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In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 1 mo ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nolan Edwards

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @princess Marina
Mentions: Lottie @CitrusArms James Clearwell


“I am also good at this,” she added quickly, though one of her steps came a touch too close to his shoe. “In a more unpredictable, artistic sense.”

"Let's just say your steps are avant-garde," he countered with a light smirk though there was levity in his tone.

Nolan led her along the ballroom, swaying in time with the music step-by-step as shimmering lights followed them though his gaze never broke. To tear his eyes away from her was a task most difficult; there was nothing in this room that could distract him.

And then she looked up at him, cheeks still red with warmth and her eyes filled with meaning as if she wanted to say something, but lost the words before they could even come to mind. It was the first time he really got to see her so up close and he found new details that he never really noticed.

The gentle curve of her jaw, the way her loose strands of hair bounced with each step, and her gods above her eyes. When the light turned away from her eyes they were blue, like looking at the period of twilight right before sunrise, but when the grand chandeliers filled caught her eyes it was looking at the sky settling into dawn and painting everything a hue of violet.

It was like he was holding something impossibly valuable, something that should not have been in his arms nor even allowed to hold his gaze and yet she was in his arms looking at him with those eyes that studied his own.

She left him breathless and hollow.

"...Do you like balls?”

And then she just left him breathless and off kilter.

For a split second he lost his rhythm before he found it just like she smoothed over that little gem.

"I, uh, to be honest I have never been particularly fond of them. I've always lurked in the background... It was just better that way." He laughed but it was small and dry, humorless. "I'm sure most people would find my company to be a punishment of some sort."

A fond smile, however, did cross his face. "But I do have a couple of companions." He admitted.

"There's Lieutenant Clearwell, James, Captain Durmand's protegee. Intelligent man and just as brave as any knight. I would stake my life on him. Well, I have staked my life on him." Nolan then followed up with equal warmth. "And then there is Lady Vikena. She's like another sister to me. She was one of the few that helped me adjust to this life when I was first brought into this world. I owe a lot to her."
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Askel Camila

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions @Tae Ranya
Mentions:@princess Hafiz


His hand settled on her lower back with great familiarity; his fingers having already memorized the gentle curve of her figure and how she rested against his palm, not delicate, but something that he knew was valuable and needed to be treated with absolute care. And then they joined the swelling rhythm of strings, brass, and woodwinds playing in time, playing their parts with perfect precision to the fine people of the royal court who in turn were playing their parts with perfect precision though his focus tunneled on her.

She was close, as close as last night and just as warm. It was the warmth, tinged with the scent of vanilla and jasmine, that eased his soul and calmed the very nerves that steeled against Hafiz's fangs. He wanted to lean into it, for her to envelope him, and preserve this singular moment in time.

And then her voice anchored him back to reality.

Her apology made his heart strain with equal parts woe and anger. Woe for the fear that lived by her side; the fear of losing whatever bits of happiness she could gleam before being snatched away and the pain that resulted because of it. Anger for how her agency and person had been stripped away by people who saw her as something to use or something to preserve so it could never break, never tarnish, never live.

His violet eyes locked on to her emerald eyes—those eyes that he adored so welling with tears, softening his gaze. Askel's lips curled into a smile, warm and tender. "Wildflower, you have nothing to apologize for. After conversing with your uncle I can understand why you'd want to keep me out of his arms' reach. He is an odious creature, but he won't sway me."

If Ranya's movements were edged with desperation then he was of reassurance, of measured temperament that belied the fire beneath it. He leaned in towards her, their lips a breath apart only separated by her veil. "I told you did I not? I will endure and I will fight for you." His words were colored with devotion, ever steadfast and true. "I refuse to let that snake of an uncle ruin tonight, not when I have the most beautiful woman in the room in my arms."

He pulled back and looked at her with an admiring gaze. She was beautiful, unbelievably so; the veil did absolutely nothing to hide it though it was a different kind of beauty than last night. "Though if you were to ask me I think the Ranya dancing with reckless abandon, smelling of wood smoke, and tasting like beer is just as beautiful. Maybe more so," he said with a playful, yet honest. grin.

He could not say that he presented himself as he did last night either; the man with wild messy hair and sleeves rolled up now dressed as a prince, immaculate in presentation.

In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Magnus Pawonska

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @Potter Elena @Chrys Amira @HylianRose Nora @princess Emil


"All my heart sees is a dead man and stupidity." Magnus stated with a simple coldness, that menacing gaze meeting a pompous one. His hand still held on to the count like a vice. That grip tightened, enough that it would have left a deep bruise beneath the skin, but just below the point of splintering Emil's bones. The only thing that saved Emil from becoming lame in one arm for the rest of his existence was not the political fallout that would have come from it, but the knowledge that Nora and Elena would have never wanted that from him.

But this man was truly beginning to test his patience.

The only reason his grip softened was due to surprise by a servant with a mustache who he could have sworn was glued on delivering flowers to that small Alidasht woman... from him?

Magnus' brows lifted towards the ceiling. There was not a snowball's chance in hell that those flowers came from him, especially when he had no idea who that woman was! All he knew was that there was some poor Magnus who had tried to deliver flowers to someone they were courting or even their own wife and they would never know.

He could see the shock plain on Nora's face when her head snapped around like it was on a swivel. Magnus mouthed back, I didn't! However, he was certain that Nora had not caught it.

There was not enough wine in the world to placate the headache that this night was giving him.

Magnus sullenly shifted his focus to Elena. Her brother gave her a half-cocked smile and a silent nod. Of course, he understood her. There was no need for him to get so worked up, not right now.

His hand drifted away from Emil's shoulder, but before Magnus walked away he leaned into the count's ear and whispered with venom, "Push your luck and you will be dancing with me tonight and believe me, I will not be gentle as Elena."

Magnus followed after Nora and the girl with the bouquet from another Magnus. He flashed his sister a smile, genuine, but tense. "You are looking quite lovely tonight, sister. I hope you have been enjoying yourself, such as the night has been." His gaze soon moved to the Alidasht girl and gave her a polite bow from the hip with his large frame. "I hope you have been enjoying your night as well, miss. I see that you've caught someone's eyes already."

He looked at her bouquet, black and blue as a starry night. A thoughtful expression painted his face. "Personally, I wouldn't have gone with black. It's a bit... dark."
In Pokémon: Start → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


@PlatinumSkink




His obvious self-interested behavior would have turned anyone else off, but for Basil, it was refreshing to see. In his world, people would disguise their own goals with benevolence and charity so to see someone so boldly and without care of judgement openly weigh their options made things quite easy for the young noble. Basil knew where Earl stood and what exactly he wanted out of this partnership between them throughout their journey.

He smiled with a relaxed shrug. "I mean, yeah, it's not like I'd be able to use them all before they go off anyway. If it helps you with your brews then I have no complaints. Plus you don't have to do all the cooking. If you teach me then you have someone that can cook for you. I wouldn't mind learning."

Now there was truth in that; all of his life someone had always made his meals for him, the finest meals in all of Isson though not once had anyone showed him how to cook himself. He could only imagine that holding a knife may terrify all parties present, himself included, lest he accidentally maim himself any further.

"I'm not too familiar with those places, but if we are ever near them then you should point it out to us. It's not like we are going to turn our noses up at any opportunity to explore and find new Pokemon," he pointed out. It was what he hired to do after all though one could be forgiven for forgetting such a fact considering the antics that he had been up to.

"Now that matters have been settled, unless you guys still have things you need to settle could you meet me on Route 5? I just need to go to the Pokemon Center to make a transfer." If there really was nothing left to do, Basil would go to the nearby Pokemon Center. He grabbed a Pokeball from his belt and let Stella out, kneeling down to her with a gentle smile and patted her head.

"Hey Stella, I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna drop you off at Kalmia's lab. I gotta get a lot stronger if I want to protect you so I have to train more of my teammates." His smile became reassuring. "There will be no experiments, just a feeding schedule and walks around Pureplain. You'll even meet some of my other Pokemon so play nice, okay? Don't level the city or anything."

Once that was settled, Basil would transfer her to Kalmia's lab and would bring in Titus, the Magikarp and then head off to meet his companions. Well, he'd go off to the Pokemart first to get 5x Super Potions and then continue onward. Once there, he gave them a wave and said, "Sorry for the wait."

He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips to feign the confidence of a leader. "Alright, right now we have a lot of training to catch up on! So, before we venture further it's time for the first annual boot camp! Once we do that, we'll head off to Cool Dome City"
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nolan Edwards

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Drake @princess Marina @Tae Mina
Mentions:


Disarming was the term that most befitted the princess. Everything about her was designed to knock him off balance from the lack of restraint in her words to even how she carried herself. Almost everything about her was a left turn and it was becoming hard to determine if he was actually like this or if she was just messing with him. Or maybe both things were true? He would have to thank her for the mental image of a raccoon with red luscious locks and a princess' tiara sitting on a pile of trash munching on a half eating apple.

Whatever the case was, his simple question had caught her off guard. Even the agent of chaos like her could be caught off guard too though the problem was that he could not predict how she would respond. Nolan felt like his heart was beating between his ears as he waited for her answer once she came out of slack jawed bewilderment. If there was any hell that he wished not to endure again, it was that gap of silence of waiting in anticipation for her answer.

And then her expression lightened and she offered her hand. His heart fluttered in a way that was not unpleasant, but alien to him.

When Marina had finished her business, Nolan gave everyone—especially Mina and Drake— an appreciative bow of the head. Of course he appreciated his brother for giving him a push, or well, dragged him across the ballroom to put him in this position, but he was grateful for Mina who gave Marina encouragement to dance with him. So, he took her hand and led her away. It seemed like the Prince and that lady had much to talk about anyway.



He could feel it, the eyes of the people staring at him as if this was kindling for their gossip. The Edwards boy that never dared to shine now stood with a princess of Varian to dance. How could he not draw their attention and their ire and envy? He did not care what they said about him, however. One did not survive this world if they crumpled to every rumor and slight. No, he only cared about damaging Marina's reputation and...

What in the hell was she doing?

Nolan's face flushed with an intense heat when he was handed the piece of cloth from her dress. His eyes averted away as to not stare at her exposed thigh though his curiosity got the better of him. He took a peak and saw... pouches? And she opened one up and there was a bracelet studded with beads and two different kinds of beetles and to his surprise, she made it.

He continued to listen to her and the one moment where her smile dimmed had not escaped his notice though he dared not to press. This wasn't the time or place and he had no desire to coax that information out of her when it was obvious it was not something she wished to walk about.

Nolan slid on the bracelet and held it up to show it off to her. "I think it's a wonderful thing, Marnie." His smile was warm, kind though it held no condescension towards her sentimentality. In fact, on the contrary it was something new about her to appreciate and in a way, he wished he had something like that for himself. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about wanting to maintain that connection, to value it dearly. You never know its value until you lose it."

His hand found hers, his fingers intertwined with her while his other gently rested on her lower back. A pit in his stomach sat in his stomach, an anxiousness all too familiar to him that reared its head at a terrible time.

Don't ruin this for yourself, Nolan. She wants to dance, she isn't her. Just focus on her. He blinked and took a good look at the person who he was going to dance with. This unpredictable, adorable woman that was so close to him. Just focus on her.

Nolan took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. The ensemble had just begun to play a waltz.

One, two, three, one, two, three...

He leaned in and with a low voice said, "Follow my lead."

Nolan led them into the dance with a trained elegance of a dancer. His feet almost glided along the floor and his posture noble and regal and yet, rather than stiffness one would be associated with those that danced with a stiff upper lip he was relaxed, powerful, but not overpowering. After all, he wanted to dance with her. She was not an accessory to bolster his status or some bragging right to be earned, she was someone worth being around for the sake of her company alone.

He smiled at her, a small, yet fragile one, but a smile nonetheless.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Askel Camila

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions @Lava Alckon Farim @Infinite Cosmos Munir @AuthenticTomb Aslam @Tae Rayna
Mentions:@princess Hafiz


It was a good thing that Hafiz had made that announcement as soon as he was out of arms reach of the prince; the Grand Vizier would have become profoundly knowledgeable of what his own back looked like. Of course, when the snake had been shown that his idle threats wouldn't scare him and when physical retaliation was not an option he would resort to such petty actions before retreating. The rage in Askel's eyes was evident though it had only given way when Hafiz had walked away, pure murderous rage.

That heat in his eyes was quenched by the sudden presence of another man, handsome and in pink with a kind, yet apologetic smile. Either this man was just as much of a snake as his father or he really was cut from a different cloth entirely. Askel had decided that it was most likely the latter, but if that was the case then the apple fell as far from the tree as possible.

Askel returned the smile and said, "Askel Camila, Prince of Varian and knight of the kingdom. I could only wish we'd have met better under better circumstances." He reached out and grabbed Farim's hand for a firm, yet cordial. This Shehzade gave him a good feeling about, someone that he felt like was going to be on his side in this conflict between Hafiz and himself. The man was warm not just to him as if he was trying to keep the relationship between Alidasht and Varian in order, but to his own cousins that stood by the prince.

"Don't apologize Shehzade Farim. You are not responsible for your father's behavior." Askel patted Farim's shoulder though from behind the Shehzade he could see someone approach them, someone with fire in her eyes. His beloved rushed to his side, bruised and with eyes fresh with tears from before. It all made his stomach twist in a knot with unyielding anger though she ease it. Ranya claimed his hand as a firm proclamation that he was hers and demanded her brothers' assessment who in varying degrees gave their support to the couple.

"I only had an idea though you are right, understanding is a very different thing. Now that I've got a good look at him, well, I have a better picture of what I am working with." He turned his head to look at Ranya and smiled adoringly. "But it'll be worth it. She's worth it."

Askel lifted her entwined hand and gently pressed a kiss upon it. He didn't care who saw or what rumors they would whisper. This was his own declaration. "Ranya al Kadir, Hafiz may have stolen our moment to reveal our relationship on our terms, but he hasn't stolen the night." His arm linked with hers and he turned to her family with a cheeky grin. "My apologies gentleman, but I am going to steal her away for a song or two."
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nolan Edwards

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @Lava Alckon Drake @princess Marina @Tae Mina @Oso Ambrose @HylianRose Lucian @CitrusArms Stratya
Mentions: n/a


Why the hell was her bodyguard looking at him as if he just insulted his mother? Nolan did his best to ignore it, maintaining a trained pleasant smile, though it was hard to block out the over six and half foot tall, two hundred something pound living definition of tall, dark, and handsome that had his jaw clenched like he was holding back a river of vitriol looming over him like a god damn obelisk.

It was oppressive, like every action of his was being scrutinized under Ambrose's diligent eye though he understood that was par for the course. There were any number of opportunists seeking to climb the social ladder or to gain some other favor or status within this very room and as knight of Varian personally responsible for Marina's safety it was his duty to suss them out. Of course Nolan knew that—he truly did—though did nothing to ease the unfamiliar sensation gnawing at his nerves, a small and ugly thing paired alongside a fluttering warmth that was equally as much as a stranger to him.

That said warmth had now tinged his cheeks just as it had tinged hers. He had not expected her response to be so swift nor did he expect her face to take on the hue of her hair. At the very least the subject of the matter had been more or less buried though not without earning the interest of her brother, the crowned prince of Varian himself who looked the young noble like he had just found a new toy to amuse himself for the moment. For some reason, that grin reminded him of Drake's so he knew that this was going to bring nothing, but trouble.

He really needed a slice of cake after this, a big one.

Nolan nodded politely in confirmation of the prince's question of his name. The blush in his cheeks had finally faded away, his expression cordial, yet neutral. "Yes, your royal highness you would correct. How may I be of service?"

And then Marina circled back to the subject again that brought the color back to his cheeks once again like a sudden ignition of flame. She obviously realized her mistake in drawing attention to the subject again since she tried to save whatever dignity either of them had with that authoritative stance. "I, um, thank you, Princess Marina." The young noble had responded a little too quickly as well. He cleared his throat. "I understood the intent."

Could the earth open beneath his feet and swallow him within its maw? He could only imagine the unholy amount of teasing that their brothers would bombard on them. All of this was beginning to make his head spin.

And then Knight Captain Durmand waltzed right in asking Ambrose for a dance. While she was a welcomed presence that diverted the dour knight and his prince's attention from Nolan, the addition of another person to keep track of did nothing to help his frazzled mental state.

Great, let's just invite the entire Alidasht delegation too while we're at it.

Princess Marina appeared to be quite overstimulated as well. Her declaration had caused his brows to rise, but it grounded him back to the moment and he focused on her just as she demanded with that same cheeky grin she gave him at the museum. Not a peep escaped his lips while he observed her.

Just how many women in the room would have disregarded social etiquette to throw themselves at their closest and dearest friend? He'd most likely only need one hand to count them though had not seen it as a lack of dignity. It took a great amount of self-assurance to not care what those who did not matter to be that outrageous pointing that finger at him.

It was ever so faint and so brief that if one were not paying attention they would have missed it, but it was there; a rare laugh had bypassed his guarded self.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are very disarming, Princess Marina?" He asked her with a relaxed smile. "If I had known that you had prepared a gift I would have brought you something as well. Just add that to the tally I suppose." It was just purposefully vague enough to leave their nearest and dearest in the dark though their arrangement was still fresh in their minds.

His gaze lingered on her. He knew that he should have been satisfied with this; wishing for more than what he already had went against his very nature. Nolan wished to dance with her, to enjoy her company like he had before away from the potential probing questions of her brother and the watchful eye of her protector. Maybe it was the wine talking? At least that's what he'd tell himself.

But how does one ask? Knight Captain Durmand had made it look so easy.. and maybe because it was? There was no grand gesture or flowery language, it was just a simple question

Steeling himself, he finally asked with a polite bow towards the princess with a hope that it would the anxiety in his eyes. "I know this is abrupt, but if it please you would you care for a dance?"
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Askel Camila

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions:@Infinite Cosmos Munir @princess Assfiz @AuthenticTomb Aslam
Mentions:@Tae Ranya


What an odious creature the Grand Vizier was. Every single word that came out of his mouth made his skin crawl though Askel maintained a veneer of tranquility. How many times had he met such men, cruel and callous with the lives of others for their own means? It would never fail to unnerve him that such men could have been born through mothers rather than crawl out of whatever dark crevice that their souls truly originated from. This, though, he could take. He could listen to Hafiz's threats against his life, he could take the condescension, hell, he could even take the blatant insults. What he could not take were the disparaging comments of Ranya.

While maintaining that veneer his jaw clenched. Hafiz spoke of her as a thing, a caricature.

The inferno that swelled within threatened to consume him and the only thing he could think about was how to unmake Hafiz. He could challenge him to a duel. He could cleave him in two, rend him asunder, break every bone in his body, grind him down until his dust cried for mercy.

But what would that solve?

The scandal would not be able to be contained and his relationship with Ranya would have been destroyed anyway. The Sultan would not hear it; the death of his brother would cloud all reason and the threat of war between Varian and Alidasht would loom over the horizon. No, it was a path of destruction that would lead to only ruin.

No, instead, he let that fire burn within him, but he was its master not the other way around. For Ranya he would turn that fire into a source of power like a flame in a forge to craft a fine blade. For her he would be that blade, sharp and enduring.

In perfect Galazlian Askel said with a pleasant smile, "How many lives of men do you think I've trampled upon just to stand here tonight?" His violet eyes that once shone like the sun breaking through the night bore into Hafiz with something new, something dangerous, but familiar to the prince himself.

"Those without fear are the first to die, Grand Vizier," stated the knight-prince with expert authority on the matter. "They lack awareness and foresight, strutting like a peacock with thinly veiled threats and implications believing themselves to be hunters when they are in fact the prey. Those with fear, who temper it, are the ones you should be wary of for they are the master of themselves and thus the masters of war, whether it be the backdrop of cannons and rifles or set to the tune of violins."

Askel lazily swirled the wine in his glass as he chuckled. "I have met a hundred of 'Hafiz' as well; charming, ambitious, and intelligent though they are never as smart as they think they are. They fall all the same for they fail to see their own undoing. The funny thing is that they never realize it until it's too late."

His smile deepened, but his eyes still had that dangerous quality to them. "But that's just the opinion of a foreigner. That's the wonderful thing about being a foreigner though; you can either broaden your horizons or you remain in your hole, foolish and arrogant in your ignorance. Why, if I had not spent all of that time in Alidasht perhaps I would have had 'romantic' notions." He let out a laugh. It was such a farce.

Askel took another step forward towards the man, unwavering and daring in the face of his foe and yet measured and calculating. "A veil is merely a piece of cloth until it isn't just as a blade is only a refined hunk of steel until you bury it in someone's heart."

He chuckled dismissively. "Although, I doubt you know what the latter is like. The strength of character needed to take another's life with your own hands and the responsibility to shoulder it would be lost on you, which is why your brother is the Sultan and why you never a true candidate. Though I suppose that is why you sided with your brother, is it not? I mean..."

There was something venomous in his smile, charming as it was. "You were afraid that he was going to kill you too, weren't you? You were not the master of yourself, so in the face of true adversity and terror... you blinked."

Askel held his gaze with the Grand Vizier until it was broken by the much needed levity brought by Munir who also shared the same feelings about their uncle.

The prince dropped back to the common tongue of the world and said with a very cheeky grin, "Oh, I tried that one already, Shehzade Munir. He is quite proud of his position, such as it is,"

He lifted the glass up and said, "Cheers, to the Sultan and if I were to be so bold I would like to make an addition. May the relationship between Alidasht and Varian grow unencumbered."
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Magnus Pawonska

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions: @princess Anastasia and Count Emil Schmidt, @Lava Alckon Farim @SilverSpring Ariella @Chrys Amira @HylianRose Nora @Potter Elena
Mentions: @samreaper Kazumin


They were a wonderful couple. He had doubted that there could have been any real affection to be found in the context of diplomacy and influence though seeing Farim and Anastasia gave him more hope that perhaps there was more to be found. Before Magnus could open his mouth to share his thoughts, a boisterous performance took place.

Mr. Kazoo the Skip Meister gave a rather spirited performance, one that could lighten the hearts of anyone with any ounce of joy within their soul. Even he found himself smiling and bobbing his head along with the rhythm, humming a rather jaunty tune. He was a much braver man than him; he could only imagine the look of horror that his father would have had if he were to be as bold as the Skip Meister though he could imagine that Nora, Elena, and even their mother would have gotten quite the kick out of it.

His attention though he was pulled away from the spectacle when he watched a woman with vibrant strawberry blonde hair approach them and introduced herself as Ariella Edwards. Edwards, if he was remembering correctly then she was the Duke of Soralia's daughter. Magnus flashed a polite smile upon her request. "Not at all. Please, enjoy yourselves."

He watched as the two women departed into the crowd before he tilted his head back to look at his conversational companion. "I am glad that I have made your acquaintance, Shehzade Farim, along with Princess Anastasia's. If the chance were to reveal itself, I would look forward to meeting you both again. However..." His gaze drifted over to his sisters and to the poor girl who was being harassed by the Count. His jaw clenched as a sternness took over his face. "It appears that I am needed."

With slow and measured steps, Magnus made his way across the ballroom until his shadow literally loomed over Count Schmidt like the obelisk of flesh that he was. He laid his hand on the count's shoulder and grabbed it tightly like a vice. If Schmidt tried to shake his hand off, he would find that he would not even be able to budge from where he was standing just from the casual strength of Magnus. If he had wanted to, he could have applied more pressure to the count's shoulder and break his collar bone, rip it out of its socket, or maybe just tear flesh and skin right off like tearing pages of a book from its spine.

That was the promise of violence in those icy blue eyes, looking down at him the same way one would look down at a leech.

"Do we have a problem?" Asked he, his voice rumbling like landslides in a valley.
In 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕 → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Askel Camila

Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: Starry Night Attire
Interactions @Potter Kira @AuthenticTomb Aslam @princess Hafiz
Mentions:@samreaper Kazu @Potter Olivia @Tae Ranya


Did she just pet him? She just petted him like he was some overly concerned child worrying about something nonsensical. It had caught him completely off guard and was frankly not sure how to react. Judging by the grin on her face it was most definitely not out of some lack of social awareness, it was very much targeted for she had not patted Aslam's head when expressed the same concern for her well-being. She then disappeared into the crowd once she had her fill of them before he could even make a remark.

He was most definitely going to ruffle that fluffy head of hers if he ever saw her again. There would be retribution!

That would have to come later though. Instead, he chose to focus on Aslam.

A part of him was relieved that there was an understanding between them that could remain unspoken. Askel liked to believe that perhaps the Shehzade knew, but out of a respect for his and Ranya's privacy and maybe even because he approved of the prince, he would never ask to confirm his suspicions, for now at least. One day, Askel would tell him plain honesty along with Munir and the other brother he had yet to meet. After all, they would be his brothers one day too so seeing his future brother steep in bitterness.

Askel laid a gloved hand on the Shehzade's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "If there's something weighing on your mind just know my door and a bottle of Varian spirits is always open for you." He flashed a smile and removed his hand. Before Aslam could even respond a loud performance began.

A lively dance from a smiling man with sunflowers in his ornate top hat that thawed through the grief of this morning. For once, Askel could agree with King Edin on that front. The man did what all the luxuries in this room could not; he brought joy. Askel had silently bobbed his head along to the rhythm of Mr. Kazoo's steps with a slight smile.

However, there was something that bothered the prince. The name, Mr. Kazoo, sounded so familiar and it was very recent in his memory.

Kazoo... Kazoo... Kazumin?

Olivia had mentioned a companion by that name during one of their training sessions. So this was the man. There was a spark of intrigue when observing him; so many nobles would strive to have a tenth of the charisma and likability that Mr. Kazoo had and he made it so effortless. Very few would be secure enough in themselves to do what Kazumin just did, a different kind of bravery that was needed in the world of nobles.

Askel said with an amused chuckle, "Now there is a man that would be worth knowing. Say, why don't we... go over... and..." The playful grin of the knight-prince curved downwards into a neutral expression as he watched a figure draped in blue and gold approached them, the same man that entered beside Ranya, the Grand Vizier with a smile most pleasant and a bow that feigned respect. Askel knew better though than to trust it.

With a charming tone and sociable cadence, there was that not so thinly probing or more likely a threat. Of course, the Grand Vizier was going to suspect Ranya and him one way or the other tonight. It was inevitable; the man had locked her away in her gilded cage and guarded her like she was a sacred treasure, and then there was Askel eyeing his treasure with such yearning and received it back in full. It must've infuriated him so, to see her break character, to see her want something beyond what he would allow, and the fear that must have felt to see it possibly taken away from her.

Askel knew that she must have been watching this across the room anxiously to see what he would do, to see if he would keep his vow to her. A smile returned to his face as he faced his adversary.

"I've been told that I tend to have that effect on people, Grand Vizier. Even on you it seems since you are standing before me," joked Askel with a polite, unbothered smile. He stood with the trained discipline and confidence of a soldier, not that of a sheltered prince. There was a certain quality of strength about him, an even keel temperament of someone who had faced countless trials and tribulations and not just survived, but thrived.

He stepped forward towards Hafiz within the boundaries to still be considered polite, but enough that it could be read as a challenge as he approached the Grand Vizier's boundary.

"If it is a conversation that you desire then I am more than happy to oblige. I am sure that conversing with you will be an enlightening experience. One does not so often have the undivided attention of the Grand Vizier, the most powerful man in Alidasht second to the Sultan himself." It was said so innocently and it was factually correct, Hafiz was the second most powerful man in all of Alidasht, but Askel knew that it was a fact that must've eaten the man alive.

This was a man that sought power hungrily and selfishly, that much was certain if his own niece was afraid of him. Men like Hafiz were never satisfied mainly due to their fragile egos that propelled them forward no matter the cost, so Askel could not help, but to gently remind him where he stood: next to the throne, but never on it.
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