Post by Niccolo Montefiore on May 11, 2015 16:20:56 GMT -5
Niccolo had been a young man the last time he had ventured to Bordelaix. The memory was a vivid one. Giuliano III and Alberto had gone tearing off toward the city's Orchid Quarter, but their mother had known precisely where they truly wished to go. Granted, it was partially Niccolo's fault that their plan had been foiled because his elder brothers had left him behind. This in turn led him to inquire after his mother, wanting to know where they had gone and that prompted her to dispatch the ducal guard into the Lilac quarter. Just where had Giuliano and Alberto gone? Why, they wished to explore the brothels of the Lilac quarter, but their mother would have none of it.
Despite the frustration of his brothers, Niccolo nonetheless looked on that memory fondly. Perhaps because it reminded him that his brothers had once been young men, curious about the gifts the world could possibly offer. Now as he strolled through the streets of Bordelaix, it was entirely different. Neither of his parents were here, nor were his elder brothers. The family he brought with him had altered considerably, but he could feel them growing stronger with each passing day. Bordelaix, for that reason, felt like an entirely different city. The eyes through which he viewed it were older and wiser. Fortunately, he refused to let it dim his thoughts.
Instead, he focused on surprising his new wife. They had agreed to meet with each other in the city's marketplace that afternoon. Niccolo had some ducal business that needed tending and Elena had opted to visit her sister that morning. That left Niccolo with plenty of time to do some nosing about the marketplace in advance, and perhaps... procure something for her. But what was it...? What was it, indeed?
Noting the placement of the sun in the sky, Niccolo hurried toward the market square in the center of the district. The plaza was an impressive sight with its carefully placed stones, opulent statues and, of course, a grand fountain in its center. Did the Deverauxs ever do anything small? ... Then again, did the Montefiores? Upon arriving, his dark eyes scanned for his wife.
Elena Sandoval
Despite the frustration of his brothers, Niccolo nonetheless looked on that memory fondly. Perhaps because it reminded him that his brothers had once been young men, curious about the gifts the world could possibly offer. Now as he strolled through the streets of Bordelaix, it was entirely different. Neither of his parents were here, nor were his elder brothers. The family he brought with him had altered considerably, but he could feel them growing stronger with each passing day. Bordelaix, for that reason, felt like an entirely different city. The eyes through which he viewed it were older and wiser. Fortunately, he refused to let it dim his thoughts.
Instead, he focused on surprising his new wife. They had agreed to meet with each other in the city's marketplace that afternoon. Niccolo had some ducal business that needed tending and Elena had opted to visit her sister that morning. That left Niccolo with plenty of time to do some nosing about the marketplace in advance, and perhaps... procure something for her. But what was it...? What was it, indeed?
Noting the placement of the sun in the sky, Niccolo hurried toward the market square in the center of the district. The plaza was an impressive sight with its carefully placed stones, opulent statues and, of course, a grand fountain in its center. Did the Deverauxs ever do anything small? ... Then again, did the Montefiores? Upon arriving, his dark eyes scanned for his wife.
Elena Sandoval