Post by Emile Deveraux on Mar 8, 2016 16:56:04 GMT -5
Emile had arrived in Vasile, particularly Vanderhall, uneventfully with the rest of their group. Nothing tragic had happened on the road and everyone seemed in decent spirits to take up their tasks. The castle felt a bit haunted, but he presumed that would fade in time as their activity would liven the area. His own tasks had started, slowly so, by first getting his bearings on what he thought he aught to do first and next. When he wished a distraction from his work, he thought of what he might just do to relax. There weren't nearly as many young Ladies here to fraternize with, and those who were here were rather well guarded, if not by Lady Aneira then by others in the delegation. Not that Emile would mean them harm, but it didn't inspire flirtation among other things. He thought, then, to write some letters. Chief among them was a letter to none other than Clara Delamara, whom he had to assume would be surprised to have correspondence from him.
As the letter he penned had never had a particular goal, aside from simply writing to someone who was uninvolved in his investigation, it turned out to be more of a diary entry than a conversation. He felt a certain want to speak freely about his thoughts and experience, rather than chase the usual goals of lust and power. The thought didn’t cross Emile’s mind that the Lady might find such a neutral letter as boring, perhaps expecting more of the Prince than this. He wrote simply because he wanted to, as he wanted to, and in that state sent it off. He did expect she would reply, but the tone of her response was anyone’s guess.
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Clara Delamara
To Lady Clara Delamara,
Dear Lady,
It has been a long road, and I now find myself writing to you from Vanderhall. The area here is rich with history and a certain dark emotion, a stark contrast to the cheer and life currently present in the capital. You had mentioned once having been in these parts, and I wonder if you would recognize it or know anyone. With your interest in travel, I expect this trip would have found you well.
I have been tasked with finding the culprit behind the many murders befallen the Romanov family. It is a strange honour, but I expect it will keep me here longer than I’d first imagined. The Duchy is in distress, and the maintenance job left to the next appointed Duke will be a tall order indeed. I do not envy the man. Even I myself would wonder about the gains of this divided land.
I hope to hear from you some brighter words. Have you managed to bend the ear of any other wise Courtiers? I imagine my cousins will look to begin formal Court before long. Have you ever considered being a Lady in Waiting? It would be a shame to see your wit go to waste in Lavigne.
Respectfully yours,
Prince Emile Deveraux
Dear Lady,
It has been a long road, and I now find myself writing to you from Vanderhall. The area here is rich with history and a certain dark emotion, a stark contrast to the cheer and life currently present in the capital. You had mentioned once having been in these parts, and I wonder if you would recognize it or know anyone. With your interest in travel, I expect this trip would have found you well.
I have been tasked with finding the culprit behind the many murders befallen the Romanov family. It is a strange honour, but I expect it will keep me here longer than I’d first imagined. The Duchy is in distress, and the maintenance job left to the next appointed Duke will be a tall order indeed. I do not envy the man. Even I myself would wonder about the gains of this divided land.
I hope to hear from you some brighter words. Have you managed to bend the ear of any other wise Courtiers? I imagine my cousins will look to begin formal Court before long. Have you ever considered being a Lady in Waiting? It would be a shame to see your wit go to waste in Lavigne.
Respectfully yours,
Prince Emile Deveraux
As the letter he penned had never had a particular goal, aside from simply writing to someone who was uninvolved in his investigation, it turned out to be more of a diary entry than a conversation. He felt a certain want to speak freely about his thoughts and experience, rather than chase the usual goals of lust and power. The thought didn’t cross Emile’s mind that the Lady might find such a neutral letter as boring, perhaps expecting more of the Prince than this. He wrote simply because he wanted to, as he wanted to, and in that state sent it off. He did expect she would reply, but the tone of her response was anyone’s guess.
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Clara Delamara