Post by Emile Deveraux on Apr 10, 2016 21:16:45 GMT -5
Emile mumbled, a sound of clear disinterest just as a hand moved to shoo away her words. Of course she would protest, his sister was humble even if she were private about that. “And you think your cousins fascinating?” So was the insinuation as he understood it, anyways. A small bark of a laugh echoed through the room, which seemed designed for just that effect. “Well we’re a bit old to be sold on stories of love truly, but they would enjoy you, adore you. You’re a darling, sister, and have the voice of angels. What’s there not to love, so to speak?”
She asked him of his opinion about liking the song, and he only arched a brow. Idly he looked for a drink, but at some point his cup had been lost and now he was without. There was a frown now threatening his visage, but only slightly so as his spirits were too high for such darkened mood. Emile looked to his baby sister as she mentioned the Festival, and he was again grinning handsomely at her. “Are you hoping to make something of a career for yourself?” He wondered. Or perhaps there was someone she wanted to impress? He had a hard time believing she wanted to sing simply for singing’s sake, but he supposed she was more kind-spirited than he was.
Emile considered the question, and for a brief moment allowed his thoughts to wander to the cousins whom he spited vehemently that evening. He thought that Nicolette had little to lose by allowing such a title, and that it would perhaps yield some happiness and loyalty from the second born Prince’s brood, so why not? These thoughts, the calculation, was seen in his eyes no doubt, but his words were soft when spoken. “I think if you bring it up, in your offer of assistance for the festival, that she just might say yes. Court hasn’t taken off yet, but it would be good to have more culture and life brought to it, and what better than have someone skilled and in the family to oversee the details?”
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