Post by Emile Deveraux on Aug 7, 2015 20:26:48 GMT -5
With all the crazy events happening around the city, Emile wanted to check in on the one person that meant the world to him. The one woman who made him feel sane, and that all the disappointments and frustrations in life were with meaning: his sister, Martine. There had been parties, meetings, royal events, drama and rumours aplenty, games, and now the tournament to come. Eventually, the noble families would all leave them to their city, return to their homes, and allow everyone a big breath of release. Until then, though, the air was thick enough to slice. Perhaps it was just that the Prince was feeling pressure to be on his best behaviour, a mode he felt he only had to endure given his family’s ambitions, ones that weren’t fruitful to him in the least.
Regardless of the reason, he would be glad to be back to doing whatever he wanted. It was simpler that way. Granted, others might argue that left to his own devices, he tended to wind himself into some trouble. But so far, during these festivities, he had to be given credit for his good behaviour. As it was, he’d barely had a thing to drink, as he’d been heavily warned against it.
He sought out his sister, and with a pleased smile came to her side. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek as he greeted her, and proceeded to ask for some of her time. “My favourite Deveraux,” he started, something he’d first said when he was mad and which was now more a fond joke for him. It was true, despite the fact that some might take exception. “How are you faring these days? If you wouldn’t mind spending some time with your aging brother?” He jested.
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@martine
Regardless of the reason, he would be glad to be back to doing whatever he wanted. It was simpler that way. Granted, others might argue that left to his own devices, he tended to wind himself into some trouble. But so far, during these festivities, he had to be given credit for his good behaviour. As it was, he’d barely had a thing to drink, as he’d been heavily warned against it.
He sought out his sister, and with a pleased smile came to her side. He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek as he greeted her, and proceeded to ask for some of her time. “My favourite Deveraux,” he started, something he’d first said when he was mad and which was now more a fond joke for him. It was true, despite the fact that some might take exception. “How are you faring these days? If you wouldn’t mind spending some time with your aging brother?” He jested.
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@martine