He blushed and sat down. Why the hell was he feeling kinda stupid? It was something he never felt before. He looked at Georgia, but he quickly looked away. He
thought he might be rather rude. However, he was happy that he talked to her, but he didn't know why.
The Yule Ball: Desert in Winter (5th Annual)
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Georgia sipped her punch "I am having a lot of fun Cloud" Georgia said with a smile
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Posts: 53 (12/01/09 11:07) Jedi Knight |
Cloud blushed and said, "Me too." He looked around trying to think of something to do together. He wasn't sure how to entertain a girl. When he
was living with Karen, the only thing they did was build ships as slaves. He looked at Georgia and said, "Um...so are you from here?"
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Posts: 80 (12/02/09 1:21)
Gentle One
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Allister... aka Oli... aka Christian...
Bella had not heard the news yet. Her friend had disappeared for a week or so, but she figured he was busy with training. The life of a Sith apprentice often had large gaps in it for healing the wounds training often inflicted. This being the case, when Allister scooted off the bar in such a fashion Bella lofted and eyebrow. She was certain he had recognized her. For a brief second Bella cocked her head to the side in a very feline gesture. She then rose from the bar and all but pounced her friend. She was too close to him, literally. Bella didn't give much thought to personal space. It was just another thing about her that seemed to freak everybody else. She didn't even notice. Her head was pressed up against his chest while low purrs came out of her lips. She sighed all content like, ignoring the odd glances the two were recieving. "Where have you been? You should have called. The kids were worried sick." Of course the two of them had no children together. They weren't even technically romantically invovled. Bella had just taken some wierd type of liking to this kid, and had decided to keep him. Whatever she was keeping him for remained to be seen since she had never declared her intentions to him. Seemingly oblivious to any struggling he was doing she grabbed his wrist and started to take him to the dance floor. When she had him where she wanted him she drapped her arm around his neck, and handed him her right hand, expecting him to lead her in a dance. "Something is bothering you." This was a very rare type of statement from the girl. Blunt and to the point was not her style when it came to socializing, unless of course she was making someone nervous. |
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Posts: 40 (12/02/09 3:28)
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Bella
Oli struggled slightly before he was attacked by the young blond that clinged tightly to his chest. He looked around at a few surprised glances and then lowered his head letting his hair fall in front of his eyes. As he did, he accidently pressed his cheek against the top of the girls head and breathed in her smell. It relaxed him and as he closed his eyes he reached up and wrapped his arms around her waist not even thinking about anyone else in that moment. Before he could stop her, he was yanked by the wrist towards the dance floor. He didn't make it easy for the girl to pull him out among the other couples, but in the end her determination paid off. She rested an arm across his shouldr and held her hand up for the taking. Hesitant to take the girls hand, Oli gave in and held up his own hand letting her rest he hand in his. He then reached up and placed a hand on her hip while looking uneasy in that moment. She'd seen right through him as she'd been able to before, but Oli wasn't about to tell her anything. He had feelings for this young girl that were only grown and he didn't know what to do about it, but it made him sick to lie to her as he said, "Nothing is wrong, Bella." Lowering his head, he placed it softly against her own as they danced slowly to the music the band was playing. His heart was pounding and his lips, burning to touch hers, but his mind kept getting in the way. *It's wrong... isn't it?* Shutting his eyes and concintrating on her smell, Oli tried to convince himself that nothing was the matter and nothing was out of place, but he couldn't hide from it forever. He knew she'd know one day, but what if she knew and didn't care? Would he have the ability to care enough to sever himself from her touch? No... he'd already become too weak for her. |
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Posts: 89 (12/02/09 1:16)
Gentle One
Jedi Padawan Keep to the Code |
Oli
A sign of hurting flashed across Bella's face for a fraction of a second when her friend said nothing was wrong. Just as quickly as it had come it was masked again with the bizarre grin she wore a lot. Still the damage had been done, leaving Bella to try and cipher through memories and determine if Allister had agreed never to lie to her. She seemed to recall each of them saying something about honesty on the day they had met in the cafeteria, but for some reason her friend had forgotten this. Bella did not like lies, but she also had no proof he was a liar. Truthfully she didn't need it. They had spent a great deal of time together and his body language simply screamed he was troubled. He also had tried to bolt from her the second he seen her. The question was what was she going to do about it? She considered various possibilities for a moment. Perhaps Allister had outgrown her. He'd done more training than she had. Bella was a hard hand to force concentration on. Her Sith training had been flighty at best to this point. She'd left several different masters to pursue her own interests. Curiosity got the better of her, making her flighty and unfathomable. Perhaps Allister was a more dignified type of trainer who didn't wish to associate with someone as unpredictable as Bella. This was his choice of course, but he'd also chosen not to lie to her and Bella wasn't the type to let someone forget what they said. She narrowed her eyes at him and dug her nails into his shoulder without really noticing what she was doing. "This friendship was agreed upon with a line of honesty. I told you I don't keep much company and the few I will maintain will not be a circle of liars. If you've outgrown this friendship say so." |
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"No I'm not, I'm from a planet quite a ways away from here" Georgia said taking another sip of her punch
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Posts: 41 (12/02/09 7:39)
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Bella Oli looked down into the seriousness in the girl's eyes. It was a rare moment and he knew she meant every word that left her lips, but if she only knew the truth it would be so much easier. Watching her for a few moments, Oli pulled his hand from her waist and run it up her soft arm running his digits over her hand and gently pressing his hand on top of hers as to calm her tightened grip. Resting his hand on hers, Oli leaned in and pressed his cheek against hers as he held her closer to him while they slowly swayed around the dance floor so that others wouldn't suspect something was happening. Holding her to him in those moments, Oli finally got the courage up to say the words he'd wanted to for what seemed like years. It was the moment of truth and there was no more lying he could do to keep her in the dark and severed from the truth. In that moment, he breathed the words softly brushing her ear as she said. "It is because I... I love you that I can't honestly tell you the things that burden my mind. I've invested too much of my heart into you and now it seems like the one thing I've wanted for so long I can't have." The young Sith leaned up and looked over Bella's head trying not to look down into her eyes. He knew that if he did he might just break down. She'd always been his weakness and now at his weakest, she could send him to his knees. |
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Posts: 91 (12/02/09 8:30)
Gentle One
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Oli
Bella loosened her grip and let him continue the dance for a moment. She was an impatient person but she sensed he was going somewhere with this. Finally his voice was in her ears. Alright so he had outgrown this friendship, just not in the way she had originally thought. He'd grown more attached to her instead of less. This suited her fine. She hadn't wanted to cut ties with him anyways. He was fun to have around. Their little adventure at the Carnival a few months back had proven that. This business of not being able to talk to her would have to change however. She forced him to twirl her, which in this case must look odd considering Bella was wearing a pink tux and not a beautiful flowing dress. When she had spun back his arms she spoke, trying to catch his eyes and knowing he'd rather she didn't. "Romeo and Juliet never told each other their secrets and they ended up dead." It was a valid point, even if her reference was a fictional ancient play. She let him spin her again and this time when she spun back to him she licked the side of his neck with a playful giggle. "If you love me your supposed to tell me everything. I think, that's what all those magazines claim anyway." |
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Posts: 43 (12/03/09 12:46)
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Bella Oli twirled the girl the second time and as she came close to him once more he felt her tongue run up his neck line. His reaction was happier than he'd been all night as he jerked away a bit with a slight smile. "Bella, that tickles." He said as he continued their dance across the floor. Reaching down, Oli placed a hand back on her waist, but soon his light smile faded again as he thought of how to say it. He did love her and he knew that in her heart she felt something too weather it be love or a deep and true friendship, but if she didn't love him too he knew she'd have been a good enough friend to tell him by then. It was a few more moments of dancing before he'd gotten up the courage to tell her what he knew. He was obviously nervous and he knew Bella knew it from the way she watched him. They'd spent a lot of time together those last few months and he'd grown so fond of her that he didn't know if he was ready to let go, but he did know that decision wasn't up to him and that regardless of how she would react, she'd never let him get too far from her sight anyway. Leaning up, he whispered in her ear once more while sliding his hand around to her back and pulling her in closer. "Bella... I found out a few days ago that my father's name is Venge Draclau and... my mother's name is Raine Marzullo. We are distantly related and I didn't know how you'd take it or how the rest of the family would take it. I'm just... I don't want to think of my life in years to come without... without you at my side." He said as his eyes closed slowly and her scent ran through his senses again relaxing him. It was hard to come clean with truth when he'd gladly live a lie to have what he'd always wanted. |
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Posts: 94 (12/03/09 1:33)
Gentle One
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OLI
Bella's eyes widened when her...cousin... told her what he knew. She recalled the day she'd met Allister. He was worried about where he came from and where he belonged and Bella had simply told him to forget the past and concentrate on the future. What they both had not realized is how important his past would be to their friendship. Her natural invasion of personal space was odd enough, let alone if done to a relative of hers. Her family wasn't exactly the type you wanted to piss off. It was no wonder that he'd tried to run from her at the bar. If the family ever found out about this... Oh how much fun it could be. Bella's eyed him carefully. She wasn't exactly one to go by social norms and try to kiss every bodies behind. Truthfully she didn't give a hoot about what her family wanted. Sure she understood the importance of a great family cohesively running the galaxy, but in the same sense betrayal was a natural part of hierarchy. She gave him a grin full of trouble and then took his hand, leading him off the dance floor. She took his hand in hers and eyed the hallway. "Well let's go find a closet and see if it's worth it" She was getting a lot of strange looks now. |
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Posts: 47 (12/03/09 5:19)
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Bella Oli looked in the direction that Bella was looking in after she'd spoke. At first he thought she had been joking, but after watching her for a few moments he could tell that she was very serious like she always was. Bella enjoyed playing games and flirting with Oli on occasion, but he had never imagined she shared and equal desire to his own. For so long he'd wanted more than to just be her friend and now it seemed like things would change forever. The only difficulty being how the family would react. It made no difference to him at all. It didn't matter in the beginning and it didn't matter now what anyone thought of her. She was beautiful to him and he saw perfection every time he looked at her, so why would it matter what anyone thought of them both being together? "Right now?" He whispered with a devious smile on his face while looking around at the others circling them in the easy flow of dance. He held her hand tightly in his own ready to do what he'd wanted to for quite some time. There was something about the thought, then and there. It made him think that he wouldn't have it any other way just as he'd have their relationship be no different as oblong and odd a couple as they made. It was perfection to him and no one else mattered. Looking back into her eyes, Oli reached up and brushed his hair above his eyes and watched her with those silver eyes while waiting on her to make the first move like she usually did. After a few more moments, he smirked and said, "Well... what are we waiting for?" |
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Archaen Fel She beamed at him, a pure smile that she couldn't have hidden even if she wanted to. "You know I've never asked you for anything but just that. Yourself," she said softly, still smiling. "I... I need people there... that I know I can trust. Even if it's just for a little while. The Caamasi don't understand...." She trailed off, the smile fading in to a mildly worried expression. Bethany was only too aware of all that was flickering through his mind. That there would be those who tried to use the Caamasi and the Sanctuary. Twist it to their own ends. |
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Viktor straightened up his suit before he looked at himself in the mirror. Black hair in its place, looking very presentable. Yellow eyes that were calm and collected. And a black suit that clung to his form nicely. Black shoes to go along with it that were perfectly polished. Yes, the Prince of the Empire looked dashing tonight. But, to be fair, he looked dashing every night. However, tonight was special. Because tonight was the Yule Ball. One of two annual events in the Galaxy where the factions stopped their wars with each other and peace reigned down everywhere. Even if it was just for one night. Mother always used to speak so highly of these events. She loved to go. To see the various faces of the Galaxy come together. To dance the night away in happiness. Next to her children, it was events such as these that kept her humanity. She would not be here tonight. She hadn't attended one in well over eighteen years. Before she had given birth to Viktor. While she was pregnant with him, however. No longer was he under her protection in the hot sands of Korriban. No, he was now on his own. Being taught by a Mistress of the Sith in the ways of the Dark Side. But tonight, he was allowed to simply enjoy himself. And that's exactly what he planned on doing. With his two lightsabers in his jacket sleeves, he made his way down to the lobby. It didn't take long to get into the Yule Ball in itself, and when he did, he instantly started searching for his date. He didn't know much about this woman, but he knew she was a Sith Knight. An eager bird who had already taken a new apprentice under her wing. Of course she was good looking. One would expect nothing less of the date of the Prince. Of Coruscantian Nobility. But now, he had to find her. Finally, yellow eyes rested on her as he found her at the bar. He walked up beside her, looking at the bartender. "A glass of red." he said, laying a hand down on the counter top. Once the glass was brought to him, he pulled a Coruscantian clove out of his jacket pocket. Sparking it up, the sweet smells began to drift around him as he took a sip of his wine. "My dear, I must say that you look absolutely stunning tonight." he said with a wink, the smoke rolling out of his lips. Always the devil. That was in his blood. He was his father's son, no matter how hard he tried to resist it. It was all simply instinct. |
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Cerusia The uniformed, metal-touting Primus Pilus of the Coruscanti Honor Guard had moved onto the dance floor, weaving between swaying bodies to stop before Cerusia Starkiller and her partner. The soldier planted his feet firmly upon the ground to make his presence known, and the prestigious crest of Coruscant emblazoned on the sash that stretched from shoulder to hip diesplayed his allegiance. He was the only one in the sea of ebbing and flowing bodies to remain unmoving. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a firm, yet polite manner to Cerusia. "His supreme Lordship Vanco Meridius, Procurator of Coruscant, requests your presence at his table upon your earliest convenience," The soldier said, nodding his head in a slight bow of deference. He turned on his heels and gestured outward while bowing, motioning towards the Governor's table in the corner of the grandiose hall, where Vanco Meridius could be seen surrounded by his men, delicately sipping a glass of wine and smiling in her direction. |
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Posts: 98 (12/03/09 5:40)
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Oli
Bella smiled and bounced on her heals for a moment until suddenly she stopped and frowned. "What's your real name then? Not that it matters. Juliet didn't care what Romeo's name was." Before she gave him a chance to answer she took his arm and tugged him back towards the bar. She hadn't came tonight with the intentions of getting smashed but things were changing. When they made it to the bar she hopped up and sat right on it while the bartender glared at her. "We my good sir have recently decided we would like to sully our honor and are in need of a liquid to make the moment perfect." The bartender gave Christian a look like he was out of his mind for associating with the bizarre beauty and then left to make them some drinks. Bella patted the stool in front of her for her friend to sit down. She had not moved from the bar. When the drinks came back she took the olive out of hers and licked it. It tasted salty and moist. She slid her tongue around it and pulled it off it's stick before downing her glass of liquor all in one shot. She swayed slightly on the bar and swallowed hard. It burned and her eyes watered. Most unusual but tasty all the same. When she opened her streaming eyes she grinned at Oli. She'd eventually drag him off somewhere if she so chose, but despite her bounciness Bella wasn't a fool. If the two were going to bite the hand that fed them they probably better make sure they knew what they were doing. "Sooo did you tell anyone else that you are madly and hopelessly in love with me?" She slid off the bar and landed in his lap giggling. Yep the alcohol was working. |
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Posts: 3553 (12/03/09 6:28)
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It seemed like an eternity since the once Matriarch attended such a gala - an adventure in its own rite to be clustered within the same vicinity as others...
the subhumans. Tonight however, had been special request that she scurried from the darkness which had become her
solace and by surprise it truly had been. Sixteen years ago, something completely out of her ordinary - much less his own - happened. A child had been born and
between them; not many knew of their mingling. Instead of bubbling in more denial, Fiera had accepted a mutual request to attend the ball with a one Mason
England.
Prancing elegantly into the main foyer of the palace, aquamarine eyes flickered back and forth, trying to locate the one whom she was supposed to be attending this soiree with. Heaving, a deep breathe was taken in as Fiera caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror which was conveniently adorned on a nearby wall. Golden, platform sandals curled around her calves complementing the ivory chiffon which flowed just above her knee. Such colours were usually a favourite during these spectacles... whenever she attended that was. However... Vibrations amid the Force alerted the blonde of other Marzullos within the expansive space. It had not surprised her by such... but, perhaps, during her interlude with Mason, should would visit them. Fingers clutched the stem of a campaign glass as a server moseyed about the area - there was no need in allowing a dry throat to continue as she awaited. |
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○MUNTO CODRU○
"I have to work," the young woman pleaded with the guard, her cloak concealing her true attire, "I'll be back before she knows I'm gone." Crossing his arms in defiance, he shook his head, unmoving like a boulder set in her path. Ananda pouted, stomped her foot, strappy heels crooked around her finger along with a small purse, "She went away with Mr. Gray. Who knows how long she'll be gone this time! Days, weeks... I won't tell anyone you let me go. You can tell them I escaped, or someone came in and saved me, if it would ever come to that," she pushed on, her voice an unwaivering fountain of youth as she assured him. Gavyn watched her, even shuffled his booted feet, as if he was considering it. She had to think fast on her feet. No... not that. Don't degrade yourself. "I can make it worth your wild..." so innocent, yet one could have sworn she was sprouting horns atop the crown of luxurious brown strands of hair. He sucked in a breath, "Little lady, you better, or so help me, I'll come for you myself." Fear passed over her features, her pale skin blooming a soft pink at the cheeks. She'd much rather Gavyn come after her than the Mistress. But Ananda was quite sure she would never even know she left. The young woman of only seventeen, passed him, caressing his hand before fleeing. After making it down the narrow walkway made of round, polished stones, she pulled out the golden envelope addressed to Darth Ferrerus and hurriedly opened it. She had already read it. It was a invite to a ball on Tatooine. The lady of the castle had discarded it, she even hear her on live holofeed that she was not attending to the man she had ran off with yet again. "Opportunity at last," she breathed, walking through the forest. Ananda stopped, looked back, and wished she could have brought Steph. However, the dangerously attractive man named Jerimiah would of never tolerated it. Not to mention he never left. The poor girl was never out of his sight. She decided she would tell her all about it when she came back. If she did. It had not yet reached nightfall on Munto Codru, the ceiling expanse of tall and wide trees offered pale yellow and a heavenly orange light mixed with a deep violet that came down as playful, deceptive shadows. It would just be and hour or so before it had, then the canopy of dreams would offer only a blanket of black. Her pace quickened, twigs snapping under her quick, light footing. She new she was in town by the way things suddenly lit up, the street lamps and their off white glow had just turned on, people swaggered through the streets. Ananda had only one stop to make, and that was to get her savings. At least a portion of it to jump a ride to and from the planet where scum thrived and business men fell to the streetwalker's wiles. If nothing, she would blend in, for the night. Young and ambitious, she got in to her former residence without being caught as quick as a married fella pulled up his trousers before his wife found him out. There was a shuttle, so at least she didn't have to hitch a ride. She boarded with no problem right after slipping silver heels upon her tiny feet. When she sat, she noticed the mistress' gown fit her better when she stood; the material seemed to ride up in all the wrong places. The garters so uncomfortable she thought she was going to rip them off right then and there. The takeoff was the only thing that stopped her as it rocked her back into her seat.
○TATOOINE○
It took a couple hours, but gave Ana enough time to touch up her make-up, to make her appear just a little older. She removed the cloak just before she was to enter, handing it off to the man at the door. The air smelled of sand, musk, sex and alcohol. But the ballroom, was sweet, clean. A black dress with a slight how of cleavage played the front, along with a silver, jewel studded belt that entrapped her waist; the back however, she realized, well, there really wasn't one. Straightening she observed the decor, a few patrons. You can do this, she chided herself. With a few cautious steps, she brought her self to the bar. After all, this wasn't just something to do, or a place to meet people. Ananda could gather information here, about her mother, hopefully, maybe even her brother. She slid upon a cushioned stool, still letting her chocolate gaze filter the room. A voice brought her attention, nearly making her jump out of her skin, "Hello," he said, with a warming smile, "I'm Trevor, what might I get you to start off with tonight?" She smiled sheepishly and landed her hands in her lap, pausing.... she never drank. Listening a moment, she overheard another order and quickly copied, "Red wine, the best you have." The tender's brow arose and he turned, swiping a thinly stemmed glass with a pretty mauve colored bowl atop it. "There you are, little miss. Anything else?" he asked, half turned away. Ananda replied softly, "No... thank you. I'm fine." She prayed.
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Posts: 615 (12/03/09 8:40) Tariq Kiaer |
The ball on Tatooine was something that the Sith Knight attended only grudgingly. Though he was used to the aristocratic vagaries from his youth, that had been
so long ago, and even then he had not been enthused about attending. However, Tariq Kiaer had learned in this new galaxy that it was worth keeping in touch
with the socialites who attended these balls. And so, putting aside his reservations, he had headed to Tatooine.
Striding into the ballroom in his black robe and cloak he headed over to the bar. "Red wine, the best you have," Valentai ordered, snapping his fingers. Without looking he tossed down some credits for the man. Oddly, the young woman beside him parroted his order. Most curious. He looked her up and down. Attractive, certainly, but young while trying to make herself look older. Well dressed as well. "Good evening, my dear," he said, stepping forward. |
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Posts: 690 (12/03/09 9:59) Jedi Knight
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Viktor/Ananda/Valentai (by the beautiful Ananda's request)
Before Viktor came to her, Alexia felt a presence she had not felt in a while. Someone she actually respected.
Such a thing was rare, for Alexia was a being who ran on many preconceived notions on just how horrible people of this galaxy really were. And for the most
part, she was right. But the first person to prove her wrong was her first and so far only Sith Master, Lord Valentai. She could feel him near. It was a
comforting feeling, the young Sith Knight thought. She had a high regard for Valentai unmatched by any other in the Galaxy. He gave her a gift, one she
would never forget. Freedom. A new life, without needing to worry about her past. She turned and saw him come, in his cloak, speaking to a girl not far
from her.
Alexia smiled, almost afraid to call out. But she did. "Master, a pleasure to see you." No sooner were the words out of her mouth than another voice, to her other side, caught her attention. "A glass of red." Alexia's smile widened. Viktor was there. He lit his cigarette, and although Alexia did not smoke, she enjoyed the smooth smell from his. It was like a meadow in springtime. "My dear, I must say that you look absolutely stunning tonight." Alexia took a deep breath in, turning to Viktor. He looked wonderful, but that went without needing to be said. Alexia tilted her head very slightly, as if she was appraising him. "Well you, my dear, have perfect timing. Viktor, this is Lord Valentai. And -" she gestured to the girl she did not know. To the bartender, she motioned for him to bring her a red wine as well. She may as well try to fit in. |
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