Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 10:15:11 GMT -5
“Will this be suitable, Your Grace?”
Marcus could only chuckle a bit and reply back to the seamstress, “My dear, I believe anything you make for me is likely to turn out fairly well. Just don’t make that button so damn high on my neck and we’ll be good.”
She bowed and turned away with the garments he was to wear at the arrival of the royal princesses. Vanderhall was now buzzing like wild ever since the announcement earlier that month. Not to mention the fact that the Duke of Shellbourne was also here with his retinue of family. Vasile had gone from being in a state of chaos at the beginning of the year, to suddenly buzzing with lively activity again.
Out of nowhere the Priestess of Arcandus popped out from behind the seamstress and walked up to Marcus, “Your Grace, the high button is for formality sake. You realize that you are entertaining royalty, especially the Princess Antoinette who is particularly discerning of things like that.”
Hearing her nag at him was kind of weird. She had become sort of like this mother figure out of nowhere, but at the same time the priestess had this element to her that made him mentally place her in a corner of his mind that would likely make her furious with him if she were to ever realize. Marcus endured the scolding if only to allow himself the mental image of his imagination to run wild while she stood before him.
Placing both of his hands up, he relinquished to her demands, “All right, all right…I’ll tell her to keep the button as-is.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” She sighed in relief and then followed up with, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to make sure the chefs have completed their menus.”
Unfortunately Marcus was only pandering to the demand. He had no intention of telling the seamstress to change his request. Even before royalty he didn’t feel he should have to suit himself up in fashionable bondage unless it was for bedroom play. Antoinette could turn her nose up at him all she wanted, he needed to breathe.
One-by-one various servants and planners approached him to go through and sign off on what was being prepared or brought in. A serving boy followed him about with quill and ink so that as he made his way through the castle he could sign any documents prepared that allowed access to the treasury for specific amounts. As he finished penning the last request, Marcus set aside the quill and turned around to see a familiar face.
“Well good afternoon.” He replied with a chipper smile.
Marcus could only chuckle a bit and reply back to the seamstress, “My dear, I believe anything you make for me is likely to turn out fairly well. Just don’t make that button so damn high on my neck and we’ll be good.”
She bowed and turned away with the garments he was to wear at the arrival of the royal princesses. Vanderhall was now buzzing like wild ever since the announcement earlier that month. Not to mention the fact that the Duke of Shellbourne was also here with his retinue of family. Vasile had gone from being in a state of chaos at the beginning of the year, to suddenly buzzing with lively activity again.
Out of nowhere the Priestess of Arcandus popped out from behind the seamstress and walked up to Marcus, “Your Grace, the high button is for formality sake. You realize that you are entertaining royalty, especially the Princess Antoinette who is particularly discerning of things like that.”
Hearing her nag at him was kind of weird. She had become sort of like this mother figure out of nowhere, but at the same time the priestess had this element to her that made him mentally place her in a corner of his mind that would likely make her furious with him if she were to ever realize. Marcus endured the scolding if only to allow himself the mental image of his imagination to run wild while she stood before him.
Placing both of his hands up, he relinquished to her demands, “All right, all right…I’ll tell her to keep the button as-is.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” She sighed in relief and then followed up with, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to make sure the chefs have completed their menus.”
Unfortunately Marcus was only pandering to the demand. He had no intention of telling the seamstress to change his request. Even before royalty he didn’t feel he should have to suit himself up in fashionable bondage unless it was for bedroom play. Antoinette could turn her nose up at him all she wanted, he needed to breathe.
One-by-one various servants and planners approached him to go through and sign off on what was being prepared or brought in. A serving boy followed him about with quill and ink so that as he made his way through the castle he could sign any documents prepared that allowed access to the treasury for specific amounts. As he finished penning the last request, Marcus set aside the quill and turned around to see a familiar face.
“Well good afternoon.” He replied with a chipper smile.