Post by Remy Blackthorne on Mar 27, 2018 12:12:33 GMT -5
Change was in the air all around them, on many levels. Not only had the ruler changed, but so too had much within the economy and the city of Bordelaix. Remy himself was now a Councillor to the King, advising him on matters of finance and trade, his loyalty rewarded in unexpected ways. And there was also the strained relations with Vulcanis, thanks to the impulsive actions of the High Laird's brother, necessitating him to determine a suitable replacement bride for his brother and heir. All in all, he felt the winds swirling around him as he made his way to the Montefiore home in Bordelaix, intending to call upon his betrothed and bring a gift from his latest cargo.
Remy had neither seen nor spoken with Elisa in some weeks, he realized. A good part of that time was entirely his own fault, thanks to the increase of demands on his time and attention by Dante, yet he felt somewhat chagrined that he'd proven so neglectful. Trusting that Elisa would prove understanding by dint of her grasp of his businesses, he nonetheless carried the gift to mollify her, even if it proved unnecessary. A gift was merely a good idea, one aspect of courtship that he never found difficult.
Admitted to the home, he felt that odd sensation of tension, wondering at it. Something was amiss in how the major-domo did not look at him, quickly ushering him into one of the parlors and claiming he would fetch the Lady down, yet failed to speak her name. Remy narrowed his eyes warily after the man, but waited patiently. Whatever the problem was, it would reveal itself shortly.
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Caterina Montefiore