Location: Almack’s
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
Fyror found that there was something strange about the way in which this noblewoman looked at him. It was different than anything he had ever witnessed or experience. It was like she saw something in his very essence, that no one else, perhaps not even he himself, could see. He certainly wanted to know what she saw.
However, before he could inquire about it, a young Apostolic woman approached, gaining Elizaveta’s attention with a question of her own. Fyror gave slight respectful bow to Mary but remained quiet, allowing them a moment to talk. Being in such close proximity to them, he could readily hear their brief conversation. His brows furrowed at what Elizaveta said and so many questions swam through his head. How could one acquire such a skillset that she spoke of? What vision had she seen in his eyes that she had also seen in the eyes of another?
His blood ran cold at her next statement and a sense of foreboding came back full force. How foolish he was to let the matters of the heart cloud his good judgment regarding the ever-apparent threat of the Soulless. How little did it matter whose arm Ms. Wyndham was on if she did not leave this place alive and unscathed? Fyror was about to speak up in response to Elizaveta’s words but before he could do so she gathered the folds of her gown and headed into the building.
Fyror stood there perplexed for a moment before following in after her. He kept his eyes trained on her, not wanting to lose her in the crowd but also not wanting to be distracted by his emotions at seeing Millicent with Lord Rutherford. As Elizaveta and Mary entered the main ballroom, they were quickly introduced by Arch Graveolase Buckingham. His deduction that Elizaveta was of noble birth was quickly affirmed when she was introduced as Grand Duchess Elizaveta Romanova, Imperial Grace of the Russian Empire. The other woman with Elizaveta was introduced as Dame Mary Hale of the Catholic Church.
Fyror waited for the introductions to come to a conclusion and for them to fully enter into the ballroom before approaching them.
“Your Grace,” he addressed Elizaveta, bowing respectfully to her.
“Forgive me for bothering you, but I must inquire of you. What vision did you see that causes you concern? Also, if there is any way I can be of aid, I would be glad to oblige.”
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