Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 21:01:48 GMT -5
His hands trembled with every step. His hands turning and ringing, his frail fingers like claws scratched at his papery skin. If it was not for his manners, his anxiety might well have won out. And, if it was not for his obsession at taking punctuality to extreme levels, his insistent procrastination; that walking in loop after loop, and that intentional taking of wrong turnings, all to forestall what he was most anxious about, probably would have claimed the runners up.
But, to be fair, this meeting was more nerve wracking than most. An invitation from the realms second most important person was an unexpected honour, one that would surely make any normal man nervous; and Casper had not honestly expected the Crown Princess to take him up on his offer of a chess tutorial, or indeed to show him any further attention at all. Casper knew, or rather suspected, there were forces in the Deveraux family that would prefer she steer clear of him. Maybe they were the wiser folk.
Given the nature of their previous personal meeting, the rather misfortunate incident where he'd hurt her, or rather where he'd hurt him, but she had thought him to hurt her, the red-headed lad pretty certain that they were indeed the wise.
And so, after that nearly two hour ramble around and around the city streets, then around and around the palace, Casper had finally reached the greeting place indicated in the invitation. He stood aside, a fair distance from, beside a large stone pillar, and settled his eyes at the presumed meeting place. Garbed in a simple, but smart and (he hoped) elegant jerkin of a darkish blue, Casper consider that with the exception of his fiery hair - he would not stand out; there was that half hope that the coats fine red embroidery and scarlet sash might take some attention away from that exception, but it didn't seem likely.
Nicolette Deveraux
But, to be fair, this meeting was more nerve wracking than most. An invitation from the realms second most important person was an unexpected honour, one that would surely make any normal man nervous; and Casper had not honestly expected the Crown Princess to take him up on his offer of a chess tutorial, or indeed to show him any further attention at all. Casper knew, or rather suspected, there were forces in the Deveraux family that would prefer she steer clear of him. Maybe they were the wiser folk.
Given the nature of their previous personal meeting, the rather misfortunate incident where he'd hurt her, or rather where he'd hurt him, but she had thought him to hurt her, the red-headed lad pretty certain that they were indeed the wise.
And so, after that nearly two hour ramble around and around the city streets, then around and around the palace, Casper had finally reached the greeting place indicated in the invitation. He stood aside, a fair distance from, beside a large stone pillar, and settled his eyes at the presumed meeting place. Garbed in a simple, but smart and (he hoped) elegant jerkin of a darkish blue, Casper consider that with the exception of his fiery hair - he would not stand out; there was that half hope that the coats fine red embroidery and scarlet sash might take some attention away from that exception, but it didn't seem likely.
Nicolette Deveraux