Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 18:49:26 GMT -5
The footsteps coming down the stairs were slow, almost halting. The man coming down continuously fretted at his clothing. He wasn't a giant among men, barely reaching to a six foot height, but his broad shoulders and stocky frame made him seem big. Antonio Savarese, Count of Terre Verde, sighed loudly. "Dani, these clothes itch," he said, sounding very much petulant.
It wasn't the first time this discussion had happened, and it most likely wouldn't be the last. It wasn't that he was against the finery that the Court seemed to require. The old styles of his youth, for example, were quite comfortable. However, they were also disastrously dated. Sadly, the ones he wore were at least a season or two old. Hence why his daughter was dragging him out and about to go shopping.
Tony, as he was called among friends and family, wandered into the solarium of the townhouse. As usual when away from home, his thoughts were with the vines that were his houses livelihood. Papers were strewn on the table, numbers and dates written upon them. He picked the top most up and read it idly, thinking on the coming harvest and wondering aloud, "That back lot had an odd taste, not sure it will be good for the winery. Maybe raisins or..."
Leaning against the table, he continued reading. The only sound was the occasional mummer about pickings and cuttings. It had been a decent year for the vines. He had brought along a cask of his private reserve and a case of half brandy and half champagne. They would be fine gifts to the new Crown Princess and the royal family.
"Daniela! Did you remember to have them prep some of the roses for the coronation?" Almost as soon as that question was out of his mouth, he gave a shake of his head. Oh, he'd likely hear about that, when had she ever forgotten something, much less something this important.
Daniela Savarese
It wasn't the first time this discussion had happened, and it most likely wouldn't be the last. It wasn't that he was against the finery that the Court seemed to require. The old styles of his youth, for example, were quite comfortable. However, they were also disastrously dated. Sadly, the ones he wore were at least a season or two old. Hence why his daughter was dragging him out and about to go shopping.
Tony, as he was called among friends and family, wandered into the solarium of the townhouse. As usual when away from home, his thoughts were with the vines that were his houses livelihood. Papers were strewn on the table, numbers and dates written upon them. He picked the top most up and read it idly, thinking on the coming harvest and wondering aloud, "That back lot had an odd taste, not sure it will be good for the winery. Maybe raisins or..."
Leaning against the table, he continued reading. The only sound was the occasional mummer about pickings and cuttings. It had been a decent year for the vines. He had brought along a cask of his private reserve and a case of half brandy and half champagne. They would be fine gifts to the new Crown Princess and the royal family.
"Daniela! Did you remember to have them prep some of the roses for the coronation?" Almost as soon as that question was out of his mouth, he gave a shake of his head. Oh, he'd likely hear about that, when had she ever forgotten something, much less something this important.
Daniela Savarese