Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 21:35:38 GMT -5
Bianca offered a polite smile as Mariette, the Princess representative of her family here for their involvement in Vasile, spoke kindly of not wishing to put them out. She knew her husband would not allow the blonde woman to be worried on that score and so she did not respond herself, instead allowing her thanks to show on her face. Lewis, in turn, did respond verbally, the head of his family, and the voice with which to negotiate these affairs. “Your consideration is touching, Your Royal Highness. Certainly we can find another opportunity to discuss, perhaps over a dinner sometime during your stay.” He was in no hurry, but only because he lived relatively close to this place, and she had travelled from far.
Angel’s eyes hard returned firmly to the floor beyond his knees when he was caught looking. He tried not to dwell on the thoughts so much but his heart was hammering with a mixture of feelings. When he realized the party before them had moved - though he ignored the specificities of this movement - he hesitated on whether to glance up. Finally he chose to, and in his surprise, found that the pretty Princess was right before him. She was reaching a hand to him and for a moment he was dumbstruck. Perhaps it was to feel his mother glaring at him - though she wasn’t, in fact, doing so - or his father expecting his response, that he managed a reaction. He smiled, a full smile, not a political expression in the least but one of a man who’d not had to school himself as such.
“Thank you, Princess,” he started, unready for this. He quickly rose to his feet, in part for pride, in part for not leaving her hanging there and drawing out the attention any longer. “It is my pleasure,” he stated, lamely, then recovered with a few more words, “to meet our Royal family.” Now standing, he blinked again, trying to consider where to remain. He was between his parents still, and thought he was good where he was, so he moved not.
The parents were silent as she let the interaction unfold, neither of which thinking the exchange was terrible, before the conversation moved again towards them. First, Bianca spoke, as her family was being discussed. “Your prayers are most welcome, Your Royal Highness. Perhaps they shall shepherd dear Elsa, who is painfully unaccounted for at present.” Her tone was somber, reflecting sadness and hurt, but trying to hold out a hope. Bianca knew she had not organized, or intended, for Lady Elsa’s demise, and thus thought it was possible she were still alive. She just didn’t know for sure, however, and disliked that uncertainty. Still, the woman was untainted and it would be rather unfortunate indeed if she had somehow perished in this mess.
“Good,” Lewis spoke in turn, nodding towards the one Princeling who had stepped forward. He looked young, and Lewis hoped that did not echo in incompetence. Perhaps the older man with them - was this the Lord Marshall? - was involved in matters. This would go far to ease his concerns. “Then I shall no more involve myself and allow the Crown’s agents to do their work. Please, if you require any assistance from me, or those whom I can facilitate, you have but to ask.”
A question was again asked of Bianca, and this time from the otherwise quiet man, eldest among those gathered, but certainly intelligent. It was clear this man’s role, whatever the detais, was to oversee and guard the proceedings. “You are very right, my Lord. My father was Remus Romanov.” Bianca shared the details and left her tone open, as to invite a follow-up question which she expected would come.
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Mariette Deveraux , Jean-Luc Deveraux