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Percius did so love a good social gathering. Any reason to drink and dance and flirt with the ladies. He told himself that this was all in an attempt to further his reputation as a layabout, a cad, and a fop, but deep down he would have had to admit that he did enjoy his little masquerade. Perhaps he was not as selfless a hero as he would have liked to be, but he did his best to help others and believed that because of that he was due some measure of vice.
Today it was not a true party but a matter of diplomacy. Xehacora and Caerleon were the only kingdoms still standing after the Blight had done its worst. Both kingdoms were awash with refugees seeking assistance, and while Xehacora had taken a decent number, it had not entirely been their fair share. Rather than opening the borders to anyone who needed a home, his father the King had reached out to invite people of social standing first. One of those nobles was expected to be visiting the palace that very afternoon and the King had ordered most of the court to be present to put on a good show and convince him to shelter in Xehacora. He was a Solharan nobleman with a decent holding in the silver industry. Percius knew his father had his sights set on all of that precious metal…just as soon as the kingdom of Solhara was safe to inhabit again, at least.
Percius would have been bored out of his mind were it not for the lovely ladies that were also in attendance. So many beauties. Of course, some of them were not as lovely on the inside as they were on the outside. The Blight seemed to bring out what was spoiled and selfish in many of the young ladies at court these days, as if by surviving that somehow made them worthy of much more than they had been before the calamity.
Percy tried not to roll his eyes at one young women who was complaining about the lack of choice in textiles since wool and cotton had become something of a commodity. He loved fashion as much as anyone, but he knew there was a time and a place for such complaints. In the face of so much loss of life, this was not it. “Egads, is that the Earl of Abergaveny? I dare say he owes me gold from our last game of cards, do excuse me, my dear lady.” Anything to get away before his mask slipped and he said something he would regret.
Was there not a single decent person left in Xehacora these days?
if the shoe fits
tagged: Percius Marillac
notes: Ball time
It had taken a while but eventually Galena, who was allowed to be called that for the night, had finished all of her chores, and had been able to get cleaned up and dressed for the ball. Though Mariel would still like to think she had forced her date into asking her. She wasn't sure why she would do that; she had been a "servant" for forty five years now, she knew better.
She had never been to a ball like this, she had seen glances in the past when she was in the castle with Mariel and she was actually her "servant," and this was entirely new to her. Of course it didn't help that her "date" had practically abandoned her the moment he had seen someone from the Order, further making her believe that she had merely been invited as a token offering because of who Zenon had been. Not that she particularly cared about the man that had donated semen to give her life. He hadn't cared much for her; but she wasn't bitter.
Pretending to be a wallflower and avoiding her "family" to avoid the harassment, for now, she had to move about frequently to avoid being seen abandoned; though that was probably obvious by now. Presently she was over by the food table wondering what was good and safe to eat, as she had never seen half of these things before; and marveling at the amount of food. It was unheard of in the Blight era. They must have traversed into skinwalker territory.
She turned away from the table with a small selection when she found herself face to face with a familiar looking someone. The prince and reason for this party; Percius. She would know him anywhere; he had seduced her once or twice and it had worked rather well and she bowed her head. Hello... She trailed off at that, unsure of how to address him; he also looked irritated and she didn't wish to make it worse.
Percius was surprised but not bothered by this new turn of events. If there was one thing that could ease his ill temper it was a beautiful woman, especially one that was not as feather-brained as most of the ones gathered around the room squawking about such ridiculous and trivial things as clothes and jewels and shopping. “Why hello, My Dear Lady,” He reached out to take her hand and press a gentile kiss to her knuckles with an overemphasized bow and a flip of his lacy cuff. “Egads, you do prove that it is not the clothes that make the woman but the woman that make the clothes, I dare say.” He added with a little wink. “Your dress may be one of the least expensive in the room but surely it graces the loveliest woman here. Do save me from the rest of the hens in the barnyard, the sounds of their pecking is giving me a dreadful headache.”
Here was his way out of the day’s festivities without losing face or allowing his mask to slip. “I find myself in need of fresh air; I do feel the vapors descending. Come with me? Surely your mistress cannot be cross with you if you are letting your duties to her fall by the wayside so that you can attend to the royal family. I shall give one of her wretched daughters a dance at the next ball and let it slip that your praises of her piqued my interests if you so require.”
if the shoe fits
tagged: Percius Marillac
notes: Ball time
Galena smiled up at him when he spoke with her. He seemed to be in a better mood with her, but with Percius one could never know, and she could not claim to be an expert after sleeping with him once or twice after he had sweet talked her into his bed. It could very well be he was playing nice because she was a friendly face. Though the fact he was speaking to her was promising.
Thank you, Percius, you're too kind. His words were true and she couldn't help but blush at the compliments. Mariel had given her the cloth and tasked her with making her own dress, as her old ones were all destroyed. It certainly wasn't her best work but it worked. If she were honest it was probably why her escort abandoned her. It would be my honor.
She couldn't help but giggle at his words for they were one hundred percent true. She originally was not going to let me come, but a member of my father's Order invited me and then promptly left me when we arrived. I don't think cruel and unnecessary torture is required. Despite her best efforts Mariel had been unable to break her completely and she was still a feisty imp at times.