Post by Emile Deveraux on Jan 24, 2016 18:09:54 GMT -5
There was another large dinner that night. Perhaps to celebrate the upcoming group of travellers, or perhaps simply because they had the means with which to dine large, putting it in the faces of all the other nobles. It was being privately held in the Chateau with some select invitees to grace their tables. Emile had his usual rounds of affairs, stemming from putting in an early appearance so that his attendance could be noted, disappearing for a while only to return at dinner's call, enjoying his food and then his wine while checking out the female attendees in turn with whom to exchange in discourse after the meal's consumption. It was all rather systematic to the young Prince.
After all these affairs were dealt with, the group split off into smaller ones, those who wished to discuss some matters of business stayed, some left to go their own ways or retire entirely for the evening, or some still - Emile included - headed towards the entertainment hall, wherein was their usual dancing floor. He accompanied one of the ladies of the group and had his first dance of the evening by her side. The first of the dancers turned into another, until he took himself a break. The crowd had grown as it often did when the castle was busy with life. It was then he took the opportunity to survey the newcomers and, among them, spied a certain raven-haired woman he'd found himself amused by.
Though he could see a Lady with her equally stationed friend come towards him with, what he presumed was, a measure of conversation to then lead into his askance of a dance, Emile diverted his path, quickening his step some to engage Clara instead. "Good evening, Lady Clara," he said immediately with some warmth to his tone. He moved his hands into one another at his front, finally having reached where she had stood when he glanced her. Should she have been accompanied he would have greeted the other person as well. "You've come back to me." He said, with a half-hint of laughter in his tone, while his eyes shone to show he knew he was being arrogant.
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Clara Delamara
After all these affairs were dealt with, the group split off into smaller ones, those who wished to discuss some matters of business stayed, some left to go their own ways or retire entirely for the evening, or some still - Emile included - headed towards the entertainment hall, wherein was their usual dancing floor. He accompanied one of the ladies of the group and had his first dance of the evening by her side. The first of the dancers turned into another, until he took himself a break. The crowd had grown as it often did when the castle was busy with life. It was then he took the opportunity to survey the newcomers and, among them, spied a certain raven-haired woman he'd found himself amused by.
Though he could see a Lady with her equally stationed friend come towards him with, what he presumed was, a measure of conversation to then lead into his askance of a dance, Emile diverted his path, quickening his step some to engage Clara instead. "Good evening, Lady Clara," he said immediately with some warmth to his tone. He moved his hands into one another at his front, finally having reached where she had stood when he glanced her. Should she have been accompanied he would have greeted the other person as well. "You've come back to me." He said, with a half-hint of laughter in his tone, while his eyes shone to show he knew he was being arrogant.
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Clara Delamara