Post by Nicolette Deveraux on Oct 11, 2015 14:18:14 GMT -5
An invitation went out in the days following the Tournament, extended to the Lady Daniela Savarese of Terre Verde to join her in meeting Prince Morgan of Wyreth. Nicolette held equal curiosity about the putative new Countess of the far eastern region where the finest wine was produced. What little she knew of the family would hopefully double today; the Savareses were notoriously aloof and private as a family, their numbers dwindling thanks to tragedy and other circumstances.
A tray of tea was being prepared as a form of hospitality to facilitate the meeting between the Wyrethian prince and the youthful countess. The door to the terrace stood open, allowing the afternoon breeze to waft through, bearing the subtle scents of descending autumn. Cooler now, the day was decidedly pleasant, tugging at a wisp of golden hair worn in a simple chignon. Her gown was hardly elaborate, an unadorned dress of deep blue linen cinched by a golden belt of lotus blossoms at her waist and slippers on her feet. The only insignia of rank was the signet on her finger.
The major-domo was instructed to show the Countess and presumably her escort in directly upon arrival while a page waited upon the Prince's leisure to lead the way to the sitting room. She hoped to set a more informal tone, thus the meeting was not held in her study or one of the more elaborate rooms. Nicolette was looking to establish a greater sense of approachability, especially with the eastern nobles. Hopefully, this would progress well.
All she needed now was her guests.
Daniela Savarese, Donato Savarese, @morgannorthrop