapon and dispelling the magic Ixius was casting.

Try as they might, the magus in the guild could not successfully rid the stigma that had taken root in the young man. Soon he would be sent to Hoseforn Academy; the Magus' hoped that the Academy could broaden the young Magus' narrow view of the world before his stigma could fester into something worse.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths

Studious: As one would expect from a Magus, Ixius is a learned individual. He has a working understanding of many different magical theories. He is also quick to learn anything that he takes a keen interest in.

Magic: Ixius has practiced magic well before he was truly allowed to do so. In turn he has developed a larger mana pool than average for his age. He is adept in incantation magicks, more-so than other magus or magicians his age. Ixius can also be considered a beginner in using rune magic, as he has taken interest in recent years.

Concentration: Ixius' concentration is said to be a talent. His concentration is near-unbreakable, even able to shirk off pain to continue casting spells. Secretly, he is able to cast spells chantless, but he has avoided informing others of this.

Magic sense: Ixius has a sensitive sense for magic, able to easily discern any magic used within his general vicinity. He is also able to sense scant traces of magic, long after the magic has been casted.

Stamina: "A studied mind requires a healthy body." A common mantra repeated to him by his master. While he much preferred spending his time studying and researching magic, the Librarium has essentially forced him to take care of his body. The Librarium valued self-care, as Magus upon Magus would sometimes bury themselves in research and destroy their body. As such, their exercise regimen was harsh. Ixius has a excellent stamina compared to normal magicians.

Weaknesses

Physicality: While trained well by the Librarium to have good stamina, Ixius can be said to be notoriously below average or even bad in other forms of physicality. The boy has never taken much of an interest in other forms of physicality not enforced by the Librarium.

Weaponry Ixius essentially has zero experience with weaponry of any sort. Give him a blunt sword and he'd likely find a way to cut himself.

Arrogance with Magic: Ixius believes that magic is the most superior form of warfare and combat. It'd be an undertaking to shift his beliefs in this.

Spirit Magic: While having a working understanding of spirit magic and able to make a pact with spirits, Ixius is unable to use their magic as spirits are wont to avoiding Ixius. Partly due to his general attitude.

Alcohol: Actively avoids alcohol. Ixius is an extreme lightweight and can get drunk easily. Does not like how he is reported to act when drunk as he does not remember his drunken escapades.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Auguste & Persephone

_{MENTIONS: King Edin @princess, Wulfric @SilverPaw, Callum @Helo, Anastasia @princess, Wystan @Mantou}

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Auguste’s eyes caught his sister, Anastasia, escorted by Wystan. For both Callum and Anastasia to make trouble, he couldn’t help but smile and silently praise their youthful exuberance. It was a thing he couldn’t ever think to do. Auguste watched their exchange some more before a piece of paper was pushed onto Wystan, before Anastasia’s signature laugh echoed softly in the hall.

Wystan now began approaching Wulfric. Auguste took a moment to piece it together. A laugh bubbled in his chest. Auguste cleared his throat, a poor attempt at pushing down the laughter that now threatened to escape his throat. With another cough, he stifled and transformed the laugh into a poorly concealed, soft chuckle. When Edin’s eyes landed on him he quickly turned away, suddenly fascinated by the ornate pillar to his side.

”I am unworthy of such high praises.” Auguste smiles, ”I hope my skill continue to impress, Lord Smithwood..” The prince’s interests were clear, with a noticeably happier countenance when the subject was about swordsmanship.

A servant too held out a basket filled with papers, ”Thank you.” He says, unfolding the paper, studying the contents and then placing it in his breast pocket.

Greeting the Princess would come later, as he soon heard the dance couples being called to the front. Auguste stayed in place, hoping that his partner would appear.

After coming in from the balcony, Persephone grinned. Her hair was messy and she’d actually had laughed. It had been foreign to her since the drama. Her bag had more food in it and was tucked away safely. She glanced in a mirror and adjusted her braid so it looked neater. When she turned back around, there stood a maid holding out a bowl with papers in it.

Perplexed, she took one and began to examine it. Realisation dawned on her and she audibly groaned. A dance? She panicked and grabbed a piece of bread to stuff in her mouth while going to meet her partner. As she strode forward, she noticed the nobility moving into the middle and almost choked. When her number was called, she swallowed the remaining bread quickly. She looked up to see…

”Prince Auguste?” Were the Gods taunting her? There was no way in hell she was dancing with him. Persephone gazed around with confusion and then looked up with wide green eyes. Act natural… She forced a smile on her face and waited for him.

Auguste’s ears pricked up hearing his name called. He turned towards a blonde woman, who seemed surprised. “My lady, are you perhaps my dance partner?” He gently enquired. His dull eyes met hers, he did not recognize the lady. For him and Wulfric to not be dancing with prospective nobility… it was likely to anger their father. A small laugh echoed in the back of his mind at the realization- Callum was being the filial son for once.

”Yes… Yes I am.” Her voice was quiet, then became confident and strong. She grinned at him as if she’d read his mind. ”I seem to be the lucky lad, or are you the lucky lad?” She teased while she put her hands on his shoulders. Although she was light on her feet, it had been ages since she’d danced. She took a deep breath and fitted a confident smile on her face. Was fortune on her side tonight? Would her luck run out? She prayed it wouldn’t.

“Perhaps it is indeed me who is lucky.” For the lady to not balk at being matched with royalty and even joke about such was unique, to say the least. Auguste smiled and offered his hand towards her. “You will have to excuse my hand- it is rough and calloused. Unbefitting of a prince.” He said, “I am Auguste Alden Danrose.” Although it was unlikely that he would be unrecognised, it was a matter of politeness. “And you are?”

Persephone took his hand and eyed it. Though it was rough and calloused, she found his hand looked nice anyways. She looked back up and wrapped her fingers over it. ”I don’t think we should judge a prince by his hand's condition. Mine aren’t the best either.” She commented and smirked at his introduction. He was a proper gentleman. “I am Persephone, but you can call me Seph for short. Salvatore.” She added the last bit and dipped in a quick curtsy. “I’m… obviously not nobility… I live over on the farms.”

“Ah, of course.” Auguste said, “It is nice to meet you, Lady Persephone… er- Seph.” He made it a goal to remember notable families. The Salvatore family, a family that has met many unfortunate tragedies. A pang of guilt ran through him, although he did not show it. There was definitely more he and his family could do for the people of Caesonia. It was something he would personally see to in the future.

Persephone’s hand was similar to his own. It was clear that she had experience with her hands- be it through swordsmanship or archery. “Don’t worry about nobility or my father. It is what the paper dictated, after all.” Auguste winked as the music began playing.

Auguste decided on the dance- the Vienesse Waltz. A dance with variable levels of difficulty and complexity. He would change the difficulty depending on how well Persephone could follow.

“Shall we?” Auguste said. He slid his right hand to her left back. His left hand clasped her right hand. His right foot stepped forward, his left step continued to the side. Next he closes his right foot to his left. “What brings you to this gathering, Lady Persephone?” He asked in-between steps. The next few steps were the same, except the first step started with the opposite foot. The first movement- the natural turn. It led to a clockwise movement, the simplicity highlighting the sharp refinement of each of the prince’s steps.

Persephone giggled when he called her ‘Lady’. She had never been referred to by that title. It seemed to be saved for the noble families. She looked taken aback, but recovered quickly. His words calmed her a bit; he didn’t seem arrogant. In fact, he seemed to retain more humility than what she’d expected. When he indicated the beginning of the dance, she nodded and replied confidently, “Yes we shall.” His question made her think for a moment and chewed on her words before spitting them out. She couldn’t tell him the exact truth and finally settled on a reply. ”Oh the food for sure it’s quite amazing isn’t it? I also thought it’d be nice to attend the grand ball. It’s quite extravagant isn’t it? Although, I’m sure you may be used to it.” She watched his footing for a moment and tried to mimic it, but she wasn’t certain what they were doing. He was quite skilled at this dance which made her cheeks flush. Try to blend in… but the girl honestly didn’t understand and looked at him with confusion but wasn’t willing to admit it out loud. Was anyone laughing at them? She felt her ears burn and bit her lip. Her eyes watered as she fought them back.

“Ah, the food, of course.” Auguste smiled, not an ounce of doubt in his tone. He leaned in closer to whisper his next few words, “... After the party, you can head to the pantry in the back and mention that I sent you. The servants will give you the leftovers.” He saw it a waste to dump the excess food and has covertly been packaging away party leftovers to distribute to the poor.

Auguste noticed her struggling to follow his steps. He slowed down tremendously. Her nearly tearful face reminded him of his cute sister during her youth. She pouted and hid when she struggled. He turned his head to his side, eyes meeting a leering noble. He smiled viciously at him, causing the man to turn away. “Focus on my eyes, Lady Persephone.” Auguste said kindly, an attempt to get her to ignore her surroundings. ”I will assist you.”

He replayed the first movement, but instead of continuing, he would wait until she had mimicked his step and placed her foot in the correct place. “Exactly like that.”

Should I leave or should I go? Am I embarrassing him? He seems so nice. Am I humiliating myself? Will everyone talk about this clumsy, unaware farm girl? Her mind was racing with anxiety and was trying to hide it.

When he leaned in closer to her, panic filled her. What was going on? The words that tumbled out of his mouth caught her by surprise and halted her anxiety. She… had permission… To go to the pantry? A million ideas filled her head, but none she focused on. He was offering food to her for free? Her stomach rumbled and she could see her townsfolk, the poorest of the poor, rejoicing. How could her luck be so good tonight?

She didn’t have time to process this notion due to a leering noble who caught her eye. In her peripheral vision, Auguste’s vicious smile caused him to turn away. She turned back and looked into his piercing yellow eyes as giggles escaped her. For a moment, she was lost and blushed and cast her gaze away. She watched him replay his first move and blinked, then slowly repeated it. It was less graceful, but she’d understood the step. Heart hammering, she sucked in a deep breath and visibly began to relax. “Tha.. Thank you…” She finally stammered, meeting his gaze again.

Auguste smiled warmly as she chose to meet his gaze. He repeated the first movement a couple more times so that she could get used to it. Each repetition faster than the last.. “You’ve picked up the first movement faster than I, Lady Persephone.” He complimented, “I will move on to the next movement- the reverse turn.”

For Auguste, dancing bore many similarities to movement in a spar. Almost eerily so. As such, he had very little issue with learning dances- from the simpler dances to the more advanced ones.

The reverse turn. Auguste’s left foot moved forward, his right foot moved to the side, and finally his left crosses in-front of his right foot for the first half. In the latter half, his right foot stepped backwards, the left foot moved to the side, and the right foot closed on his left foot like the first movement.

Like earlier, Agusute did these steps slowly, waiting on Persephone for each step. “You are doing well. A simple trick to remember is that it is done in a three step motion. Three-Two-One,” He counted each step, “... and One-Two-Three.”

Persephone felt her cheeks burn at his warm smile. The complement caused a genuine bright smile to appear on her face. She watched his movements and thought for a moment. It was an intricate and complex dance, yet it was also fun once she had the hang of it. It was something she knew she’d have never learned if she hadn’t come. However, she stumbled every now and then and regained her footing. Having not eaten much the past few weeks was definitely beginning to wear on her, yet she refused to give in. Fatigue was going to come for her sooner rather than later and she hoped she was alone when it did.

When he told her the recipe of the dance, she nodded. It made sense to her but was still puzzling. She decided to piece it together like she would learning the art of the sword or the bow. Each had their specific instructions and rhythm to it. “Thank you, and you’re a good teacher.” She realised how she was enjoying herself and had forgotten about the rest of the ballroom. She didn’t feel King Edin’s angry eyes boring into the back of her skull as if trying to telepathically kill her. Persephone also didn't notice the leering noble now watching with surprise. His humility, kindness, and patience, had surprised her.

“So… What is the name of this dance and is it taught to all the nobles?” She wondered if it was a dumb question so she quickly moved on. “I’m sure being a Prince you know can use a sword and bow. Am I correct?”

“My thanks.” Auguste replied to her compliment. “The dance is called a Viennese Waltz. I believe most of the nobility are at least well acquainted with the dance.”

“You are right, Lady Persephone.” He said, “I have a penchant for swordsmanship. A bit moreso than others, I’d say. It’s gotten to the point where my hand is truly unbefitting to that of a prince.” He chuckled, “At least my father seems to think so.”

“And what hobbies do you partake in?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

Auguste led both of them into a change step. A quick stopover step that lets them change the direction of their spin from clockwise to anti-clockwise. At the same time, Auguste skillfully spun them around each dancing couple. He was impressed at the speed she picked up his instructions, soon their speed became quicker. Soon they both settled to a comfortable and manageable speed, as Auguste picked up her exhaustion.

“You’re welcome.” She nodded in response to his answer. Persephone listened to his answer and grinned. However when he mentioned his dad again, she had trouble not rolling her eyes. Her hatred of King Edin burned for a moment and she took several deep breaths. She hated him so much she couldn’t wait for him to get his karma. Expressing these thoughts and emotions would not go over well, so replied to his question.

“I enjoy using the sword and horseback riding… I also enjoy sewing and knitting.” She chose not to indulge too much information. The bow, rifle, and agility and fighting would be her secret for now. He seemed sweet and innocent, so she felt guilty, but didn’t let it show and smiled instead. “Maybe we could spar in the future.”

Auguste’s face became complicated at her change in demeanour at the mention of his father. He was no fool, he knew of his father’s debauchery and general reputation within Caesonia. For now he chose not to comment.

“A fellow swordsman, huh?” Auguste replied, his face noticeably lit up. “I accept your challenge, Lady Persephone”

Persephone felt herself grow smaller at his expression change. Had she upset him? She sighed and chose not to comment on it. The swordsmanship discussion caused him to light up and she was back to grinning again, genuinely. Hopefully she could repair it.

“You name the time and place and I’ll be there, Prince Auguste.” She replied and curtsied as the music began to slow down. “It was a pleasure to meet you and dance with you. My thanks goes out to you.”

“And I, you, Lady Persephone.” Auguste placed his right arm over chest and bowed. “Keep in mind what I mentioned during the beginning of our dance.”

With a short reprieve, he made his way to the food tables to grab some snacks and water to refill his energy.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Ballroom Garment Interaction(s): Callum Danrose @Helo, Beatrice Camilia @baraquiel, Beatrice Camilia @baraquiel, Thea Smithwood @Tae, Leo Smithwood @Helo, Felix Camilia @Mole. Mention(s):

Auguste stayed silent through the King and Sultan's conversation. He was well aware of his father's shifting tone and attitude when other important figures were present.

As soon as the Sultan departed, their father continued his piece. Auguste's eyes landed on Lady Mina as he spoke, one of the more prominent nobles of their sister kingdom. From the information Wystan had gathered; an independent sort, with a somber background. Much like other Varian nobles, smart and well-read, unlikely to be subservient to others. A quality his father utterly loathes. Auguste simply ignored the unnecessary and superfluous comments his father made.

The conversation would switch to the Princess of the Varian Kingdom, Princess Beatrice Camilia. A promising figure that aspires to live up to the ideals of her mother- Queen Rosa Camilia. She also wasn't one to mince words, speaking her mind as she saw fit. Something many of the nobility in Caesonia disliked, preferring women to be silent supporters. It was a quality that Auguste he liked and admired about her, though he wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps it was the quality to speak back to your perceived betters, something he lacked, or perhaps it was something else.

"I will at least greet Princess Beatrice and the Varian royalty, father." Auguste said simply.

Auguste had simply never registered marrying for love. In his view, it was something to tie together kingdoms and improve relations. Not something done with free will and love, no matter how much one would want to. This twisted view likely stems from his desire to fulfill his familial obligation and his duty to Caesonia and her people.

Next their father began talking about Lady Thea, Lady Violet, and Lady Charlotte. All Caesonian nobility. Although his words were rather unflattering and demeaning towards his own countrymen, causing Auguste to breeze past, nod through, and ignore his words.

Soon a familiar figure snaked his way into their conversation. Count Calbert Damien. While he was acquainted with Lady Violet, he knows Calbert well. As per usual, Calbert showered their father with empty flattery and praise. It was a weakness of sorts for Edin. The gesturing and applause was a bit much, even for Auguste.

While Auguste was not aware of the full breadth of Calbert's plan, he felt that it was likely not good for their family. He clenched his jaw, a barely visible vein popped on his neck. Soon he and Callum were dismissed.

"Of course, father," Auguste replied, "I hope you and mother have a fair and swell night."

Auguste was enraptured in his thoughts before his brother's words snapped him out it. "Ah yes, you too Callum," He called out, his brother already heading for the winery table, "You enjoy what you can from this night."

Auguste let out a sigh to compose himself. It was time to perform his duties as a Caesonian Prince. He scanned the surroundings and found Princess Beatrice with her brother- Prince Felix, Lady Thea, and Lord Leo. A rather conspicuous gathering of Varian nobility who stood out like a sore thumb, even amongst other nobility.

"Prince Felix Camilia, Princess Beatrice Camilia, Lady Thea Smithwood, Lord Leo Smithwood." Auguste bowed to the quartet, a warm smile on his face as he rose, "This greeting is well past overdue. I hope that the situation earlier had not doured the rest of the night."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: Ballroom Garment Interaction(s): Callum Danrose @Helo, Edin Danrose, Alibeth Danrose, Sultan Kaid Raif. Mention(s): Wulfric Danrose @SilverPaw, Mayet Kadir @13org.

Auguste had not caught their father's glare directed at Callum, but it was assumed at this point. He was well aware of Edin's treatment towards perceived weakness. One of his many disagreeable qualities. Their mother hugged Auguste, while initially surprised, he returned the hug and sunk into her arms. The world disappeared for a brief moment as he embraced his mother's warmth. Despite everything, their mother had been a bastion for her sons. Alibeth had held back their father from the worst of his outbursts.

Their father had now begun a familiar speech about finding a suitable partner. Auguste simply nodded along to his father as the obedient and filial son. He agreed with his father regarding finding a fitting wife, only if for the good of Caesonia and securing a political marriage to strengthen ties between kingdoms.

Auguste followed his father and brother's eyes, finding Wulfric mingling with one of the Alidasht Shehzadi- Shehzadi Mayet. The princes were briefed on the notable figures who were to attend the gathering. Auguste stared listlessly at the Shehzadi before training his sight back on Edin. Despite his father's words, a political marriage between Caesonia and Alidasht would be a boon to their kingdom.
An itching worry was the possibility of Wulfric, and Caesonia in-tandem, being dragged into a succession war between the children of the Sultan. Not that his father would approve of participating in such a war. Nevertheless, the possibility of marriage between the two is a good prospect. Though, as always, Auguste did not voice his opinion.

Auguste cringed slightly at his brother's slip-up. He cleared his throat loudly in the middle of Callum's sentence, an attempt to obfuscate his brother's words. Auguste was unsure if it even helped.

Auguste turned around swiftly, still wearing an idle smile. Following his brother's lead, "Your Majesty," He bowed, tone respectful and neutral, "Peace be upon you. We Caesonians are honored by your presence."