Post by Daniela Savarese on Jun 23, 2016 20:30:29 GMT -5
The morning's discussion with Donato left Daniela hollowed out but resolved as regarded the future of House Savarese. A small House already, she was its Countess in all but title and thus responsible for both the House and Terra Verde. They both came to terms with the grim reality of Antonio's passing; the next order of business was to press forwards, to transition the title to her officially and to work on ensuring the stable foundation on which to build the next generation. The family needed to grow, the sooner the better, and that meant marriages for each and every one of them, herself included.
Before any of that could happen, she needed to meet with the Duke of Seravino to confirm that her father had indeed parted from this life, to request that he officially recognize her as the Countess, and to lend his support to her initial plans. Daniela accepted that she would not be venturing out unescorted again, summoning a pair of guards to accompany her to the Montefiore home within Bordelaix. She'd taken some care with her appearance, donning a pale gown with black trim and accoutrements out of mourning before venturing out through the Lavender Quarter.
Arriving at the impressive edifice, the young Savarese woman presented her card to the servant who answered the door, advising him that no, she had not made an appointment with His Grace, but hoped he could spare her some time. She smiled cordially, a nod thanking the servant as he admitted her and invited her to wait in the foyer while he sought out the Duke.
The wind that day was decidedly cool, leaving Daniela relieved that she was not left to wait on the stoop. Her eyes once more trailed over the foyer before movement caught her eye. Turning to better examine who it was, it did not take her long to realize that the person was not a servant but a member of the family, one whose face held a familiar cast. Her brows furrowed for a moment, trying to determine which of the Duke's four younger sisters it might be. Not young enough for Allegra, not old enough for Elisabeta. That left either Caterina or Joanna, and she did not recall Joanna being one to dress so.
"Lady Caterina? Is that you?"
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Caterina Montefiore