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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Attire:Dress, Flats, Crown and Earrings
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim

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As the door swung open, revealing Farim in his loosely tied robe, Anastasia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. Her eyes swept appreciatively up and down his figure, a sparkle of amusement dancing in her gaze. She stepped closer and reached out. Her fingers then grazed the side of his robe with a curious touch, exploring the texture before he hastened to tie it securely. “Starting the day on a bold note, I see, handsome,” she teased in a light tone.

When he moved in for a hug, she wrapped her arms around him warmly and tightly. As he shared his concerns about her recent misadventure, Anastasia seemed thoughtful, her brow furrowing slightly as she pondered his question. Just then, Thara’s caw cut through the moment, and her demeanor softened once more as she turned to pet the falcon with a gentle hand.

Once Farim was ready to go, they made their way to the carriage. As they settled inside, the rhythmic clatter of horseshoes against the cobblestone filled the air and Anastasia’s demeanor almost immediately shifted to one of theatrical drama. “You won’t believe it, Farim,” she exclaimed, her hands gesturing wildly as she leaned into the story. “I was wandering through the woods, looking for you actually, when suddenly this man in a long coat appeared out of nowhere! And then—WHAM!” She clapped her hands together for emphasis and though completely unnecessary, she threw her body back against the seat, then looked at him once more, “Everything went black... I’m telling you, it’s got to be the mafia after me. They’ve found me at last! I knew they were obsessed with me.”

Her tone was dramatically serious, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement. Bringing her hands to her cheeks, she playfully squished them, adding with a cheeky grin, "It's because I'm pretty isn't it!?"

As the carriage halted at the church, Anastasia stepped out with a natural grace that instantly drew every eye towards her. The whispers began almost immediately as the door swung open. With her entrance, the subtle murmur of the crowd crescendoed into a mix of hushed and excited whispering. She acknowledged the attention with an ear-to-ear smile and wave, her ears catching snippets of the crowd's chatter—phrases like "the Princess," "the Shehzade," floated around, interspersed with excited queries of "Where's Prince Wulfric?" from a cluster of eager young women nearby.

Anastasia’s attention was immediately captured by the grandeur around them. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she surveyed the gathering, her energy seemingly boundless. She didn't hesitate when Farim posed his question, and pointed towards Count Landon and Count Calbert, seated near the front. “There’s Count Landon and Calby. Let’s sit near them—I want to play with his cute little chickens!” Farim would be able to follow her gaze to Count Landon's two children.

“And I want a good view for when my father arrives,” she added, tugging at Farim’s arm as she directed them toward the front. “He always knows how to put on a good show.”

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Count Landon Monet & Count Calbert Damien

Time: 11am
Location: Church of Sorian

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Landon Monet found himself sitting in a pew at the grand Sorian Church, flanked by his energetic eight-year-old twins,Fayette and Beau. They were both abuzz with excitement about the event, their voices mingling with the soft hymns echoing. As they waited for the ceremony honoring King Edin to begin, the children’s chatter turned Landon's attention from his frustrations over his wife Melanie's absence to the lively imaginations of his offspring.

Today’s ceremony was to honor King Edin, but for the children, the church was a vast playground inspired by tales of the Caesonian gods.

"Papa, Papa, do you think Zivitas is here with us right now?" Fayette's voice was sprightly as she clambered playfully over the pew in front of them.

Beau, not to be outdone in their little adventure, bounced eagerly on the cushions, nearly tumbling over as he joined in. "And Papa, could Zivitas make me super strong? Strong enough to lift zis whole church!"

Landon sighed and told them with measured irritation, "Ah, mes petits monstres, if Zivitas saw you now, he might just send a little extra strength your way to keep you pinned to your seats!"

Fayette paused in her pew climbing, her small head cocked to the side. "But wouldn’t it be fun, Papa, to fly around the top of the church? I could race the birds!" Her eyes sparkled at the thought and she stood up on the pew, lifting her arms.

Beau, inspired by his sister's daring words, added with a giggle as he too began to stand and wave his arms, "I would catch the stars for you, Papa, and put them in my pockets!"

Landon, despite his best efforts, found the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Mon Dieu, keep your stars in the sky, Beau. And Fayette, no racing birds today, please. We are here to listen, not to fly, eh? Both of you sit. Now."

"But Papa, it’s so boring to just sit!" Fayette protested, her voice a melodious whine as she finally settled back down, her brother following. "We're in the land of the gods!"

" And to think," Landon sighed, the fight going out of him as he watched his children’s theatrics with a fond exasperation, " your mama is missing all this fun. She is off getting painted by one of the most famous painters in all of Caesonia while I am here trying to wrangle two little creatures of mischief."

He shook his head, mild amusement flickering across his features despite his best efforts to remain stern. "Let’s just try to keep our feet on the ground for today? Let’s listen to the stories of the gods and enjoy the ceremony. After all, we are here to honor King Edin and maybe enjoy some of that royal cheese afterward at The Royal Curd," he added, the mention of food hopefully anchoring his lively children a bit.

Fayette's eyes widened at the mention of cheese, her previous thoughts of soaring high above momentarily forgotten. Her voice bubbled with excitement, "Cheese? Royal cheese? Is it magical cheese, Papa?" Her imagination was already racing, conjuring visions of cheese that could make you fly or turn invisible.

Beau, equally intrigued and not to be outdone by his sister, chimed in energetically, his voice light, "Does it taste like the stars? Or maybe like a cloud? I want to eat a cloud!" He giggled, imagining himself biting into a cheesy, delicious cloud.

Fayette clapped her hands in delight, "I want to try every kind! Do you think they’ll have pink cheese? Or cheese that sparkles?" Though some nearby attendees glanced over with amused smiles at her innocent queries, Landon was beginning to look embarrassed as the children's voices loudly echoed through the church.

It was then a figure with long dark hair caught their gaze and Beau gasped, seeing him first. "Ah, what do we have here? Future cheese connoisseurs or perhaps little cheesemakers in the making?" Calbert's voice was smooth and engaging as he knelt down to be at eye level with the children. His smile was warm and inviting, instantly drawing the attention of both Fayette and Beau. He donned a meticulously tailored midnight blue frock coat. Beneath the coat, he wore a lighter gray double-breasted vest and white shirt. His trousers matched the coat, extending to polished black leather boots. Accessories included a gold pocket watch, simple gold cufflinks, and a light blue silk pocket square, all signifying his high class and impeccable taste.

As Calbert approached, Landon's posture subtly straightened in recognition of the respect he held for the man.

Landon extended his hand, "Count Damien, it is always a pleasure to see you. Thank you for coming over—it seems you've already captured the attention of my two monstres."

Calbert returned the handshake with a firm grip, a smile lighting up his features. " Count Monet, the pleasure is all mine. How could I resist such a lively audience?" He then turned to Fayette and Beau, who were already excited, their previous mischief temporarily forgotten.

Beau's eyes sparkled with anticipation, accustomed as he was to Calbert often bringing small gifts, "Monsieur Calbert, did you bring something for us today?" he inquired, his voice tinged with hopeful excitement.

Fayette, equally eager and not wanting to be left out, joined in with her melodious voice rising in excitement, "Do you have presents, Monsieur Calbert?"

Calbert chuckled, reaching into his coat pocket. Knowing the children were in town, he had picked up a few items for the two children as he always had. "Well, what kind of Count would I be if I came empty-handed?" He pulled out two small, beautifully wrapped packages, handing one to each child. "For our young master Beau, a miniature puzzle. And for our charming Miss Fayette, a little storybook to spark your imagination."

The children eagerly unwrapped their gifts, rooted to their seats. Landon watched this exchange, a smile of relief playing at the corners of his mouth.

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Count Calbert Damien & Countess Liliane Damien

Location: Damien Estate --> Calbert leaves for the church and Lily goes to Cassius's room
Time: 10am
Mentions: @Tpartywithzombi Violet @PapaOso Cassius

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The morning sun peeked intermittently through the parting clouds, offering a muted light that filtered through the large windows of the Damien estate's dining room, setting the polished silverware on the table aglow. The room was painted a gentle shade of lilac. At the center stood a long, dark wooden table surrounded by chairs with tall, ornate backs.

Above, a chandelier with dangling crystals scattered light all over the room. A fireplace with a detailed mantelpiece housed a quietly crackling fire that provided a warm contrast to the cool, rainy morning. Occasional raindrops pattered against the windowpanes, adding a rhythmic counterpoint to the room’s silence.

This serene backdrop was all a juxtaposition to the family's current unease.

Calbert sat at the head of the table, his impeccably tailored suit and neatly combed long hair a testament to his outward control, but the tight set of his jaw and the occasional clenching of his fists betrayed the storm raging within him.

As he glanced across the table at Liliane, his expression softened momentarily. She appeared fragile this morning, the worry for their missing daughter Violet etching deeper lines into her face. Her hands trembled slightly as she held her teacup, her gaze lost in the swirling steam.

"I simply cannot fathom this," Calbert's voice cut through the quiet, a restrained growl of frustration. "An entire night has passed, and there’s still no word on Violet. " The sigh that followed was heavy with the weight of accumulated woes, "...Haven't we been through enough?"

Liliane looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "We will find her, Calbert."

Calbert rose, his movements resonant with pent-up energy. "When? And what then of tonight? Will she vanish again? ...We need action, decisive action. I will not have our family threatened constantly."

A glance from Liliane towards their daughter Crystal, silently observing the scene, seemed to bring him back to the moment.

His voice softened, tempered with a tenderness that underscored his words. "Lily, please rouse Cassius and bring some of our guards, scour the town. Visit her frequented spots... The city guard continues their search, but I cannot abide idleness." Approaching her, he lifted her hand to his lips. "Cassius will protect you, my love... I must attend the church event, as appearances must be upheld for the time being, otherwise, I'd come with you. I will request further assistance from King Edin whilst I am there."

Setting her teacup aside, Liliane stood decisively. "I’ll see it done, Calbert. But remain steady; our endeavors from the shadows will come to fruition. Your actions last night have set things in motion for the better, you'll see."

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Time: Morning
Location: Her Bedroom --> Outside of Farim's bedroom in the Guesthouse Hallway.
Attire:Dress, Flats, Crown and Earrings
Mention: @Tae Thea
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim

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Anastasia slowly blinked her eyes open to the familiar sight of her ornate ceiling. As her vision gradually adjusted, the grand architecture came into focus, each detail sharpening under her gaze as a deep throb pulsed at the base of her skull. The room spun slightly as she cautiously tried to sit up, each movement sending a sharp jolt through the back of her head. With a low groan, she reached up to gingerly touch the tender spot where she had been struck, the pain vivid and startling.

The memories of the previous night flooded back to her in disjointed flashes—the sudden blow, the sensation of tumbling into darkness, the chaos of the forest. She furrowed her brows, trying to piece together the fragmented events, but the effort only seemed to exacerbate her headache.

Drawing a shaky breath, Anastasia forced herself to focus on the present. Slowly, she took in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom - the opulent furnishings, the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains, and then the plush pink bedding that enveloped her legs in silken warmth. She could hear the distant sound of servants moving about in the castle, their footsteps echoing down the corridor.

She glanced around the room, her gaze falling on her reflection in the mirror across the chamber. Her ashen blonde hair was tousled and tangled from sleep, strands falling haphazardly around her shoulders. Then she looked to her side and there, amidst the sea of silk and down, lay Thea, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful rhythm of sleep.

Annie couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight. Moving closer to the bed, she brushed a loose strand of hair from Thea's forehead, waking her friend gently. Lying down beside her, she embraced her friend, their whispered conversation protected by their private cocoon.

Thea, with a hopeful spark in her eye, confided her desire to attend the courting event at the cafe. Anastasia had immediately agreed it would be a wonderful opportunity to help Thea mend her heart after the Felix ordeal. Together, they perused the royal wardrobe, selecting a gown that not only flattered Thea but seemed to reflect the fresh start she so yearned for. Anastasia then assisted with her friend’s hair and make-up, lending her expertise to ensure every detail was perfect.

With a final, heartening squeeze of hands, Thea departed, leaving behind a recommendation to go see Farim.

A short while later, swaying slightly with a trace of dizziness, Anastasia stood before Farim’s door. She was dressed in a peach gown that embraced her figure, adorned with off-shoulder sleeves. Without hesitation, she knocked with a playful lightness in her heart despite the dull ache in her head.

"Farim! Guess what! I'm not dead!"

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Welcome to the Royal Worship Event at

The Primitus Church of Sorian!

We are honoring King Edin today.

Music/Ambiance

Music:
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As you enter the Sorian Church, you are immediately enveloped in a beautiful atmosphere of intricate architecture and the sound of an enchanting hymn. The light, filtered through the stained glass windows, casts a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished stone floor, leading your gaze to the ornately carved altar where candles flicker.

Rows of wooden pews are filled with guests, each one adorned with a single gold-leafed hymn book. At the heart of this space, a large poster of King Edin is hung today for the event to honor King Edin.

Caesonian people believe that their country is a holy country created by Zivitas. It was said that the Danrose family, the ruling family for generations, were hand-chosen by the gods themselves as the perfect souls to lead the kingdom. Each eldest son is born with the most perfect traits due to Zivitas' influence. The people of Caesonia looked up to the Danroses as the embodiment of perfection, and they were considered to be the closest thing to gods on earth. King Edin Danrose puts great effort into keeping this belief alive.

Today we are taking a moment to honor King Edin Danrose, who plans to grace us with his presence. Please join us in this sacred ceremony.

Following the worship service, guests are invited to continue the Grand Opening of The Royal Curd, a prestigious cheese restaurant concept requested King Edin himself. Here, attendees will have the opportunity to dine in the presence of their beloved ruler, who graciously offers to pay for the meals of all in attendance. Enjoy a sumptuous feast fit for royalty, as we give thanks for King Edin's benevolence and leadership.

The Royal Curd

The Royal Curd

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The Royal Curd is an exclusive, expensive new restaurant in the fine dining district of Sorian. The inside of the restaurant is gilded in gold and most everything is either gold or yellow. Portraits of King Edin holding cheese take up the majority of the wall space. There is a grand hall with a fountain with yellow water and the bathrooms are rumored to be extensively spacious.

The Cheese Girls are the beautiful waitresses here hand-selected by King Edin.

Menu

The Menu

The Primitus Religion

The Caesonian Pantheon - The Primitus Religion

The Origins
The universe as we know began from one immensely powerful being. Perhaps it had always existed even before existence or perhaps it came to be in a way not yet known. The being looked a solid formation of a galactic pattern and had limbs to move itself about. It was a reflection of the surrounding space. Legend had it this being, in its loneliness, it created the stars, the planets, and later all the creatures that inhabit them. The stars twinkled from above the same way they did on its body. With the power to create as it so chose, the being occupied its time creating more and more planets and galaxies. As much as it had the ability to fill the physical void around it, it longed to fill the void within. So what if it made beings like him? The God decided to create more Gods, ones that could provide the company it longed for.

The lonely god began to mold and shape the universe, creating new gods with unique abilities and personalities. They were all different, but they were all united by their common creator, the lonely god. As the new gods discovered their powers, they began to question their creator, who they decided to call Primitus. The gods asked Primitus what their purpose was and he told them companionship initially, and the Gods seemed disappointed, so Primitus pondered another moment. Subsequently, he added that they were to help him create a perfect universe together, utilizing each of their unique gifts. Primitus became known as the God of Gods and Creation. Originally, only nine gods accompanied Primitus:

The Original Nine:
God of Victory and Luck - Triumpheus
God of Water and Currents Aquena
God of Law and Order - Imperis
God of Love and Harvests - Amora
God of Pride and Inferno - Glorius
God of Storms and the Sky- Tempestes
God of Hunting and Forest - Vena
God of Metal and Forging- Duedon
God of Light and Life - Zivitas

As the new gods settled into their roles and explored their abilities, they began to develop distinct personalities and ideologies. They each had their own vision for how the universe should be governed, and they weren't always in agreement. At first, their disagreements were minor and easily resolved, but as time went on, they grew increasingly contentious. For example, Glorius, who believed in feeling superior to others, clashed with Imperis who championed diplomacy and compromise. The lonely god, who had created them all, watched as his creations argued and fought. He knew that their disagreements were only natural, but he also knew that if left unchecked, they could lead to chaos and destruction.

To avoid this, the lonely god decided to establish a council of the gods, where each god would have a say in the decisions that affected the universe. They also established a code of conduct to ensure that their disagreements would be handled peacefully and respectfully. They then relocated to a realm that was separate from the physical world. This realm is often referred to as the "heavens" or the "cosmos" and is where the gods reside, watch over and govern the universe. It is often depicted as a beautiful, ethereal place that is beyond the reach of mortal beings where the Gods reside in a beautiful huge temple and experience infinite sunlight.

One day, Primitus realized that darker Gods with different specializations to have a truly balanced universe. Creatures that were created needed to have an end or the world would overpopulate. If people had no hate or sickness, then they could not know love nor health. More importantly, they needed Gods to watch over the negative aspects of reality that the other ones would not. Thus, five more Gods were created.

God of Deceit and Greed - Avēre
God of Plagues and Decay - Sapreon
God Calamity and Chaos - Claedo
God Of Beasts and Hate - Fereo
God of Death and Darkness - Obitius

These gods were different from the others. Avēre had a strong desire for control. He believed that only one god should rule the universe and that god should be him. He began to spread his ideology among the other gods, trying to convince them to join him in his quest for power. Fereo and Glorius were easy to sway, while Claedo did his best to keep Gods on both sides angry with each other in the pursuit of war. At first, the other gods were resistant to his ideas, but as he continued to gain followers, the council became divided. Some gods were tempted by the new god's promises of power and control, while others remained loyal to the council and the principles of balance and harmony.

The division among the gods soon escalated into open conflict. The gods who supported Avēre formed an alliance and declared war on the council and the other gods who refused to join them. The universe was plunged into chaos as the gods fought each other. The Great War of Gods was said to last many, many years and they even dared to leave the heavens, meaning planets and creatures were destroyed during the chaos, hence why Eromora is the only planet habited by life in the galaxy.

Primitus watched in horror as his creations destroyed each other and the universe he had created. He knew that he had to intervene to stop the war and restore balance to the universe. He appeared before the fighting gods and spoke to them, reminding them of their purpose and the importance of balance. He urged them to put aside their differences and work together to restore harmony to the universe. He also reminded them that the universe was not just theirs, it was also the home of many other creatures and their well-being was also at stake.

None of the Gods listened except for Zivitas while others like Imperius and Amora had never been involved in the first place. Zivitas was the first God Primitus ever made and he was the only one bestowed with the ability to create life. He had been devastated deeply by the war and made a plea to the Gods who wanted to fight to cease. But Claedo did not want the war to end and had a counterargument manipulative enough to start some of the fighting back up. At that moment, powerful incoming blasts came from all sides and Primitus knew it might kill some of his precious children, so he threw himself in the middle and took all the hits, destroying himself in the process as his body was consumed by the bright light.

The war finally ended. Even Claedo had not wanted to see his creator die. It was the God's sacrifice that brought them back together as they realized the depth of his love. Additionally, the overwhelming feeling of remorse and grief made continuing the fight impossible. Zivitas had been told a final message before Primitus's death in gratitude for his consistent kindness. He let the Gods know that Primitus was not sad to die as he knew that he would never be lonely knowing all of them would remember him forever and that Zivitas would take on a leading role from now on.

The God of Love and Light, Zivitas, who had always advocated for unity and cooperation among the gods, was entrusted as the new leader by the remaining gods. He vowed to honor the memory of the lonely god and never let war tear their council apart again. However, it was clear now that nothing could make some of the Gods fit in. The following Gods agreed to be sent to a different realm where they could do things their way and all of the Gods were able to move forward without animosity.

God of Deceit and Greed - Avēre
God of Plagues and Decay - Sapreon
God Calamity and Chaos - Claedo
God Of Beasts and Hate - Fereo
God of Death and Darkness - Obitius
God of Pride and Inferno - Glorius

Any other Gods that were created going forward and could not adhere to the code would be sent to this dark realm. This realm is referred to as the "underworld," "hell," and sometimes as "Obitus's realm." Any souls tainted and showing signs of evil Obitius agreed to take to his realm while Zivitas would take souls of good to the heavens, utilizing winged-humanoid beings called angels to help carry souls to and fro. With the council restored, the gods worked together to repair the damage they had caused, and the universe was once again at peace.

Unbeknownst to all but Zivitas, the energy of the lonely god Primitus remained despite not existing as it once did. Primitus felt no need to regenerate. It was content that his creations had learned the importance of cooperation, balance and empathy for others.

Additionally, some believe that there are many, many Gods as this point as the original Gods were able to reproduce with each other. The beliefs of these Gods vary.

The Connection to the Danroses
Caesonian people believe that their country is a holy country created by Zivitas. It was said that the Danrose family, the ruling family for generations, were hand-chosen by the gods themselves as the perfect souls to lead the kingdom. Each eldest son is born with the most perfect traits due to Zivita's influence. The people of Caesonia looked up to the Danroses as the embodiment of perfection, and they were considered to be the closest thing to gods on earth. King Edin Danrose puts great effort into keeping this belief alive.

Principles of the Heavens
The Principles of the Heavens prescribe a code of conduct for the inhabitants of the world. These principles include:

Loving one's neighbor as oneself
Caring for the natural environment
Protecting the purity of the oceans and lakes
Living a life that brings honor to both the Gods and one's family
Adhering to the laws of the King to maintain order in the world
Giving thanks to Tempestes for providing rainfall to nourish crops
Seeking the blessings of Vena when taking the life of an animal during a hunt
Emulating the hard work of Duedon to attain rewards of equal magnitude
Paying homage to Zivitas for the light that the sun bestows upon all.
Principles of the Hells
There are also principles from the Gods of the hells, ruled by Obitus. It is expected that though those under Primitus understand the need for balance and acknowledge of the good and evil within us, it is expected that Primitus followers avoid these rules in order to live in the Heavens, otherwise you will be taken to the Hells by the angels upon death.

Practice the art of deception and manipulation, as your own interests and happiness should come first.
Embrace self-interest: Your life is a gift, and you have the right to do whatever it takes to live it to the fullest, without concern for others
Reject Consequence: The world is unpredictable and uncertain, and you owe nothing to anyone. Consequence is a weakness, and those who embrace it are doomed to suffer.
Embrace Violence: Use your superior strength and power to defend yourself and dominate the weak. There is nothing inherently wrong with violence.
Welcome Death: Embrace the mystery and darkness of death, and revel in the unknown. The end of life is a natural part of existence, and should be accepted and celebrated.
Embrace Pride: Be proud of yourself and your actions, no matter what anyone else thinks or says. If you are living life on your own terms, then that is all that matters.
Embrace Negative Emotions: Feel free to hate, be angry, or experience any other negative emotions that come naturally. Emotions are a natural part of life and should be embraced, not repressed.

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Welcome to the Morning Blossom Cafe

Music/Ambiance

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As you step into the Morning Blossom Cafe, you are greeted by the soft melodies of a piano. The clinking of fine china and the murmur of conversation reach your ears as you take in the view. Tables are draped in crisp white linen, their surfaces gleaming under the soft light of elegant overhead chandeliers. Sunlight pours through the grand arched windows, casting a golden hue over the guests. Each table is adorned with bouquets of fresh, fragrant blossoms, and the gentle smell wafts through the room. Above each table, lush floral arrangements burst with color—peonies, roses, and lilacs intermingle with sprigs of greenery, casting delicate scents that weave through the air. The chairs, with their carved wooden frames and plush seating, invite guests to sink into comfort.

Today, the cafe is abuzz with the excitement of the Courting Mixer. During the courting season, events are hosted by royal staff as ordered by the King and Queen. These events often revolve around mingling to give opportunities to young nobles of marriage age. The Morning Blossom Cafe is always chosen for an event each year, renown for its wonderful hospitality and serene atmosphere. Attendees who are on the list are invited to savor unlimited mimosas or bloody marys, complementing a brunch menu that promises culinary delights crafted with the freshest ingredients at 11:00 AM.

Welcome to a brunch experience where every moment is infused with possibility, and every encounter could bloom into something more.
The following specials will be available for this event only.

Morning Romance Breakfast Platter
Enjoy bacon-wrapped dates, miniature breakfast tacos, savory croissant sandwiches, Caprese skewers, deviled egg halves, savory breakfast sliders, and crispy potato hash bites all served on a platter to share between you and your date.

Chocolate Fondue French Toast
Thick slices of brioche French toast served alongside a bubbling pot of rich, velvety chocolate fondue. Surrounding the fondue pot are an assortment of fresh strawberries, bananas, marshmallows, and bite-sized pieces of pound cake for dipping.

Menu

Menu

Arranged Dates

_{As you walk in, a brunette woman in waitress attire greets you, introducing herself as Mingyu. She presents a basket of small pieces of paper to you with a smile. She seems very excited for you and carries an enthusiastic demeanor. Each paper has a number that will guide you to your table. And as tradition...Ladies are seated first!}

"Welcome to the Morning Blossom Cafe! My name is Mingyu and I am so pleased that you have decided to come here today. I will be your guide for the courting event. I hope you love the food and enjoy the chance to meet a wonderful new person! Please take a number from the basket. There will be a table with a big sign that matches your number! Please let me know if you have any questions or even if you simply need someone to talk to!"

Please open the hider with your character's name to find out who your date is.

Zarai

Table Number 5
@Rodiak
Zarai, as you take your seat, a gentle breeze flutters through the open windows of the Morning Blossom Cafe, carrying the sweet aroma of blooming flowers and freshly brewed coffee. Your gaze might be tempted to wander through the beauty of the cafe, but soon, your attention will be drawn to the figure approaching your table.

A man approaches whose presence is subtly captivating. The sunlight dances through the cafe's windows, casting a warm glow on his short, curly dark brown hair. His eyes, a deep and thoughtful dark brown like chocolate, carry a youthful spark that belies his age. His hair is neatly kept and his face is clean-shaven. You will be able to tell he is a well-groomed and very hygienic man. When it comes to clothes, his style is understated yet elegant, which only adds to his charm.

As he reaches the table, you will realize your date is Dr. John Williamson.

Roman

Table Number 3
@ReusableSword
Roman, as you weave through the soft symphony of murmuring voices and clinking china, your eyes are drawn to the woman seated gracefully at the table by the window. She is the embodiment of an autumn, her hair a cascade of burnished copper that tumbles like the leaves in a fall breeze.

She is a portrait of elegance bathed in the gentle golden light filtering through the café's panes. Her eyes, fringed with dark lashes, are a mesmerizing green, look like sparkling emeralds under the sun's rays. They hold your gaze with an inviting intensity. She holds an otherworldly beauty that is not seen all too often.

Roman, your date goes by the name of Olivia.

Thea

Table Number 4
@Tae

Thea, as you sit in the Morning Blossom Cafe, a figure catches your eye—a man whose very presence seems to command the subtlest shift in the room's atmosphere. He moves with a grace and elegance. With a masculine beauty like his, he could have stepped out of a storybook.

His stature is commanding yet not imposing, especially with a gentle face like his. His hair, long and wavy, falls just shy of his shoulders, a rich dark brown that seems to capture the ambient light filtering through the windows. His eyes, the color of autumn leaves, hold a depth that's both intelligent and mysterious. His face is a blend of classic features—a smooth, well-rounded countenance with a cleft chin and a prominent jawline while his thick eyebrows add a touch of intensity to his gaze.

As he reaches the table, you will realize your date is Lord Drake Edwards.

Ryn

Table Number 2
@JJ Doe
Ryn, you approach a table in the center of the cafe, but realize that you're not just approaching a woman, but the introduction to an adventurous story. There's a subtle yet unmistakable aura of strength that envelops her, yet the freckles that dot her pretty face bring a lovely feminity to her appearance. Standing at an impressive 5'10", her presence is as commanding as it is radiant. The color of her long wavy hair, reminiscent of moonlight, gives her an ethereal quality, as if she has stepped out of legend.

Her golden yellow eyes catch the light, shimmering like captured sunlight. Her age, a young but experienced 26 years, is reflected not only in her confident gaze but also in the graceful way she holds herself—aware, alert, yet completely at ease.

Ryn, it appears your date is Torvi Jorviksdottir.

John

Table Number 5
@Conscripts
John, as you stride towards your table, the Morning Blossom Cafe envelops you in its sweet splendor, the air perfumed with the scent of roses and the gentle hum of quiet conversation. You're greeted not only by elegant surroundings but an elegant young woman seated at the table you're approaching.

She is beautiful, her strawberry blonde curls tumbling over delicate shoulders, caressed by the same breeze that makes the nearby curtains dance. Her eyes, a striking shade of blue, remind one of the clear sky on a sunny day, full of light and depth. Though she may be a woman of small stature, she's nothing short of a graceful date.

As you reach the table, you will realize your date is Lady Zarai Lesdeman.

Ariella

Table Number 1
@Tpartywithzombi
Ariella, though the Morning Blossom Cafe might not rival the thrill of a day spent darting through the woods, the approach of the gorgeous man coming toward your table could potentially set your heart racing as if you were indeed weaving between the trees, your feet bare against the cool touch of the grass, darting through a sunbeam filtering through the leafy canopy.

His presence is both majestic and gentle, reminiscent of a willow tree. The man's hair, the color of ripened wheat under the summer sun, is arranged in an artful manner that complements the classic lines of his face. His green eyes are a reflection of the lush greens that ornament each table. This allure is undeniable, as if he had stepped out of tale from a book you read. And perhaps he has.

Perhaps out of a tale you two have yet to write together.

Ariella, the man approaching you is Sir Matthias Larsen.

Olivia

Table Number 3
@Potter
Olivia, as you lounge at the table, the calm is subtly broken by the approach of a man whose very stride speaks of strength and resolve. A towering figure enters her view, casting a silhouette that combines the essence of power with an undeniable human warmth.

His hair, brown and cropped short in a disciplined, military style, contrasts with the bronze tan of his skin—a testament to countless hours working beside the fiery breath of the forge. His eyes, a lovely shade of blue, cut through the distance between them. The strong lines of his face are framed by bushy eyebrows and a neatly trimmed beard that add to his rugged, yet thoughtful appearance. His are like a map of his hard work; rough, callused, and etched with the stories of his craft in the form of scars and burns.

Your date is Lord Roman Ravenwood.

Drake

Table Number 4
@Lava Alckon
Drake, as you approach table four, the ambiance of the cafe becomes a mere backdrop to the enchanting woman who awaits you. She seems to capture the very essence of spring, a blooming flower in a radiant garden. Her pale blonde hair cascades in long, wavy locks down to the small of her back, each strand catching the soft light that filters through the cafe windows. Upon closer glance, her eyes captivate you—the right, a warm honey brown offering comfort and earthiness; the left, a bright blue as striking as the first clear sky of winter.

A playful array of freckles dances across her nose and cheeks, lending her a girlish charm that is both endearing and refreshing.

Your date is Lady Thea Smithwood.

Torvi

Table Number 2
@Tae
Torvi, as you await, the ambiance of the cafe brings you some peace. The piano's soft serenade is enchanting and the aroma of coffee is a sweet caress to your nose. Sensing a shift in the air, your gaze is drawn to the entrance of a man with a fluid grace that contrasts sharply with the strength that his physique suggests. His height, a modest 5’6”, does nothing to diminish the energy he carries.

Your golden gaze lands on his eyes, a deep and endless black that seem to reflect a depth of experience beyond his 29 years. There's a youthful softness to his pale face, yet it belies an inner resilience, an echo of a battle fought in silence.

His hair, black and wavy, brushes against his cheekbones. It frames his face artfully. He's beautiful in the morning sun.

Torvi, this man is Count (Ryn)Fritz Hendrix.

Matthias

Table Number 1
@Rodiak
Matthias, the cafe's beauty enchants you the moment you walk in. With floral decorations and large open windows to bathe the patrons in natural light, it's a work of art. However, you could find yourself even more enchanted by the woman you walk toward whose beauty is artistic in its own right.

She's a petite woman with a fiery cascade of gorgeous red hair. It tumbles in waves down her back, vibrant under the morning light. It frames a face dotted with freckles that speak of many a day spent under the canopy's embrace, scars that remain as whispers of childhood adventures. Her violet eyes, rare and mesmerizing, stand out against her pale skin, radiating with a life and intensity that captivates many she meets. Her freckles, like constellations mapped across her skin, add a unique charm to her natural beauty.

Matthias, your date is Lady Ariella Edwards.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Day
Date:Sola 24th

Interaction: @Helo @Tae @ReusableSword @Rodiak @JJ Doe @Conscripts @Infinite Cosmos @Potter @Tpartywithzombi @samreaper @Silverpaw @Inertia @Potter @FunnyGuy @SausagePat @Lava Alckon @CitrusArms @PapaOso @Apex Sunburn @masterducky

Good morning! It's now 11am!
It's a little rainy and cloudy today, so you may want to keep an umbrella on hand.
However, no need to worry about the humidity as it is pleasantly warm in Sorian this morning.

Regarding any unfinished business for Sola 23rd, please be clear that you are writing in for the night prior still or mark it as a flashback.

NEWSPAPER FOR SOLA 24

Map of Sorian

Avalia

The Wardens

_{Info Post}

Wardens

Illuminata - Verneus Talven: Verneus Talven is a dark elf who puts the pompousness of light elves to shame. It's not known whether he does this to spite them or if he truly believes he's the greatest of Halastra’s children. He mostly allows other elves to do his dirty work in instilling order and discipline to Illuminata. On the surface, Illuminata is not so different than before the war, except for when Verneus demands something on a whim. Sometimes he raises taxes to ensure a new building can be quickly raised or an old one torn down, parades and observances to remind the citizens of the outcome of the war. Though he is extremely vain, Verneus is no fool. He desires those beneath him to nearly worship the ground he walks on but if given this, he only uses his elevated position for further manipulation and even humiliation. The life of Illuminata nobles is that of a viscous political game while the commoners suffer from the very real societal aftermath. Banning of books, removal of historical monuments, and deterioration of combat-focused light-elven practices.

Warden Verneus Talven was given his position due to his perseverance in the war, specifically in strategizing against the Illuminata Kingdom. It’s rumored that he never had to raise a weapon during the war yet was awarded every merit that came from the campaign against the light elves. He maintains an overconfident demeanor except when he is reminded or made known of any of his failures, even those that may have been out of his control.

Aquaria - Garl Snagnazog: Garl, an orc who attained his orc Rite of Dominance by shamelessly eating a surviving member of the Aquarian Kingdom royal family rumored to be sparking talks of rebellion. It was this very act that made him the most suitable for the second appointment of Aquaria’s Warden. Garl governs Aquaria just like an orc chieftain would, rewarding displays of dominance over others while caring little for those exuding any form of weakness. He laughs at the failures of his foes and allies alike considering these shows of vulnerability. To secure his place of power, he constantly plays the strong against the weak, creating an environment where bullying those beneath you secures your status.

Being so far from other settlements allows Garl to abuse his power much more often. He frequently deals in the black market due to the rare demihumans residing in his area of control. It is rumored that mermaids that refuse his advances vanish while those that accept become members of his secret collection of concubines.

Warden Garl Snagnzog is the warden entrusted by King Kyros Zanithel to govern the Avalians of the underwater settlement of Aquaria. He is widely known as the second person to bear the title of Warden of Aquaria since King Zanithel’s initial decision to only entrust dark elves with the responsibility of governing over the cities that were substantially resistant during the war. This was changed with the need for more oversight and those who could endure the environments of those they governed.

River Bloom - Theron Vesairus: Of all the wardens, Theron Vesairus appears to have the most to prove. He acquired the position after the previous warden failed to manage a rebellion led by River Kingdom's royal family and has the least time served as a warden.

Theron had been a complete stranger to River Bloom until the day he was tasked with extinguishing the rebel threat. Theron assisted Zalthraxis in committing chemical warfare against the rebels, and was personally responsible for killing defiant members of the royal family and ensuring enough young fairies were available for Zalthraxis' later experiments. It was through this successful operation that Theron was appointed, replacing the previous warden who was deemed unfit by King Zanithel.

Theron keeps the people in his city busy. Where one might see large families of fairies, Theron just sees a vast work force to exploit. Ever on edge, Theron always tries to know everything happening in River Bloom. He has enlisted fairies capable in zoolinguism and flight have the opportunity to be employed as members of the information gathering unit known as “The Hive.” To him, knowledge was both power and security. He could blackmail those he wasn't fond of or see threats coming a mile away. This however also makes him come across as paranoid, especially when he discovers something new or random.

Ironhold - Nistara Bryith: Nistara, a dark elf who embraces pride in her position as a warden of Ironhold. Every day of her governance reminds her that her people were the ones who impregnated the dwarven kingdom. A feat deemed impossible was challenged. Though General Zarras Malaggar was the dark elf who led the charge, it was Nistara’s bold tactic of stoking the aggression of a powerful creature to break through Ironhold’s defenses. It is common for dwarves to refer to the day the dark elves entered the city as “The Bryith’s Breach” or “The Bitch’s Breach” with either being openly understood by the citizens of Ironhold. Nistara’s governance over the people of Ironhold is calculated by influencing Ironhold’s once-stable economy. The clever warden sees that the prices of alcoholic beverages are typically much lower, seemingly as reparations for the gruff and bearded race’s defeat. All the while she increases the punishment of crimes while giving those on trial the option to servants of labor to reduce or outright remove their sentencing. Most choose the latter, working harder for much in any industry suffering, usually working for the many steel mills turned into breweries or the supervised shipping of goods.

Though Nistara doesn’t appear to be the most approachable of the Wardens, the elf is more open to speaking to the common person. She is intrigued by the new and different and doesn’t starkly look down on other races. Instead, she sees the skills and uses of every type of person and believes she understands her king’s reasons for sparing so many of them. Using the strengths of others to empower herself seems to be her way of living as she continues to use many enslaved warforged in the Ironhold mines due to their lack of need for sustenance.

Roshmi City - Ravus Solsta: The Warden of Roshmi City is the esteemed Ravus Solsta. He joins the likes of his peers who earned their position through actions performed during the war under the leadership of Verneus Talven. If the latter crafted the strategies, it was Ravus who ensured they were performed to fruition. What separates him from most other wardens are his reputation for being prodigious with dark magic and his unrivaled tenacity. He combats his enemies with a heavy hand, caring little for collateral damage until the dust has completely settled.

When he was given word that he would be appointed to warden. He requested he not be assigned to Illuminata as he would rather not be faced with sight of those who survived by killing so many of his kin on the battlefield. He is disgusted by light elves and the sight of light magic and will charge someone of any crime he sees fit if he catches sight of it. Ravus governs Roshmi with a gentle hand, ensuring the city maintains its productivity while shaping the city to look less and less like a city built by demihumans.

He often concerns himself with the affairs of Avian City, North Pass, and the Winter Fairy settlement date to the limited dark elf presence. It is said that the dark elves that operate in those territories are of his envoy rather than of the wardens that govern those areas.

Fort Keyrel - Kol Varanasi Kol Varanasi is one of King Zanithel’s most trusted subordinates and served as a general that rivaled Zarra Malaggar in his efforts in his skirmishes against his enemies. Even so, Kol’s strength is nearly dwarfed by his ability to motivate his subordinates to fight for their kingdom. Kol sought to retire after the war but was requested to govern Fort Kyros and supervise the training of new Avalian Army recruits to ensure their military remained capable.

Kol is normally an elf of a few blunt words, but when impassioned, he can move a crowd to crush the foes in their path. He has a deep pride for his people and never thought he’d see the day when his people succeeded in taking everything that was owed to them. Unlike some other wardens, Kol is ever loyal to King Zanithel, having known him for centuries.

Avian City - Gerun Myraxia: Gerun Mryaxia is the Warden of Roshmi City and is not a stranger to knowing what it looks like to lead, since his father helped govern Roshmi. Despite Roshmi Kingdom being the first to be attacked and conquered, the kingdom suffered the least compared to any others due to its reluctant surrender. Many believe the tale of Roshmi’s king and governing body surrendering in an unfair duel against a Malthemoor army general. Some say it was General Malaggar or Varanasi, while others claim it may have been Zanithel or one of his heirs. In truth, Ravus meticulously assassinated several of them including his father in cold blood until the only choice was to surrender. Gerun had heard whispers of King Zanithel’s desire to simply see the kingdom kneel as quickly as possible but knew his father and others would wish to fight off the dark elven army until the end. Ravus simply ensured both things happened sooner rather than later.

Gerun thought he would be given Roshmi but instead, he now governs Avian City. He maintains a firm and steady grasp on the small settlement, only asserting King Zanithel’s strict laws as he is ordered to. At the same time, Gerun does not take insubordination or disorder in his city lightly. He does not shy away from making public examples out of lawbreakers and rebels. It is said that he is openly against the black market trade yet he seems to profit from it more than other wardens due to the Roshmi being the most popular location for such trade. He takes advantage of this under Warden Ravus’ nose. At times, Gerun is almost fearful he may be replaced due to him only coming into power through treason. He is not sure if the King truly trusts him, and makes sure to show a good face when he can.

Myriamor - Nero Vizla: A stern elf who is not happy with being “trapped” in Myriamor. In Nero’s bitterness, he believes he deserves whatever he desires as long as it doesn't jeopardize his position. If he doesn't like your face? Get ready for a beating from the guards for behavior or even cosmetic adjustment. If he's bored? Open the arena and force prisoners, slaves, or anyone trying to pay off a debt to fight.

Nero is cut above other wardens when it comes to how far he will take punishments and how little he cares for others. His only saving grace is his willingness to provide considerably higher rewards for bounty turn-ins of living targets. If only it stopped there. Creatures and criminals captured often end up in a large structure known as “The Trophy Room.” It is here where captives are put on display like animals in a zoo. The Trophy Room does require an entrance fee to simply view the cells and exhibits. Those who arrive with heavier pockets can further interact with the captives. Of course, different things come at a different price. “Whether you believe it to be a prison, brothel, slave camp, or zoo! Here, The Trophy Room has something for you!”

Port Vanarosa and the Southern Sea - Thessia Luumis: Thessia Luumis governs Port Vanarosa and the Southern Sea but many citizens question how she does this. She rarely makes public appearances and when she does, she appears as if she's leaving or returning to go on some sort of venture. Her perceived absence is a reason why known pirates and other manner of rogues are bold enough to strut around in the open.

The idea of some leader of thugs taking charge of the place seems easy, yet those with such ambitions are found dead the morning after even hinting at the idea. Those visiting Thessia’s Mansion will find that it's possibly one of the few places with formal guards. Most won't ever find her here but if they're lucky, they'll find vast rare treasures decorating the rooms and halls. The thought of theft is tempting but nearly every citizen of Port Vanarosa knows Thessia's unspoken guidance. That crime is not weighed by its action but in the retaliation one may face. Other wardens speak poorly of Thessia’s governance, but there is a slight upside to it. Port Vanarosa may have the highest crime rate but there are few that would ever consider persisting a rebellion, for that would be a crime deserving retaliation from not just her blade in the night, but an entire kingdom.

North Pass and Winter Fairy Settlement - Brom Alberon: Brom like Gerun and Garl had to prove his worth to become a non-dark-elf warden. Brom had been one of the first demihumans to volunteer to assist Malthemoor’s forces in securing Avalia’s northern lands. Quelling resistances by both vocalizing the futility of the attempt and aggressively combating threats that refused to back down.

Brom Alberon believes he made the best decision for the betterment of Avalia, claiming that helping to end the war as swiftly as possible spared more lives and has helped to unite the previously divided kingdoms. To him, the ends justifies the means and even now he copes with any less than positive decrees by convincing himself and others that it will help improve Avalia in the long run. He does feel bad for what the winter fairies had to endure but he also just sees it as a necessary evil and assumes their kind are failing to fall in line with the order of the kingdom.

General Zarra Malaggar - Zarra Malaggar absolutely reveres King Zanithel as if he were a god made flesh. She shares and spouts his ideals more often than he does himself. Zarra being the king's most devoted is not what singles her out from the rest of her kind. Her martial prowess places her far above her peers. That combined with her intolerance for excuses and granting mercy.

Before the war has begun, Zarra has aligned herself with King Zanithel so deeply that she betrayed her own kingdom, now known as Fort Keyrel, maimed her grandson, and slaughtered the royal family she had served for many decades. Her grandson was able to escape with that royal family’s only survivor. Most would find themselves unable to follow through with even murdering children but Zarra is only pained by her failure in leaving two of her enemies alive. Even after a century with no realized repercussions from the events of that night, Zarra still desires to finish what she had started to remove such a stain from her reputation.

Zarra is not a warden and is currently assigned to eliminating any hint of rebellion wherever she feels she is needed.

@FunnyGuy

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Evening
Location: Calbert's Estate
Attire: Mask, Dress/Wings

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Charlotte carefully slipped through the dimly lit halls of the second floor of the Damien Estate, pressing herself to the wall. Fear gnawed at her insides, urging her to turn back and retreat to the safety of the ballroom. As she forged ahead, her heart hammered against her ribs at the sight of only one guard stationed per hallway, their weary posture betraying a lapse in vigilance as the night wore on. A silent prayer of gratitude escaped her lips as she skirted past a figure slumped against the wall, their face obscured by a curtain of unkempt hair, seemingly lost in slumber.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of nerve-wracking evasion, Charlotte arrived at the door to Calbert’s study. She reached the door to Calbert’s study and drew a steadying breath. She reached out with trembling fingers and gently pushed the door open, revealing the chamber beyond.

Stepping into the study, Charlotte felt her senses assaulted by the overwhelming intensity of the Count's possessions. Her gaze swept across the walls adorned with mounted animal heads, their glassy eyes seemingly following her every move with an unnerving intensity. However, it was the sight of the deceased gator lurking ominously in the corner that sent a chill down her spine, its monstrous form casting a foreboding shadow over the room.

Shutting the door quietly behind her, Charlotte made her way further into the room, her eyes fixating on the desk at the center. However, before she could even touch it, the sound of a throat clearing shattered the silence.

Frozen in place, Charlotte kept her gaze downward as she awaited the inevitable confrontation.

"I'd like to say when my guard informed me that a girl was sneaking into my study, I was surprised to find it was my beloved family friend Lady Charlotte Vikena..." Calbert mused, his voice carrying a tone of amused resignation. His steps were deliberate as he approached her, his fingers delicately tracing the edge of the desk as he came to stand before her. "Alas…”

The amusement left his voice as his tone shifted. "I'm not."

As Calbert's gaze met hers, Charlotte couldn't help but notice the seething fury that lurked behind his seemingly nonchalant facade. Despite his outward demeanor, the intensity in his eyes betrayed the storm raging within.

"You seem to have developed a penchant for betrayal," Calbert continued, his tone calculated. "Your recent actions speak volumes, Lady Charlotte. But what surprises me more is your willingness to align yourself with those who seek to harm my family."

Charlotte's silence lingered, which seemed to only stoke the flames of Calbert's anger. His brow furrowed, and he lowered his voice when he spoke next.

“I know you provided sanctuary to Kazumin and the blonde,” he revealed suddenly, relishing the shock that crossed her features.

"I suppose you must have a vendetta against me for how our little chat went that night at the ball, but really, Lottie? " Calbert's voice oozed with condescension as he leaned in closer, his gaze piercing. "I had always held the belief that your affections for Crystal ran deep, yet here you stand… in cohorts with her stalker."

There was a pause, a moment of silence that spoke volumes, as Calbert let his words hang in the air. "Your mother's tragic demise has undoubtedly left its mark upon you… Hasn’t it?" Calbert's tone shifted seamlessly from mock sympathy to cold indifference. "But let us not allow personal grievances to cloud our judgment, Charlotte. What you have done is very serious."

Calbert then slammed his fist on the table with a sudden, jarring motion, the sharp sound reverberating through the room. Charlotte recoiled at the outburst, but Calbert's smile remained chillingly calm as he leaned in closer, his eyes ablaze with calculated fury. "Do you understand that?" Calbert asked demandingly, "That I could have you hung for an assassination attempt with your two little peasant rats?"

With a languid grace, he circled the desk, his gaze never leaving Charlotte's trembling form. "What I have planned for you," he hissed, each syllable laced with icy venom, "is worse."

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “For one…” He paused, savoring the moment before delivering his decree. "You are hereby forbidden from any association with Crystal or Violet," he declared with an air of finality, "And as for my son," he continued, "the last thing he needs is a criminal like you tarnishing his name."

"Consider yourself warned, Charlotte," he purred, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Cross me again, and you will regret it."

Charlotte's breath caught in her throat at his words, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

“What are you going to do?” Her voice trembled slightly as she dared to confront him, her gaze locked with his. From the gleam in his eyes, Calbert was overjoyed by the question. She could tell he had been prepping the answer for a long time, his twisted satisfaction evident in every word he spoke.

With a flick of his wrist, Calbert gestured toward a large globe positioned prominently in the corner of the study. He moved to stand by and pressed his hand against it. Its surface shimmered as it seemed to activate upon his touch. "Behold," he intoned.

As Charlotte approached cautiously, Calbert beckoned her closer. The map on the globe shifted and transformed before her eyes. Images of distant lands flickered into view, their names swirling and shifting in a mesmerizing dance. And then the map settled on a familiar sight: the sprawling city of Sorian. But what truly caught Charlotte's attention were the moving names that danced across the globe's surface. She felt a sudden chill run down her spine.

"The invitations..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Precisely," he confirmed, pressing his hand to the globe once more. The imagery dissipated, leaving the globe again a normal, innocuous object. "I am acutely aware of your conspiratorial machinations." he added with a cold certainty, his gaze locked onto hers, probing.

Suddenly, a chilling smile crept across Calbert's features like a spreading stain of darkness. “But worry not about me pursuing any prosecution of any of you… Though you may wish I had…” he drawled.

A hollow laugh, devoid of any semblance of humor, escaped his lips as he concluded, “You will wish that I had you all sent to your deaths. ” Leaning in closer, his eyes ablaze with vindictive satisfaction, Calbert continued with a twisted relish, "I have decided to take your punishment into my own hands."

His words hung in the air like a curse, heavy with impending doom. " You will not know when, or whom, or how, but each of you will find yourselves suffering in unimaginable ways, and no one will be able to trace it back to me. No one will even entertain your claims, Charlotte,”

Casually, he smiled once more and said, " You see, I have procured a copy of your records from your sojourn at the sanatorium,” Her eyes widened as if she were surprised such even existed. “Who will they believe? A woman plagued by insanity? Or one of the most esteemed figures in all of Caesonia?” His eyes bore into hers as he spoke, his speech quickening with each word, “I can tell you everything. I can tell you every little detail of what I am going to do and I will not lose an ounce of sleep… Because I know if you tell a single soul, I will ruin you.”

“ I will not tolerate further threat to my lineage. If ensuring your suffering is the necessary price to protect my family, then so be it.."

Charlotte clutched at the delicate fabric of her gown, her fingers trembling with urgency as she made a desperate dash for the door. Each step down the stairs felt clumsy, her panic escalating with every descent.

It had gone according to her plan. Everything.

Charlotte had played her part to perfection ever since the deliberate portrayal of vulnerability she had maintained since their encounter at the beach.

She had played the foolish amateur who dared to sneak into the villain’s study in a place.

She had even played the girl silly enough to utilize a motif within her costume that Calbert would recognize immediately.

Despite it all, Charlotte knew she had lost tonight.

No matter how she had undermined herself, it had been Calbert who had been underestimated.

Questions swirled in her mind, each one more ominous than the last. How had Calbert known that Persephone and Kazumin had been in her home? Was he bluffing about punishing everyone? And, more importantly, how would she protect them?

How would she even tell them?

The weight of these questions bore down on her as she found herself back in the foyer once more, the grandeur of the ballroom looming ahead. With a shaky breath, Charlotte ventured back into the crowd.

As she scanned the sea of people, searching for the familiar faces of her friends, a suffocating wave of panic threatened to engulf her. The air grew thick with the pulse of the music, the laughter and chatter of the guests echoing in her ears like a cacophony of raw noise.

Her chest tightened with each passing moment, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps that were scarcely heard amongst the noise of the crowd. The room seemed to spin around her, blurring into a dizzying haze. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, their familiar features remained elusive.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as panic tightened its grip around her throat. Everything that had happened in the last few days seemed to overwhelm her brain all at once in flashes of imagery and echoes of voices.

I don’t want to lose them.

A sense of familiar helplessness washed over her, threatening to drown her as a sob escaped.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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