Post by Niccolo Montefiore on Jul 28, 2014 16:31:03 GMT -5
"I still question the wisdom of being here."
"You've been questioning everything I do lately."
"Forgive me, my Lord, but your father and grandfather were firmly raised on the belief that Lord of Seravino be firmly kept in check, especially against your passions."
"Yes, yes, because you can clearly see me being dominated by my passions."
"We've traveled from Duefiumi through Estersea to reach the home of the exiled Sandoval family, from whom you're selecting a bride."
"Why not? Others have done it," including that damned Antonin Deliambre. Indeed, he had traveled up here years ago to retrieve his pretty little bride from the Sandovals. It was a move that still puzzled Niccolo to this day. If the Deliambres were vocally supporting the Deverauxs, why bother having anything to do with the Sandovals? Clearly, there was some motive that was escaping Niccolo. However, that was not the real reason that Niccolo was here. "Besides, my father believed in renewing the ties with the Sandovals. Our family owes them a great deal, and look what's happened to them. You know our history, Rodrigo."
"Sometimes history should remain history," the man replied tiredly.
Niccolo was growing tired of the old man's contrary nature. "That's the easy answer, Rodrigo. That's the easy path. Oh, yes, they lost power, they lost influence, and now they should have to suffer for it. Of course, you don't really believe that, because you've a good heart, hm?" Nic clapped the man on the chest, then, "The greatest heart is one of action, not speculation, idle observation or a source of pity to others in plights. It should drive you! It should push you! I believe in the Sandovals. I believe in the good they can do for the Kingdom, and I am not just going to idly sit by and do nothing. I shall stand with them. I shall walk the path my heart dictates."
Rodrigo merely gazed at the man, momentarily moved by Niccolo's impassioned words and then he checked himself. "As you wish, my lord," he replied blandly. "If you'll excuse me."
Nic snorted and waved the man off, leaving behind at the entrance to the Sandoval gardens to venture farther in. It was frustrating when words fell on deaf ears...
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Elena Sandoval
"You've been questioning everything I do lately."
"Forgive me, my Lord, but your father and grandfather were firmly raised on the belief that Lord of Seravino be firmly kept in check, especially against your passions."
"Yes, yes, because you can clearly see me being dominated by my passions."
"We've traveled from Duefiumi through Estersea to reach the home of the exiled Sandoval family, from whom you're selecting a bride."
"Why not? Others have done it," including that damned Antonin Deliambre. Indeed, he had traveled up here years ago to retrieve his pretty little bride from the Sandovals. It was a move that still puzzled Niccolo to this day. If the Deliambres were vocally supporting the Deverauxs, why bother having anything to do with the Sandovals? Clearly, there was some motive that was escaping Niccolo. However, that was not the real reason that Niccolo was here. "Besides, my father believed in renewing the ties with the Sandovals. Our family owes them a great deal, and look what's happened to them. You know our history, Rodrigo."
"Sometimes history should remain history," the man replied tiredly.
Niccolo was growing tired of the old man's contrary nature. "That's the easy answer, Rodrigo. That's the easy path. Oh, yes, they lost power, they lost influence, and now they should have to suffer for it. Of course, you don't really believe that, because you've a good heart, hm?" Nic clapped the man on the chest, then, "The greatest heart is one of action, not speculation, idle observation or a source of pity to others in plights. It should drive you! It should push you! I believe in the Sandovals. I believe in the good they can do for the Kingdom, and I am not just going to idly sit by and do nothing. I shall stand with them. I shall walk the path my heart dictates."
Rodrigo merely gazed at the man, momentarily moved by Niccolo's impassioned words and then he checked himself. "As you wish, my lord," he replied blandly. "If you'll excuse me."
Nic snorted and waved the man off, leaving behind at the entrance to the Sandoval gardens to venture farther in. It was frustrating when words fell on deaf ears...
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Elena Sandoval