ROLEPLAY HQ - rulers-reasons

TW: tbd

The day had come.. the day that she had hoped would simply never happen. As a maiden of 19 years old she knew that she did not have time forever. When her parents had told her that she was to be wed, she had been angry. She had never even met the person that they had chosen from him. All she knew was that she as being traded like a political gemstone. How fitting it was.. She was nicknames the Sapphire of the South after all. The entire morning had been spend on her appearance. She had to look perfect today. Her blueish grey hair had been braided and pinned to the back of her head, small wisps of it falling down her face to show her youth. One of the most elaborate ceremonial dresses pulled from the vault to show her wealth, a dark blue dress that was studded with sapphires. She as corseted in tight to show the curves of her body. Her lips were slightly stained red and her cheeks had a hint of blush on them. She looked like the price that she was, someone to be given away. Because once he came to ask for her hand, the answer could not be no. “My lady.” Her handmaid came in and bowed down. “Your suitor is to arrive soon.” She let her know. “Thank you Ada.” She dismissed the girl who quickly made her way out of the room again. Ada had plenty of things she needed to tend to that day. A feast to prepare in celebration of her engagement, one that would surely have happened by the end of the evening. But first she needed to meet him. She took another deep breath, steadying her nerves before she left that room and made her way down the hallway and down the grand stairs that led to the bottom floor. She went to what as considered her parents ‘throne room’. Here she would wait for him, standing beside her father. This was the end of her life alone.. @Violet Marcus

09:37

(Her dress)

The carriage they’d been riding in since the night before felt ever so cramped as his eyes began flitting open. Fantastic. The day he’d been dreading for so long has finally come to fruition. The day his loving mother and father finally sold him off to another family. And not even to with a significantly higher status than his own. But still he smiled brightly even if his eyes had said otherwise. This was for his people. At least that’s what he’d been told. Still the only thing more suffocating than his parents were the clothes he was wearing. But alas, a good impression was paramount. This was for the future. Who knows? Maybe this wasn’t to be for the worst. “We’ve arrived your majesties.” The door to the carriage soon opening with his mother exiting first, followed by his father, then himself. The Mayfairer estate was much more extravagant than he’d anticipated. Or was it Mayflower. Formalities of this nature had always been something was never fond of. “Remember boy. The Mayweathers are our friends and soon to be family. Make sure you lead with the best impression.” His father, said with all the affection he could afford for his now only child. “You are the pride of our region. Make sure you act like it.” His mother echoed. That smile he’s learned since his childhood years creeping along face naturally, “Father, mother. Of course. I will be sure to make our family proud.” Finally, the doors to his destiny lie before him. He paused and took a deep breath. The last breath of what little freedom he’d ever known. He opened the door to see his soon to be wife for the first time. @Nakachu

They would be greeted by the staff of the estate. Deep bows shows out of respect. They would not even be quite inside the estate before servants were starting to gather their belongings and bring them to the rooms that had been prepared for them. Elaborate rooms that didn’t do under much for the rooms of the Duke and Duchess of the estate themselves. They would be led to the second set of door where they would be announced as they entered. “I present to you, Lord and Lady Callista.” They were send in. Meredith’s father instantly rose from his seat, her mother soon following him. As they approached closer she would lay her eyes upon Yuri for the first time. He was taller then she had expected, his skin more fair. The look on his face as plastered on as her own was. “Aaah, Lord and Lady Callista!” Her father started as he welcomed them. “What an honor it is to be receiving you in my estate.” He bowed before them and so did her mother. A small bow, one out of respect mostly. “We hope you will enjoy your stay with us. If there is anything we can do to make your stay better, don’t hesitate to ask.” Her mother followed up, even so much the lady of the house as she ever had been. “Please let me introduce my daughter to you.” Her father then continued. She quickly forced a gentle smile into her face as she stepped forward. “Meredith Mayweather. The beauty of the south.” He priced her. “My Lord, my Lady.” She greeted the pair as she bowed towards either of them. Only then did she turn towards Yuri. “My Lord.” She greeted him as well, letting her eyes dip down to the floor as if she was shy, a trick she had been taught almost since birth. @Violet Marcus

“My lady. The pleasure is all mine. I see now why they call you the Sapphire of the South.” He took her hand and kissed it. The rite his mother had drilled into his head for hours. How much more of this he could take, he was unsure. Wondering if maybe this was just his life now or at least the one that had been planned for him. His father clearing his throat as if to say “Move on. Know your role and play your part.” As if he hadn’t already been more than aware of these circumstances. He dropped down to one knee, never allowing her hand to leave his own and finally looking into her eyes for the first time. “My lady, Meredith Mayweather, it would prove be my life’s greatest honor if you would accept my humble request to be my wife.” And with those words he felt his fate become sealed. @Nakachu

The formality of it all. Neither of them able to show their true face or thoughts written on them. Part of a game played by their parents. Mere chess pieces of a board that were put there to face one another. And it only took him bending down on one knee to put his in checkmate. That one sentence stole away her breath and not in the way that it should. She tried to keep her face neutral, but it probably showed how she thought of this. To marry one that she had only just met. And even now, she would not be the one to answer. It would be inappropriate for a woman to offer herself for marriage without consent. "Your request shall be granted, Lord Yuri Callista." Her father spoke in her ear, a heavy hand coming down on her shoulder. "My daughter shall call herself lucky to marry such a fine gentleman." A bouldering laugh following. It did not surprise her that her father was happy. After all, his deal had just been signed by the announcement of a wedding between the two. "A feast shall be held to celebrate! I insist my Lords stay to attend!" He spoke once more. As if neither of this had been planned and had just happened on a whim. But everyone was willing to play along, as this was how the court worked. She was left there, engaged, without even having moved a single muscle or spoke a single word. A mere piece in their game of chess, now captured by the other side. @Violet Marcus

His father placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. Squeezing as if to remind him that he’s nothing more than a toy in his game. “And what a grand feast it shall be Lord Mayweather!” The boastful and arrogance in his voice not lost upon anyone in the room. His mother stepping forward, taking both their hands in hers. “Its been a rather long journey. Why don’t we all retire to our rooms until it’s time for dinner.” Every action his parents made as if it was rehearsed a billion times. “If I may, I would like to spend some time in the garden first. It was a view, while short, took my breath away. Second only to my betrothed.” It was to be a pawn, he would at least take every small chance he could to live like himself. Waiting for a response for such a menial request, felt like an eternity to Yuri. @Nakachu

The interaction between them was almost over. Almost the could let her emotions run free again. She just needed to keep herself together for a moment more. Yuri and her simply staring at each other, neither of the showing the other how they truly felt about what had just happened. Did he hate it as much as she did? Or was he perhaps excited to have her? She couldn’t tell, he hid himself well. “Off course! Our home is open to you. Feel free to use the gardens to your liking. Just please be mindful of the gazebo on the left. These are part of our daughters personal gardens.” Duke Mayweather spoke as he patted his daughters shoulder once more. “She enjoyed her privacy and I would like to give it to her. And with that! I wish you to rest well my Lord, my Lady. I will see to the preparations for dinner. Feel free to let my servants know if you need anything.” And with that the Duke and Duchess dismissed himself. Meredith bowed before Yuri once more before she too followed her parents out. And the moment she was left to herself she let out as deep of a sigh as she could manage with the corset still binding her chest so tightly. “I would also prefer to rest Father.” She said to the Duke and the moment she was dismissed she went her own way. In quick steps she made her way to those gardens. She had her own wing in the estate, her own entrance into the gardens that decorated the back of it. They were fast and big, filled with mazes, beautiful flowers, fountains, ponds with koi fish and much more. When the Duke had noticed her love for the gardens he had given her a part of it just for herself. Surely she would be good there. She pulled up her skirt and darted out into the open air. She found herself to the gazebo. The small oval building, made just for her. Gripping herself into the railing and just letting herself breath. Emotions wracking her insides. Just like that she was given away. Merely two sentences had been spoken between her and her future husband. She kne

21:02

w nothing about him. She did not know if he was cruel or gentle. If he was smart or dumbwitted. Nothing.. She grabbed at the pins that held her hair together, letting the braids fall over her shoulders. She couldn’t handle the perfect image that had been created of her anymore. Her fingers pulling at the braids until her grey hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Pull yourself together Meredith..” she said to herself. Willing herself to calm down. @Violet Marcus

21:03

(Impressions of the garden and gazebo)

With those single words of permission, Yuri almost couldn’t couldn’t contain himself. Almost. Impressions were everything after all. The moment he could tell he was alone, his feet bolted away from himself. He didn’t know where he was going. Nor did he care. He just wanted to be away from all of this. This wasn’t meant to be his life. Yet, here he was. He didn’t even know when he found himself in the garden. Just that he was finally alone. Ripping the knot from around his neck and the tie from his hair. Both were thrown to ground. His knees soon to follow. The helplessness of the situation consuming him entirely. Tears running down his cheeks. It was never supposed to be like this. All he felt he could was one thing. “The trees born anew Through the storms as they loom Connecting, forboding through the brightest of frown All while the king holds dear to his crown The peasants they cry But still sing to the sky All for the ghosts And the lost that they host” The melody he was taught so long ago had never sounded so broken. He wondered how long it’d been since he last sang. Either way he couldn’t keep his feelings behind this facade any longer. At least it took well over a year for him to break this time. He remembered a time when it used to be daily. The flat melody now gone to the wind. “I guess this is growth.” @Nakachu

She willed herself to calm down, but the more she let her mind run free, the more she could not hold back her feelings. Don't cry.. a future Duchess does not cry. All her life she had been pushed into this perfect view or a woman. Obedient, strong, beautiful. Yet all her life she had wanted to be anything but that. She wanted to be free, joyfull.. she wanted to laugh and cry when she wanted. And why had she been that way? To be given away like a price to the highest bidder. She sunk down to the ground, her knees to her body, not caring if she ruined the elaborate dress. Her head on her knees she let a few tears slip away from her. It was the melody that made her look up, her face held to the side as she listened to it. What was that? Who was that? It was far away and when she looked over the side of the gazebo she could not see where it came from. @Violet Marcus

He steeled himself like had too many times to count. If this was it, if this was meant to be his life, he may as well make it to be as advantageous to himself as possible. He began walking through the garden, aimlessly as he began to run through his thoughts. He knew his families financials were less than ideal. After all he’d been managing the estate’s money since he was 13. Budgeting carefully and yet there was always a pitfall that led them to be just behind on what they needed. Nothing alarming but just enough that they could all survive. The profits from the mines would be more than enough to recoup their losses, maybe even establish new levels of prosperity for the duchy. All they had to do was send some of their elite guards to live and train the Mayweather’s military for the next few years. A price to pay but one that was worth it. He had enough confidence in himself that he could fill that void if need be. The problem was his fiancé. The word almost making him nauseous. Not so much that he didn’t want to be married but to whom he was meant to be with. The Sapphire of the South. What kind of name was that even? How could he even say those words with a straight face in front of so many? He laughed to himself, the first genuine laugh he’s made in who knows how long. What kind of woman was she? Sure, she was beautiful. But that’s all he could see. Just another pretty face. If these gardens were anything to go by, she must be more vain than her nickname implied. Every thought making him more sick to his stomach that he never had a say in who he’d marry. “Why did it ever have to be Meredith.” Just as those words left his lips he bumped into a woman. Her appearance slightly disheveled but that blue dress completely indistinguishable. @Nakachu

She finally seemed to gather herself again. Wiping her eyes as best as she could. This was not a way to act. Like a child who had been told they could not have a toy they wanted. She was better then this. She could be better then this. Even if she was to marry a stranger. It was up to her to make it good or not. Surely there is plenty of moments where she could still live the life she wanted. These estates were giant.. they barely had to see each other if they didn't like it. So she rose again and would walk back towards the castle. Her hair would need to be redone and she was sure another dress had been prepared for her as well. But shr had been so lost in thought that she had not seen him come from the other side. Not until she heard her name coming from his mouth. Her eyes shot up rjght as they bumped into each other. Hard enough to make her recoil. She instantly remembered her manners as she realized who it was. "My Lord.." she quickly gathered her skirt and courtesied him. "My apologies. It seems I am in your way. I will take my leave." She said quickly. It was never the fault of the meb after all. What was a wife but a shoulder to take their burdens? @Violet Marcus

He stood at a loss for words. This wasn’t the girl he’d seen just moments before. Her silver hair, a complete mess. Her dress, completely unacceptable. This was going to be his wife? Well, he was taught to make sure he was always in control of the situation. Even if it made him less than comfortable. “Apology accepted. I’m sure we’ll see to it that it won’t happen again. Perhaps we’ll place a bell around your neck?” The look in her eyes telling him the sarcasm was not well received. @Nakachu

Her eyes did indeed shoot up, a soft sharpness in them as she found him. The comment about her bell was not well received at all. Was that how he would treat her? Like a housemouse that had to step out of the way everytime he passed her. She couldn't help the most annoyance in her chest. "Of course my Lord." She simply spoke to him. Her voice holding a soft undertone to it. She quickly brushed her hair behind her ear. And gave him a courtesy. "Enjoy the gardens, my Lord." @Violet Marcus

Well that certainly could’ve gone better. Was it his tone? Did he forget to smile to let her know he was teasing her? Maybe she just wasn’t smart enough to understand sarcasm. A beautiful girl like that with everything handed to her, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she lacked in basic social skills. He made a mental note that he had to apologize at some point. After all, like it or not their lives were bound together. Even if he found her to be less than ideal partner at this point in time. Maybe they would grow to be fond of each other. The thought almost making him laugh. What was the point? Maybe they’ll just learn to live separately but together, like he’d heard so many nobles before him doing so. But for now, it would be best to prepare for dinner. @Nakachu

She made her way back to her wing in the estate, her handmaiden ready to prepare her for dinner. Her endless questions rang through her as annoying. Asking if he was handsome, if she liked him, if he had been kind, even if he had smelled nice. She quickly shushed the girl. She knew that this might be the highlight of her year, if not her life, but Meredith was not ready to talk about her future husband. Perhaps we’ll place a ball around your neck? How dare he think of her so lowly. Like a pet cat kept around for his entertainment. Was that to be her life with him? Would he even be gentle? What if he was cruel to her. She took another deep breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was once more pinned to the side of her face, the braids returned to perfection with every hair in place. Looking for different from the girl that had just walked the gardens. The dress that had been picked for her to wear during the dinner was less elaborate then the first had been. A soft grey to match the tone of her hair. Her neck decorated with a heavy silver necklace inlaid by Sapphire’s. Gold had never looked good on the pale skin of her. She was back to look like the awful nickname that had been given to her. The Sapphire of the South. Once dinner was announced she made her way back down to the hall, her father meeting to escort her inside of the hall. He was already seated where he should be. An empty chair by his side that was now her new place. “I trust you to take care of my daughter tonight.” The Duke spoke to him as he left her to take her seat. She once more bowed before him. “My Lord, let us celebrate our bethrotal.” She said as she offered him the best smile that she could give. @Violet Marcus

Yuri felt uncomfortable in this situation. He knew he had to make an attempt at an apology but wanted to make sure he kept up all appearances of a joyous occasion. What else was it to, but bow graciously in his response. “My Lord, I shall do my best to make sure her her care is never led to better hands. My Lady, it is an unparalleled honor to dine with a woman quite like yourself.” He noticed every eye on both himself and his fiancé. Through every move of his rest, to when he paused in his sentences. Everything they did was studied meticulously. Almost in a way to make sure he didn’t disgrace either family. Yet he played his part perfectly. And Meredith? How wrong could he have been. She spoke with such grace and intelligence, it truly was breathtaking. Perhaps her nickname the Sapphire of the South was in reference to her mind and not just her appearance. All the more reason to make sure he apologized but there was never the right opportunity to do so. And every minute that dragged by he felt himself being dug deeper and deeper into a hole that would be more difficult to crawl out of. His father suddenly standing after the final course had been taken off of the table. Raising his glass to the ceiling. “To the Mayweathers and Callista families. May this love and friendship be everlasting. May this trust and benevolence never broken. And may the love between my son and your daughter be ever fruitful. Cheers.” Every word that left that man’s lips had a tendency to ensnare anyone that listened. “I have an idea. Why don’t we have young Meredith and Yuri have their first dance tonight. Right now.” Yuri knowing this is a command, and never request or an idea knew he only had one option. “My lady, may I have this dance.” His hand outstretched, waiting for her response.

09:28

@Nakachu

The dinner went on without much trouble. Both of them acting like they should. He no longer seemed to downtalk her, keeping to the titles they both preferred. Whenever he spoke to her she would make sure to pay attention. Whenever he made a funny comment, she would laugh. The perfect companion to anyone. When it came to the food she ate little and in small bites. Ensuring she stayed clean and perfect. Her stomach barely able to contain anything from the corsetted piece of the dress. She expected the evening to come to a close in a simple manner. Till Lord Callista decided to rise from his side, making a toast to the young pair. It was greeted with enthousiasme by her own father and she soon raised her own glass with them as well. But the dance was the part that took her by surprise. As Yuri stretched out his hand she looked towards her mother who quickly ushered her to accept. The took a quick swallow as she took his hand. "It would be my honor, my Lord." It wasn't that she could not dance, but she knew how hard it could be to dance with someone for the first time. Not to speak about how different the dances they were taught might be. As they walked to the middle of the big room, the music would change to accomodate the dance. She placed her hand in his. The other on his shoulder. Suddenly the difference in their height very obvious as she needed to reach up. "Please tell me you know how to waltz." She asked him, her eyes giving away the small bit of worry she felt. @Violet Marcus

09:44

(Forgot to add her dress)

For the first time he felt camaraderie towards his fiancé. “Just follow along. This much, I promise, I can do perfectly.” As the violins first starting playing, they took their first steps in sync. Every step matching the other as if they’d done this together hundreds of times. It was almost….fun? It was fun. He gave the first genuine smile he had in front of another person in years. Loving every move they made. He felt that nkw was as perfect a time as any. “Lady Meredith, I owe you an apology. My bell comment was not deserving of a lady of your status, and in my nervousness, I attempted a joke that had no place. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” With those final words the band’s final crescendo played. The vibrato emanating through the hall as it filled with applause. Maybe this marriage would be pretty nice he thought.

The nerves still rushed through her as those violins started to pick up the songs. Yet the moment he started to move she felt like she could follow him easily. The first steps were perhaps a little bit strange, but after that she could feel herself floating along with him. Her light blue eyes would lift to meet his as they danced. She understood now why dancing was usually part of courting. It had put them so close together. She could see every detail of his face, the soft sparkle in his eyes. She could take in his scent and get a feel for how he moved. It was enjoyable to her. She returned the smile that he gave her. But once it came to his apology, she was not sure to respond. It was good for him to recognize his mistake and admit to it. But at the same time she felt unable to recognize he had. He was a man, it not her place to tell him off for something that he had said. “No need, my Lord.” She just said to him. “I wouldn’t dare to take offense.” She answered him, still not ready to let formalities fly between them. She knew what was at stake for her if this marriage fell through and in her mind Yuri still had every right to reject her. He was male after all. To her he held power that she did not have. The dance came to an end and she would disconnect them as she once more bowed for him, perhaps deeper this time to make up for the discomfort she had caused him in the gardens. “Thank you for the dance, my Lord.” She thanked him as she rose again. @Violet Marcus

Yuri felt relieved but still apprehensive. This was forever going to be a great memory for him but had the sense that things weren’t going to be much better between them soon. He had to earn her trust and respect or they may as well be strangers. At the same time, he knew he had to protect her from his parents’ controlling ways. Care for her, but not in a way that would immediately lead to her being another toy in their games. Why must everything be so complicated. This thought forcing him to snap into his usual facade. But an idea had come to him in the same moment. “Father, at what day is the ceremony to be held?” The answer to this question will give him all the knowledge he could ever hope for. His father, relishing yet another opportunity for voice to be heard, “The wedding will be held in three days time, in our beautiful home of the city of Sedrier.” And with that, his mother’s teaching’s echoed in his mind. Knowledge is power. And power is everything. “I have a proposition then. In the days preceding, I would like if both Lady Meredith and I spent the days learning of each other’s territories firsthand. After all we are the future of this partnership and what better way to gain insight on how we’ve both lived.” That slight inflection on a single word would go unnoticed to anyone except a Callista. The tonal change they used to share messages in front of anyone at any point without leading them to be none the wiser. The devious, yet proud smile on his parents face crept slightly. His mother spoke first, “That would be a lovely idea. Besides these lovebirds should have some time to themselves before their special day. My Lord and Lady Mayweather, what do you think?” @Nakachu

She gave him a bit of a puzzled look as he suddenly adressed his parents about when the ceremony was to take place. Three days at his homeland. That gave her merely a day to prepare before they would need to travel there and prepare for the day itself. But his next suggestion took her by surprise even more. Did he wish to test her? Did he wish to find a reason to deny her? She took a deep breath and swallowed as she looked towards her own parents. If he did wish to test her.. she would need to be perfect. She could not slip up. "I don't see a reason why they would not be allowed to get to know one another better." Her father spoke as his eyes met those of Meredith. The sternness in them something only she knew and it made her avert her eyes down. They told her of one thing. Don't mess up. "I take you will keep my daughter honor in tact till the moment you may call her yours." He then spoke as he looked to Yuri. @Violet Marcus

A confident smirk fell upon his face. “My Lord, not a second until she calls me hers will such a moment occur. Until then it shall be my greatest honor to simply exist in her presence.” Yuri bowed to Lord Mayweather, knowing full well in his position all he could do is emphasize his respect for those older than he. Besides, after tonight, he knew Meredith to be more capable than any person his age. And something told him that he’d rather maintain on her good side when all is said and done. “Now if i may, I would like to retire for the evening. After all, tomorrow alone will be quite a long day.” He bowed graciously upon receiving a nod of approval from his father. Once he was out of sight in his bedroom, he practically jumped into the bed. Finally a moment of rest away from everyone else. And….excitement? His heart beating quickly at just the thought of spending the following days with Meredith. He felt a sense of admiration towards the girl. Hoping that maybe in time they could at the least refer to each other as friends. The moon shining through the window. A sky of million stars following suit. Feeling himself hopeful that maybe he wouldn’t have to live a life of deception for all of his days. To always live as simply Yuri and not what others wanted to be. @Nakachu

As they were excused, Meredith also made her way to her bed chamber. Once there she dismissed her handmaidens and undressed herself to change into her silk nightgown. Once more her daft long finger brushed throught the braids letting the waves of grey fell over her shoulders. The stain from her cheeks and lips removed as she put the lotion on that she put on every night. She watched herself in that mirror. Three days.. that was all she was getting before she would be someones wife. And even those three days were now stolen by her future husband. She would need to be perfect. Please him in any way that she could. If he rejected her.. she couldn't face her father. This one moment had been what she was raised for. As what good was a daughter if not to grand you power from another state? She didn't inherit titles or lands after all. She let the brush flow through her locks for quite a while more before she retired to her bed and let sleep overtake her. ‐------------------- The next morning she was awoken early. Orders of the Duke. She was to prepare for breakfast, alone with Yuri Callista. Her hair was done up partially. A braid running like a crown around her head while the rest fell in perfect waves around her shoulders. The dress also more simple to accomodate for the occasion. A simple necklace and earrings made to match. Because the daughter of the Duke had to look perfect. And like that she made her way to the breakfast hall, wondering if Yuri was even there yet.

The doors open and to Yuri’s surprise it was Meredith. “My Lady, good morning. I’m just finishing up, please, take your seat.” In his restlessness, he found himself unable to sleep for long. He spent the morning preparing for breakfast as he had so many times before. Grapes, omelette, sausage, bananas, apples, bacon, French toast, oatmeal. Anything one could have desired for breakfast he’d prepared. “ I wasn’t exactly too sure of your tastes, so I made everything I could with short notice. He liked keeping his hands busy. Anything to lend him to feeling just a bit more independent, he would gladly learn. He’d hoped that maybe, just maybe Meredith would be impressed with his efforts. Why was he so concerned with what she thought? The idea quickly brushed aside. He was careful to not leave a single stain on his vest; the black and blue a stark contrast from his purple hair. “Seeing as this is your territory My Lady, I was hoping this afternoon, you would take the lead. Whatever you desire, I will gladly follow along.” He’d hoped his sincerity rang true to her ears. @Nakachu

"You made breakfast, my Lord?" She asked him, slightly uncertain she had not misunderstood him. They had a cook and servants for those things. Her father would rather die then find his daughter in the kitchens. She had played with the cook when she was young and it had not been taken well. She looked over the table, seeing the amounts of food that had been splayed out before her. She would walk around it in a slow but confident stride. She reached her seat and would let him adjust the chair for her as she sat down with her hands on her lap. "I am afraid that you have already seen the most interesting part of our estate during your brief visit of the gardens." She chimed in. "But I would be more then pleased to show you the library and art gallery." She spoke. Knowing most nobles had most interest in those places as they were a display of wealth. @Violet Marcus

“That sounds lovely, but what are you interested in. I love the works of Vasilios and Solon, but that doesn’t tell me anything about you. Don’t worry about impressing me, just show me what you’re passionate about.” A soft smile on his face as he took his seat. “But if you insist on the library and art gallery, then so be it.” Taking his knife and fork, he took the first bite of his omelette. Thinking to himself he should’ve added more salt. “While we’re here, is there anything in particular, I should’ve made? Id like to take a note for the future.” If Meredith was to be his wife, he should make sure she was comfortable. After all it would be the least he could do. “At the least, I hope what’s in front of you is satisfactory.” @Nakachu

She wondered if she could really tell him about her interests. Perhaps he was just trying to gauge what kind of person she was. If she was willing to put her own interests aside to take care of his. After all, wasn’t that what was required of her. “I am afraid my passions would be of no interest to you, my Lord.” She decided to say as she smile at him, as well as she could. She took her plate and plates a bit of fruit on it as well as french toast and two slices of bacon. It was a moderately small breakfast, but she would not a big eater in the mornings. She was mostly picking some up to appease him, not willing to deny the food that he had made. She put some maple syrup over top, having quit a sweet tooth. “This is more then plenty, my Lord.” She said when he asked if she was pleased with it. She took a small bite and took her time to chew it. “I am quite a light eat in the mornings, so please do not take offense to my small meal.” She informed him. She could no force herself to eat more then what she had plated. Even that might be to much for her. @Violet Marcus

He wondered if she was trying to be polite or just nervous. But had the feeling that they’d never be more than strangers if he didn’t push. “My Lady, here’s the thing. Tomorrow, I’ll be showing you as much about my joys in this world as possible. It would be pleasant if you played into my joys now, but seeing as I want to know the real you, I’d largely prefer if you tried me for this. Show me something that’ll make you smile without fail. That’s why I proposed this idea after all. And if you’re dissatisfied, we’ll end the trip early and make up a story to tell our parents. How’s that sound?” Yuri knew what he wanted. Being denied of simple pleasures guaranteed this fact from a young age. And right now what he wanted was to know the real Meredith Mayweather. Not the Sapphire of the South. Taking the last bite of sausage on his plate, he began to clean the table as he’d been long accustomed to doing. “My Lady, think upon my words. Whatever is your decision, I will go along with gladly.” Taking a handful of plates in the kitchen to be washed, he sank to the floor after setting them down. Who would’ve known that being engaged could be so nerve racking. That wanting to get to know someone could be so difficult. He remembered the myriad of girls that tried to get close to him for his title. The boys that sought political gain from his name. Is this how they felt? Wanting for something that felt permanently behind a glass wall? Who’s to know. He’d been almost alone for as long as he could remember. Turning away servants as they could be prying for information from his parents. All he can do is head back to the breakfast hall for Meredith’s decision. @Nakachu

She simply stared at him, the unsureness dancing on her face. Could she trust that was the case? That he simply wanted to get to know her? She could not shake the feeling that he was testing her, trying to find reasons to deny her. Her hand came up to brush her waves behind her ear. What did she have to lose? What a silly question… everything. If this didn’t work out.. her father. She had barely eaten much, but she was just not in a mood to really consume the food that had been placed before her. So when he came to collect her plate she just excused herself that she had enough and let him take it. She nodded to him, unsure what to say to him. In that current moment as he left the room and left her with her thoughts. Showing him her passions? Perhaps she could try.. So as he he returned to the breakfast hall she had been waiting for him, finishing her cup of tea and placing it down. She would get up from her seat and brush down her dress, still the splitting image of perfection. “Follow me, my Lord.” She said to him with a quick smile, it was all she could manage as she was still nervous. She let him down a set of hallways till they reached her wing in the estate. Female servants that were busy packing her items that needed to be brought paused to bow at the pair and she awknowledged them all. They soon moved into a room that was mostly empty. There was a big window that overlooked the gardens that had been opened to let fresh air in. There was an ornate couch with a beautiful floral pattern, a hearth for warmth in the winter and then the items that they had come here for, a big orante harp. She took her place next to it, letting her hand roll over the strings of it before she spoke. “Every morning after breakfast I come here to play.” She explained to him as her fingers started to pluck a soft melody. “It calms me..” @Violet Marcus

He followed down hall after hall. Unable to keep his thoughts that somehow, the estate may be bigger on the inside than the outside. Bowing slightly as the servants bowed to him. He hated the formality of it all but it was worth noting that having servants to assist may make his bride to be more comfortable and able to live the live she chose. He stood in front of the now closed door in awe. The instrument in front of them was astonishing. Beautiful in fact. Watching her fingers pluck along to each string. The soft melody reverberating into bones. In his heart. It was beautiful, but sad, yet…happy? The complex range of emotions that she was able to display all with Simply a few plucks of her fingers amazed him. She was amazing. Beautiful. He watched her play, her eyes closed as she passionately rocked to notes. It was like nothing he’d ever heard. The more she played, the more it enraptured him. The noted lingering in the room, the slight dissonance adding to her playing’s beauty. Her fingers dancing along the strings like they so clearly had done so many times before. He was left bewildered. Amazed. Shocked. Impressed. In awe. She was more talented than anyone he could’ve ever known. So wrapped up his thoughts, he hadn’t even realized she had long since stopped playing. Her face showing a slight tint of red from his silence. “You were incredible. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life.” And it was true. She was certainly something special. Maybe she would be his something special. “I hope you wouldn’t mind playing one more for me?” He was meek. Nervous, but obsessed. Once he heard her first note, he knew had to hear more. @Nakachu

As he didn't seem to stop her and think that she was foolish for playing the harp. She did pick up the melody. She plucked at the strings and soon let herself be carried away by it like she did every morning. Her eyes closed, the world seemed to disappear around her, even he was no longer on her mind. Just her and the music remaining. Once the song ended she let the notes die out in the air as she opened her eyes once more and looked towards him. He was quiet, unmoving almost. Again she was afraid he dissapproved of her actions. But instead he complimented her and she could not keep the surprise from her face. "O-of course my Lord." She said to him and once more brought her fingers to the strings and let them play. https://youtu.be/qvyijUMqp_U @Violet Marcus

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He watch again, gleefully as he fingers made every note echo in the room. The slight decrescendo to the ensuing crescendo. The beginning of every measure containing the slightest accept. The depth of the low notes complimenting ping of the high notes. He felt at peace with her playing. The brevity of every note lasting a lifetime. Yet she never seemed concerned for what was next. Her fingers seeming to know before she, let alone he, did. The familiar echo of the opening measures returning as the notes faded into emptiness. Tears running down his face and all he could do was applaud. She was perfect in her peace. A one of a kind talent. He felt undeserving of being able to call such a woman his fiancé. “You’re simply incredible.” Finally checked back into reality, he wiped the tears from his eyes. “And please. When it’s just us, do you think you could just call me Yuri?” A soft smile on his face. Hopeful that maybe this would be the start of something new and beautiful. @Nakachu

Once she let the melody die down she would open her eyes slowly only to find him.. crying? She had never seen a man cry before her. Not even once. Not a servant, not her father, nobody. So to see him so openly cry to her music was both alarming and strangely comforting. "My Lord..?" She tried. But he spoke first and applauded her. Drawing a small smile from her face. She watched him wipe the tears away and she would get up from her seat and pet over the harp as if it was a child. "I.." she tried. Was he testing her? To call him by just his name. It felt so unfamiliar. "I will try, Yuri." She said to him. "I am afraid this might be the last time you hear me olay though.." she said a sadness in her voice as she eyed the harp. "The harp is to delicate to ship so far.. it would not make it in one piece." @Violet Marcus

He finally felt something of a closeness between them. Unable to hide his smile. At least not in front of her. Then a slight frown upon the reality of her words setting in. “Of course, of course. It only makes sense after all.” The idea of this being the last time he would hear her play hurt him. He could only imagine how she must feel. Having to leave being something that evidently meant so much to her. The instrument was clearly well taken care of so her having to leave it behind must be like leaving a part of herself behind. For the first time since he proposed, he approached her with intention. Taking her hand in his. “My Lady, is there anything at all you could share with me. Even if it may be the last time, I no longer wish to know The Sapphire of the South, but Lady Meredith Mayweather. He wanted to know everything he could. He needed to. If she was to leave everything she knows behind, it was his duty to learn everything he could about her. After all this was her day to be her. @Nakachu

He was right. Leaving her harp behind was one of the hardest parts of moving across the country to marry a stranger. The instrument had been hers since she was a small girl, her one place where she felt she could place all her emotions on the table. She didn’t need to hold back. Through her harp she could cry, she could shout, she could laugh. It embodied all those emotions for her. Even now as she moved her hand over the delicate frame of the harp she knew that she did not wish to part with it. But the maester had been clear, it would not survive the trip to the North. The roads too rough for it. As he spoke again her eyes would find his once more, the light, bright blue of them shining as she did. His words surprised her, their intentions seeming so genuine. The Sapphire of the South had been a nickname given to her by her people. It embodied her beauty, was meant as a compliment. But to her the nickname stood for how trapped she had felt her whole life in her role as the Duke’s daughter. To hear him say that he wished to learn about the girl behind it… If this would be the reason why he would leave her behind, so be it. “Follow me.” She said then as she once more got up from her chair. She couldn’t help be nervous as she showed him these things. They were so against what she had been taught. She let him down a steps of stairs that led straight into the garden, leading him to the side of the garden that reserved for her alone. In the middle of it there was a pond that grew beautiful white and pink lillies in it. She walked to the side where a little box was placed and would open it. She had instructed the cook to give her small scraps from the kitchen and bring them there every morning. She took the bit of stale bread out and walked closer to the pond. It didn’t take long for quacks to fill the air as a pair of ducks came out of the brushes. Two white ducks with small patterns along their sides, followed by six little ducklings. The ducklings were still yell

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ow and brown and covered in soft down. She let her eyes go up to his and would hand him half of the bread. She took of a small chunk and kneeled down by the pond, bringing her hand down to the water and letting the ducks eat from the palm of her hand with a smile on her face. @Violet Marcus

He followed her into the same gardens he had found her the day before. The beauty and serenity of it all over taking him. He didn’t want to leave this. How could he make her leave this. An unfamiliar sound soon following. Small birds walking up to Meredith as if by cue. Ducks. He watched her feed them and the smile that soon spread across her face. She was beautiful. Enchanting. The woman before him was not the same he met the day prior. The happiness he could see in her was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He was enraptured by her. Taken in by her every move. Her every step. For at least this moment, she was his everything. He snapped back into reality to notice the bread in her hand she had outstretched to him. Taking the small chunks into his hand he broke off small pieces, waiting for the ducks to join him as well. Hoping to be accepted by them. I want ducks to like me. Who would’ve imagined. He chuckled to himself over the thought as the first duckling ate from his hand. And just like that, he knew this would forever be a special memory for him. @Nakachu

She would smile at him as he accepted the bread from her and kneeled down by the water next to her. It took a small moment for the ducks to warm up to him, especially the mother. But once he sat calm enough with the bread in his palm the first little duckling came over and happily gobbled up the bread. Their small beaks tickling his hand as they did. “They hatched about two weeks ago.” She told him, speaking in a tone that was perhaps unfamiliar to him. The formality gone, now speaking as if they were just two normal people who met on the streets. “Two were lost.. I think a fox might have taken them.” A small hint of sadness in her voice. “But these six are still holding out strong, growing fast. I hope they grow into adults and will remain here with their parents.” @Violet Marcus

@Meredith Mayweather (@Nakachu) - jump He couldn’t help but notice the pain in her smile. She loved these ducks as if they were her own children. She cared for them since they were small and the result was the mutual trust between them. He wondered who would take care of them when she left. Hoped at least that someone would. “I really am sorry that you have to leave this place.” His heart became heavy the moment the words left his lips. “But, I think you should at least keep this.” He picked up a single feather and tucked it in her hair behind her ear. “Lady Meredith Mayweather. Queen of the Ducks.” He couldn’t contain his laughter, falling backwards at the inanity of it all. Maybe his actions would fructify into a deep friendship between the two. Although he so desperately wanted more. Upon catching his breath, he looked to his right. And froze. Completely in awe of this moment. The sun shining through, reflecting off the water of the fountain. A small rainbow refracting from the droplets. He knew this was her favorite place, but now it may be his as well. @Nakachu

Was he sorry that she had to leave? She wondered how genuine he was as he spoke. Her eyes going to the side of her as she looked at him beside her. His hand still in the water as more of the small ducklings started to take from him. She would miss this place so much. Her eyes lifted up as she just took in her surroundings. To think that she would never be here again broke her heart. Tomorrow she would leave this place and never see it again.

He surprised her when he suddenly reached for her and pressed the feather into her hair. At first she was not sure how to feel about it but when he called her Queen of the Ducks she couldn’t help but feel that he was making fun of her. Perhaps she had been wrong to show him this? Did he believe her to be childish? She quickly raised herself from the ground and stepped back from the pond, not even noticing that he had already found something else that had taken his interest. “Perhaps we should go back inside the castle.” She suggested to him, neither calling him my Lord or Yuri this time as she felt torn between them. “I would not wish to catch a cold before the travel to your home land.” @Violet Marcus

Yuri paused unable to look at the view before him. “Uh, yes. You’re right. Of course you’re right.” He stumbled as if finally remembering where he was. He didn’t want this to be the last time he was here. He was especially against this being the last time Meredith was here. Yet, he followed her inside. Following her through the winding corridors he made sure to walk her to her room, before making his way to his own. Packing his trunk in heartbreak at the beauty of the castle and the memories of the day. This may be the last time he saw the gardens. The last time he saw those ducks. The last time he heard he play the harp. The notes still reverberating through his heart. And yet he had to take her away from this all. Should he find a way to break off the engagement? He should his head aggressively punching his temple. Stupid. Fucking stupid. It would all be pointless. The people back home needed the money from those mines. He couldn’t risk damaging their parents’ relationship. Even if he broke off the engagement, someone else would just take her away. That thought bring true pain to his heart. At this point what he needed was her. In just a day she had become his entire world. She was beautiful. Talented. And most importantly, brilliant. She was a genius without peer. He couldn’t let her get away. He loved her. This very realization something he’d never felt before. Yuri Callista loved Meredith Mayweather. @Nakachu

She was relieved when he accepted and once her had walked her to her room she would bow for him deep and thank him for spending time with her. She watched him walk off and the moment he was around the corner she changed her direction to the room with her harp in it. Before long she was playing again, letting her fingers run over the string until she felt they might bleed from the sharpness of the strings. But it was her last chance to play it, the last time she could put everything inside of her into those strings. And she did put everything in there. The melody making her heart sway along with it as tears starting to fall down her cheeks. She was convinced she had made a fool of herself today. Perhaps he had appreciated her playing, perhaps he was a man who appreciated music in those ways. But bringing him down to see the ducklings. She sighed deeply as she kept on playing. He had surely believed her a childish fool. It would not surprise her if he was in with his parents right now, talking about her failure as his future wife. Before long she would be called upon to be told that he no longer wished to have her. “Ouch!” She suddenly said as she felt a sharp pain in her finger. As she looked down the bright red liquid bloomed from her finger tips. She had cut herself with her harp string. She brought the finger to her mouth and let the blood seep into her tongue to try and stop it from bleeding more. She left her harp then and made way for her bedchambers. Yes.. she was surely making a fool of herself. @Violet Marcus

His conflicted mind was at war with itself. How could he put her through all of this? He wanted to spend more time with her. She must be extremely stressed. Will she like Sedrier? He wanted her more than anything but could he really make her happy? It’s not like either of them have a choice. Choice; a word that he’s never felt familiar with but now there’s some hope. The knock on the door meant only one thing. It was time to leave. Two servants helped take his trunk. He walked down the long staircase, open the doors into the courtyard. He looked back at the castle, happy for the memories he made, sad for what they now represent. Then he looked at Meredith, and his heart shattered at the thought of what she must be going through. This was her home and now she may never return. He held out his hand in hopes that she take it. “My Lady it….it’s time to leave.” @Nakachu

The entire time that her things were being taken out of her rooms and packed away for the journey she could not help but feel her heart breaking. She was leaving her home, pushed to face the unknown. Would she be happy in Sedrier? Would she be happy with him there? Would she be stuck her entire life pretending to be the perfect wife to him? She didn’t know. Finally her handmaid brought out her cloak and she knew that it was time. The dark blue fur-trimmed cloak was wrapped around her shoulders before she was led outside. The last time that she would travel down these long stairways, she savoured every single step. At least Ada would come with her for now. She wondered if she was allowed to stay in Sedrier with her or if her future husband would assign her someone else. As the doors opened she found Yuri already outside, he reached his hand out to her. “My Lady, It.. it’s time to leave.” He spoke to her and her stature instantly seemed to change. Her shoulder rolling back and her chin lifting just slightly. She took his hand and let him lead her to the carriage. “Of course My Lord. I can not wait to see your lands.” She spoke to him, the correct tone and speech. Because she knew that if she allowed herself anything else but that, she would find tears rolling down her cheeks. @Violet Marcus

He walked her into the carriage never letting go of her hand. He wanted to be there for her. Just make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. He squeezed her hand once to remind her of such a fact. “We have a long trip ahead of us. I’m going to try to get some rest ladies.” He made sure her servant was alone with them in them in the carriage. Someone that could help her feel more at peace. He closed his eyes and attempted to drift to sleep. @Nakachu

She stepped inside and sat herself down at the spot that was reserved for her. The inside of the carriage was plush and soft, an attempt to make the journey comfortable along the uneven dirt roads that they would travel. Even so she knew it would be anything but that. She let her hood down from her head and moved a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Of course my Lord, take all the rest you need.” She spoke to him as he seemed to be wanting to just rest more. It was only when Ada joined them in the carriage that she looked up surprised. “My Lord asked me to ride with you so I might make you comfortable My Lady.” She said with a smile as she bowed to Yuri before seating herself down next to Meredith. She had a small basket with her that she eagerly opened to show Meredith what was inside of it. “I brought all your favorites, My Lady. Lemon cakes and cheese crackers. In case you got hungry during the journey.” She would quickly turn to Yuri as she figured she had only been adressing Meredith. “Of course My Lord is free to take any as well if he wishes.” @Violet Marcus

“Thank Miss Ada. I think I’ll take a lemon cake.” Nobility or commoner, he always felt that those you were unfamiliar with deserved at least a modicum of respect. He took the pastry into his hand and took a single bite. The sweetness of the icing melting into his mouth. It was perfect. More delicious than anything he could ever dream to make. “Miss Ada, do you think you could teach me how to make this? It’s to die for.” He watched her soft eyes shine and she nodded in agreement. The thought of all the recipes she could teach him filled him with joy. Excited that he was able to learn from someone so talented and happier that Meredith would have someone close by her. “And Ada, would you mind staying with Meredith for as long as possible? I’d be happy to take over your salary if that’s a concern. I think it’d be nice for her to have someone from home with her as often as possible. And there’s no rush to answer. Feel free to let me know up to the day of the wedding. For now, I really should get some sleep. But don’t mind me ladies, I’m a heavy sleeper.” He smiled softly as he wished them goodnight. Dreams of his future with his fiancé soon to follow

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Ada seemed to let her eyes go from Meredith to Yuri as the question about her employment was considered. Meredith just gave her a soft shrug. “I would be glad to have you Ada, but it is your decision. I would not wish to rip you from your home.” She spoke to the girl. The way they spoke to each other spoke of love and companionship. Ada had been her handmaiden for the last 5 years. She had been there throughout her teenage years and because of it they had grown close. “Of course, My Lady.” She said. “I will.. I will think about it.” She said and forced a smile. It was clear that it had overwhelmed her and that she needed time to decide. Meredith took her hand and gave it a small squeeze. When she looked back to Yuri he had already closed his eyes and was leaning against the side of the carriage. She would not speak for quite a while longer, not wanting him to hear it. In the end it was Ada who spoke first. “Are you excited, My Lady?” She asked, the concern clear in her voice. “Excited? I guess that is a way to put it.” She said with a soft chuckle, her voice not louder then a whisper. Ada looked towards Yuri and back to Meredith. “Is he kind to you?” She asked Meredith then. “Yes Ada, very kind. But he knows the Meredith my parents wish me to be.” She admitted. “Perhaps he will surprise you, My Lady.” She said with a gentle hand to her shoulder. “You should get some rest as well. The journey will be long.” Ada recommended her and Meredith just nodded as she placed her head against the side of the carriage as well and willed herself to sleep. @Violet Marcus

As he opened his eyes the familiar sight of Sedrier consumed him. The mishapen buildings that still felt like him. The trees and vines growing around monuments. The avant-garde nature of his surroundings comforted him. The carriage stopped in front of his home. The Callista estate was accented with emerald hues. Just another one of Sedrier’s charms. As the carriage stopped, he knelt next to the women in his company. “Lady Meredith, Miss Ada, we’re made it safe and sound.” @Nakachu

Even if at first she had found it hard to find sleep in the bumpy carriage, she had eventually found it. Her head resting against the side of the carriage, her lashes relaxed and her plump pink lips parted slightly. Her hair had pinned to her head so tightly that it did not move it while she did. Ada on the other hand had stayed awake. It was not her place as a servant to sleep while they travelled. She had to be alert for dangers or if her mistress needed anything. So she was aware of when Yuri sturred from his sleep and would give him a quick smile before averting her eyes once more. As the carriage stopped she shook her mistress awake gently. "My Lady.." she said in a quiet tone as Merediths lashes fluttered open. She let a small yawn escape her before rubbing a sleepy tear from her eyes. Her natural expression holding so much more then the stoic one she usually put into her face. But that one did appear quicker then Yuri might have wanted as he spoke to her. "I am glad, my Lord." She said to him and brought a smile to her face. "Would you give me the pleasure of escorting me to my room?" She asked him. @Violet Marcus

He felt warm at her request. “My Lady, it would be my greatest honor.” He stepped out of the carriage holding his hand out for Meredith to take, and then Ada. He led them both up the winding staircase, and down the corridor to the first door on the left. “My lady, this shall be your room during your stay here. Miss Ada, yours shall be right across the hall. Should I either of you need or want for anything, my room is next door to yours Miss Ada.” He gave them his “princely smile” primarily out of habit. He was home and never knew who could be watching. A feeling he was so desperately looking forward to escaping. “And My Lady, for what I have in mind to show you will be waiting until tonight. Feel free to rest and wander the estate to your leisure.” He walked into his room and sat by the window. Sedrier was his home but he wanted better for it. Maybe one day his plans will see the light of day he thought. @Nakachu

She offered him a smile back and would give him her hand to be helped out of the carriage. She held her dress in her hand so she would not step on it and let it fall down once more when her feel hit the ground. She looked around herself at the estate and then back at the many carriage that had followed along with her things packed away. Pain filled her heart at the thought that this was now her home, or perhaps her and Yuri would have a different estate. Whatever was the case.. she was not going back to her own country anytime soon. She sighed out, but then quickly gave him a smile instead. She followed him inside and up the staircase till eventually they stopped before a door. She turned to him and gave him her attention as he spoke. “Of course, My Lord. I won’t hesitate to call upon you.” She said as she made a courtesy. “I will get some rest until you are wanting of me.” And with that she would excuse herself and enter the room, closing the door behind her. Ada went back outside to help with the unpacking and getting things where they were supposed to be. The room that he had given her was luxurious. There was a hearth that was already roaring with a fire. The bed was wide and made with soft blue velvet sheets. The window looked out over the courtyard and she just sat in the window and looked outside. She held her breath for a while before she breathed that breath out. “I can do this..” she spoke herself courage and took a bit of time for herself to recover. With having slept during the journey she did not feel like she needed more rest in that moment. So she took his suggestion or roaming the estate instead. She left the room and checked to make sure that he was nowhere to be found before she made her way own the hallway and down the staircase. She spend her time simply roaming the halls, taking in the many corridors of the estate. Enjoying herself, all the way till she found the library. @Violet Marcus

He knew he wanted to leave soon but how and where was the issue. He had money saved but not enough to buy a new home for them and keep Ada on for Meredith. He had to be close enough to that he could still keep an eye on his home, but far enough that they could enjoy their own independence. If he could find something closer to her home, that’d be perfect. An idea comes to him and he sprints to the library. Chasing through corridor after corridor, servants stepping back, bewildered by his pace. This wasn’t the Yuri Callista they had come to know. He hoped it was still there. His heart racing and then stopping. Skipping a beat when he saw Meredith. His hair, messy and out of place. Finally realizing how out of breath he really was. He looked around and noted there wasn’t another soul in the room. “Meredith, hello. I hope I didn’t interrupt. I won’t be long, please think of me as not even here.” He looked through drawer after drawer. Desperate for just an inkling of hope. And there it was. A map emblazoned with the Callista insignia. @Nakachu

The library had proven to be much more extensive then the one her parents owned. She had spend some time looking around the many bookcases, picking at book spine after book spine. Eventually she had chosen a selection of four. Two books about the history of Sedrier, and two of her favorite novels. She was excited to find them in here as well. She took a seat in one of the big windows and seated them next to her. Opening one of the novels to it’s first pages and reading. When Yuri found her, she was bathing in sunlight, her eyes fully concentrated on the words before her and a soft smile dancing on her lips. It was quite clear that she was enjoying what she was reading and judging by how fast her eyes moves she was a fast reader too. When he called her name she jumped and place a hand on her chest. “My.. Yuri.” She quickly corrected herself, knowing they were alone right now. “You scared me.” She admitted honestly as she got out of the window, almost embarrassed that he had found her that way. But he did not seem interested in her being there. Her eyes following him curiously as he started to sweep through drawers. She tried to focus back on her book, but found herself looking at him from the corner of her eye instead. “Are you alright, My L.. Yuri?” @Violet Marcus

“Sorry Meredith. I’m fine. I just-“. He paused, realizing that he’s doing the same thing he parents had done to him. Stripping Meredith of all choice. That’s not fair to her. Someone like her deserves better. “I’m sorry, I’m just making a fool of myself. I’d thought that you may feel more comfortable if we didn’t live here in the castle so I was looking for somewhere we could live. My family has a vacation house closer to your home we haven’t used since I was a child I’d considered but neglected to asking you your thoughts. I’m sorry for that.” He wanted better for both himself and Meredith. Even if she didn’t love him the way he did her, he wanted her to be as happy as possible. He wasn’t going to allow anyone, let himself decide anything for her. “I have two questions. Firstly, would this home I’ve pointed out on the map be suitable for you to live in? It’s less than half of the journey away from your home as it was to get here. And secondly, would you like to come out with me tonight? If not, we can both retire to our rooms and come up with a story later.” What she wanted was important to him and he was going to make sure she saw that. @Nakachu

She could not quite keep the surprise from her face as he started to talk to her about why he had barged into the library like he had done. She ended up closing her book, knowing that she was unlikely to get back to it in that moment. She looked down on the map and where he was pointing. It was indeed closer to her home. If the need would arise, or even the desire to travel back it wouldn’t be quite as tough a journey. She could even make it too and from in a day if she really needed to. Her eyes went back up to meet his, the confused expression still written in her eyes even if her face was attempting to hide it. “Yuri, I..” she started, unsure how to answer his questions. Did she really have a choice in this? He was her future husband, he could make her do whatever he wanted. He might believe himself sweet to ask her opinions, but in the end, did they really matter? And to give her a choice wether she wanted to accompany him tonight.. her father would kill her if he knew she had rejected him. “I do believe it would be suiting to my needs.” She spoke in the end, deciding to not bring in the part of her wanting to be there or not, but just if it would work. “And I would never deny you my company, Yuri.” She said as she met his eyes once more. @Violet Marcus

He closed his eyes. Thinking. Taking in every word she said. * I do believe, *I would never deny. These are phrase noble girls are taught from a young age. “Meredith, I think you may be mistaken. I only wish to know what you desire. If what you desire isn’t me, then I understand. If you were to say the word, I’d gladly ask the wedding to be called off. You aren’t a woman to be controlled, nor do I wish that for you.” He took the maps and put them back where he had found it. “I only wish for you to know me as the man that I truly am. If you are interested just come to my room. If you are not, I will understand. And in the event you do choose to go through with the wedding, know that I shall not lie with you until that is your desire and not a moment sooner. And with that, I shall take my leave My Lady.” @Nakachu

The moment he said the words ‘wedding to be called off’ she couldn’t help the fear that struck her. And as he continued she could not help the small chuckle that left her lips. Did he really believe it to be that easy? Did he really believe that they could just call this quits and be alright? Had he no sense of why she was trying so hard to please him? Calling the wedding off was not an option.. he had to see that right? Or was his life really so carefree that he did not need to have such fears. She wanted to tell him all of that, but instead she stayed silent. Because a Lady did not say such things out loud. She bit her tongue and held them to herself. It was one of the reasons why she had loved playing her harp, she had never needed to hold her tongue in front of that instrument. But now it resulting in Yuri leaving the library in a state of displeasure. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath once he was gone. “You don’t understand..” she said in a soft voice, speaking to him now that he was far enough away that he could not possibly hear her. She stayed behind for a small bit more before she too left the library, the four books she had chosen clutched to her chest. She went into her own room and placed them down on her nightstand, to be read later before she went to sleep. She took her time to think about what had been said between them. Was he genuine? Did he really not wish to push her into anything she wanted? Going as far as to not lay with her on their wedding night if she did not wish to? If anyone were to find out their marriage was not consumated.. She had to try harder. She could not let Yuri feel like she did not want him. She didn’t trust him enough to keep a promise like that. So she called upon Ada and once more changed her attire. This time her hair was done in lose curls, only a small bun decorated at the back of her head. A silver chain placed in it to make it clean and a simple teardrop necklace around her neck. Her dress was Light bl

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ue and flowed with her body. The white heels clacking softly against the wooden flooring. She went across the room and stood before Yuri’s room before she knocked. If he opened she would instantly speak to him. “I would like to spend the night together, if you would still have me.” @Violet Marcus

He opened his door to find Meredith before him. He was delighted at her words. Ready for the night he asked her to follow her into the town. The farther away from the castle, the more relaxed he’d become. Saying hello to more villagers the farther into the less desirable parts of the town they’d gotten. The excitement to catch up with old friends filling his body, making sure Meredith was never too far from himself. Stopping in front of a run down building: The Altria.

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She would follow him the moment that he told her come to come along with him. She had expected to go somewhere within the estate, but he soon proved her wrong and took her outside. Ada quickly brought her a fur coat to keep her warm about the evening air and they would head out. The were getting further and further into the village that was next to the estate. The further they went the more she walked closer to Yuri. Her parents had always told her to wander through the city on her own, not often letting her outside of the estate at all. So she couldn’t help the slight nerves that travelled through her. She had been about to ask him when where they were going when he stopped in front of a building. She looked at the sign and judging by the wooden tankards that it showed on it she believed it to be a bar. “Yuri.. why are we here?” She asked him, feeling unsure. This was going against everything sh had been taught to stay away from. She looked down at herself, knowing she was dressed like royalty. Would she be safe in there? @Violet Marcus

He noticed the apprehension on her face. “I told you, I wanted you to get to know me. The real me.” He took her hand in his and walked through the door. All eyes now on the newest patrons. Silence filling the room. “Oh really guys, I know it’s been a while but is this the welcoming Im gonna get?” The room roared of laughter, screams of welcome and cheer soon to follow. Yuri welcomed his old friends in kind, the brightest smile on face. His body relaxed, the tension in his jaw gone. He could finally be himself. He took Meredith over to the bar and found themselves seats. “Hey Balthus, meet my cousin Cynthia. She decided to pay me a visit and asked me to show her around.” He winked at Meredith in hopes she’d go along with his lie. “Oh really now your majesty then I’d hope you don’t mind if I try to court her myself.” Balthus’s sarcasm rich in his voice. “Oh be my guest. Although I’m sure what her fiancé would do to you pales in comparison to your wife.” The two friends banter going back and forth. Balthus may be the only person Yuri could call a true friend after all. “Hey, do you think we could bring that out tonight? I think it’s been a bit too long and definitely about time.” Balthus froze at his suggestion, setting the glasses he was cleaning down. “Are you sure?” The smile on Yuri’s face left no room for interpretation. @Nakachu

She still was not entirely convinced when he told her that he just wanted to show the real him. But she followed him anyway, walking after him into the pub. The moment she saw those eyes on her, she felt so entirely out of place. All her life nobles had surrounded her, people in fancy dresses, people who spoke the right ways. She had seen the common folk before, but this was an entirely different experience. She had learned to be fearful of them, that they always needed something from you. Stories of how they would take her clothes and leave her in an attic have been embedded in her mind. So it was only natural for her to feel tense in that situation. But Yuri seemed to be more than happy to be there. He walked ahead and she quickly followed him, walking close enough that she was tempted to take his hand in hers. But she did notice how relaxed he seemed to be. That he had no fear in his body. Perhaps it was because he was male? Men had always been shown to be powerful to her. They could do whatever they wanted, while the wives only were there to please and bear children. But it was the introduction of her as his cousin that really took her by surprise. Her blue eyes looked up at him just in time to catch the wink. She just quickly nodded her head, but the moment the 'friend' spoke about courting her she took a physical step backward. Yuri came to her rescue however and quickly defended her, claiming she was already promised to someone. Not entirely a lie.. she had been promised to him after all. But her confusion soon returned as he spoke about bringing that out. "Yuri.." she said softly, seeming to be pretty uncomfortable. @Violet Marcus

“Cynthia, I promise, everything is going to be fine. Come with me.” He grabbed her hand almost instinctively. The crowd taking notice, some catching on to what’s about to happen. Others, confused at the events, murmuring to each other in failed attempts to make sense of what happening. One member of the staff bringing out a bench, with another two pushing out a large object. One of which peeling off the now dusty cloth to reveal a piano. It’s shine seeming out of place for the bar it resides in. “Thank you everyone. It’s been a while since we’ve done this but let’s make a memory tonight. Cynthia, sit right next to me.” He cracked his fingers and looked at the keys. He paused, mostly out of nervousness, partially at deciding what to play. Then, his fingers danced along the black and white keys. His feet pressing into the pedals creating a deeper sound as the notes soon became the only thing filling the bar. With every tap, he became more enraptured with his playing, closing his eyes as his body shifted along with the melody. Each key bringing its harmony back in forth in a war of dissonance and consonance. And he sang: “The trees born anew Through the storms as they loom Connecting, forboding through the brightest of frown All while the king holds dear to his crown The peasants they cry But still sing to the sky All for the ghosts And the lost that they host Tomorrow lives young The surprises they’d sprung All for tired dreams And what they all mean Gather ‘round my old friends Good things must come to an end But our hearts are entwined For the souls we now bind Take out your pen, Close your eyes and listen The story’s yet wrote So we all have our hope” Tears left his eyes as he brought his song to its close. @Nakachu

She was still not entirely convinced when he reassured her and started to pull her along. She picked up her dress and went after him while her head spun to try and figure out what was happening. When her eyes caught the big object being dragged in her confusion was not helped either. It was only when the cloth was pulled off and grandpiano eas revealed underneath that he eyes went wider. "Cynthia, sit right next to me." Her eyes met his again and then went to all the people who were now patiently staring. She sat down next to him as he cracked his knuckles. When the first notes started to ring our she could not help to look at his fingers as they glided over the keys, producing a melody that soon caught all her attention. Once he added his voice to the mix her eyes shot up to his face. He seemed to be entranced by his own music as she just shamelessly took him in. He seemed so different from the Yuri that she had met in their estate. Perhaps not as much so as the one that fed the ducks with her, but she only saw that now. She loved his voice, loved that he seemed to use music for the same that she had used hers. When the song came to a close she joined the crowd in clapping in her hands. It wasn't till the clapping had resided that she perhaps surprised him back. She brought her own fingers to the keys that were on the side she sat on, the higher tones. She started to play a song that was quite common. One of the first more intermediate song a piano player learned. A song that he could perhaps easily join with his own set of keys to match her. @Violet Marcus

He joined in, his right hand to play the harmony, his left to match hers and octave lower. He smiled and laughed as they played in perfect synch together. The crowd in awe of the spectacle before them. Many had never heard a piano being played in their lives. Fewer had never heard a noble playing, much less two. Those that had been lucky enough to see Yuri play in the past knew this was something different, something special. Yuri and Meredith swayed to the music together. If Meredith played with decrescendos, Yuri followed gleefully. If Yuri wanted to accent his notes, Meredith did accommodatingly. In this moment, they were perfect together. @Nakachu

It didn’t take long before a smile was dancing on her face. She might not know how to play the piano a lot, but she had learned as a child. She knew the most common songs by heart, though she could never play with as much emotion as he had displayed moments before. But the crowd did not seem to care. It didn’t take long before the world seemed to revolve around the two of them, the crowd that was cheering around them long forgotten. A smile was dancing on her face as her fingers glided over the keys along with him. Like a dance that they were experiencing together where he was leading the tones along for her to follow. She was having a great time and once the song came to a hold she was smiling and laughed at him as the last tone died and the cheering started. It was perhaps the most genuine he had seen her since they had met, except for perhaps when she had played her harp herself. @Violet Marcus

He felt as if every note they played enveloped them both. Each measure taking a hold of him, creating the an image of a happiness that he never thought possible. He didn’t know his playing could feel this natural and pleasant for at least ten years. Sure he still tried to escape to play for his people on occasion but it had become increasingly difficult the older he’d gotten. By now it had been over a year, but he felt as if he never lost a step. Perhaps now Meredith would find him a kindred spirit. Two souls bound to their instruments. He just wished others understood how felt when he played: scared, alone, angry at it all. If anyone did, he’d hope it was Meredith. He took her hand and bowed for the crowd, ever the polite showman he was. Walking over to the bar, he thanked his old friend. Balthus, stunned, being the only confidant Yuri had with only a bare understanding of what he had felt. They walked out of the bar, the crisp nighttime air filling their lungs. The songs of crickets and owls joining together. He took her hands in his and whispered, “Meredith, if you’d have me, there’s still one more place I’d like to take you.” @Nakachu

It wasn’t till he pulled her along with him to bow before the people that she realized for how may they had played. Still she bowed along with him, even if she was sporting the softest of blushes on her face. But Yuri was right, Meredith’s view of him was changing, even if it was just slowly. They had only one more day before they would be wed. Tomorrow they would both spend most of their time in preparation for the feast that would be held in their honor. He got another quick look at Balthus, who seemed to be his friend, and she would have given a lot to be able to ask him question about Yuri, but she was already pulled along again. He walked her out of the bar, asking to take her to one more place. Her eyes went up to the moon, the darkness already around them. But she took a deep breath and turned to him. She nodded and gave him her hand. “Alright.” @Violet Marcus

He pulled her along gleefully like a child ready to share a secret. They walked through alleys, past the still lit lanterns. Soon the homes turned to trees. “Just follow me closely, everything will be okay. The dirt over grown with grass yet he still knew his path by memory. Climbing over knocked over trees, never letting go of her delicate hand. He stopped when he noticed a familiar pair of trees. “Still standing after all these years.” He held his hand to the one marked CC and headed into a clearing. “Here we are. “Our- My secret place.” It was a large meadow. A clear pond to the far end. Fireflies illuminating their surroundings. “As far as I know, you are now one of three individuals that have been here. I hope it’s to your liking.” The memories of this meadow filled his heart. It had been years since he’d been here but still it seemed as if it was frozen in time. @Nakachu

She couldn’t help the nerves that were starting to form as he seemed to be pulling her along to the middle of nowhere. She was propping up her dress to avoid it from getting stained by the girl and the grass that she was pulled across. It helped none though and the bottom of the light colored dress as well as her cloak were starting to get dirty. She was about to stop him, tell him she wanted to go back when he pulled her along into a clearing. Her eyes once more went big as she saw the pond with the fireflies dancing around it. “It.. it’s beautiful.” She said as she was left almost stunned by it. She walked forward and to the pond. It was laying so still that the surface of it seemed like a mirror. “Who else came here with you?” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. @Violet Marcus

He paused at her question; knowing he had to tell her everything eventually. “My brother Cain. Did you know I wasn’t meant to be the heir to the Callista? He was being older after all. I admired him. He was strong, protective of me. We were all we had really.” His voice trembling at the words. “He passed away when I was ten. We used to come out here all the time. It was our chance to just get away from it all.” The memory of the events slowly breaking him. He wasn’t Yuri Callista, he was just Yuri. “He was sick. Some rare illness that the doctors didn’t know how to treat. One night, I received a letter to come out here. So I did. And I waited and waited. It wasn’t until it started raining that I decided to make my way back. By the time I got home, he was gone. He didn’t want me to be there when he passed. Not to see him so weak any more.” The usually measured Yuri couldn’t hold back his feelings. “I tried coming back here a few times. But every time I got to those trees we carved out initials in, I just had to turn back.” He gripped his fists tightly in disgust for himself and to distract from the pain he felt. “I was lost, broken. My parents just had even more extreme expectations of me. That I now had to fill his shoes and then some. It was another night that I tried to come that I found the Altria. Balthus and that bar saved me.” For the first time, he finally told someone how he felt in his entirety. No secrets. No mystery. He felt weak and defeated but he wanted Meredith to know everything that he was. @Nakachu

“I.. I am sorry about your brother..” she stumbled over her words as he revealed that part of him to her. Her hands reaching out and taking his as she took in gently between her hands. She had always been an only child, she could not imagine what it was like to lose a sibling like that. As his story continued she got closer to him till her head was resting gently against his shoulder. She could feel the pain inside of him, could feel that the story was hurting him. Those memories probably still clear to him as if they had happened the night before. So she just listened as he told her about them. “If I may be so bold..” she said then as she hesitated. “I think your brother send you here as he passed because he wanted you to keep enjoying it. This was a specil place to you both. He gave you a place to always remember him, to be with him.” She said to him as she looked him in the eyes. “When you are here, he is here right with you, watching the same fireflies that you are showing me.” She placed a hand on his heart. “He is here with you just as much as I am right now.” @Violet Marcus

He listened to her words. Finally feeling heard. He wiped the tears from his face, feeling like a piece of broken heard was fixed. Her every word falling on ears, helping him to reclaim his calm. “Thank you Meredith. It’s….it’s nice to feel like I can open up to someone again.” He looked out at the meadow again, clutching her hand still. This now being the first good memory he’d made here in almost ten years. “I’m really happy brought you here.” He took in the beauty of the scenery and looked back at Meredith. She was even more beautiful with the soft lights from the fireflies and them. He felt his heart palpitate as he admired her. Taking a moment that felt like a lifetime and leaned in. @Nakachu

“You are welcome.” She said before she reached up and gently wiped a tear away from his face. It was a loving gesture, one that she was almost surprised that she found herself making. For a moment she just got lost in his eyes, feeling a strange connection between them that she could not quite place herself. What was this feeling? It was so unfamiliar? And then he started to lean in, his head dipping down towards her and she just kind of panicked. The hand that rested on his chest pushed him back before she just stared up at him, unsure what to say. They could not do that before the marriage.. right? Had that even been his intention? Was she overreacting? Would he feel rejected? “W-we should head back.” She said to him quickly, hoping to fill the silence between them. Trying to just find anything to end this moment between them. @Violet Marcus

He swallowed deeply and avoided her eyes. “Yes, of course.” He was filled with a variety of emotions. Thankful that he was able to share his past and feelings with someone. Dejected from her denial of his rash advance. Happy that he felt able to say no to him. Sad she didn’t say yes. “Thank you for listening. It was nice to feel heard for at least one night.” He gave his perfected smile in an effort to keep her from worry. They walk back through the forest and town, nary saying a single word. Upon making their room, he once again smiled and bowed to her. “Thank you for joining me this evening, My Lady.” He turned away into his room, taking a momentary pause before entering his room. He sat on the window sill, looking out at the moon and stars. Recounting every moment of the last 24 hours. How Meredith insnared his heart so easily. Wondering if she could ever feel ever feel the same way about him. If opening up to her would potentially put himself and his friends in danger. Someone in his position wasn’t meant to be associating with commoners. And if his father found out, who knows what would happen to Balthus. The fear and paranoia in his mind every growing from failure of tonight’s events. @Nakachu

She instantly felt like she had made the wrong choice. It had just been sudden, unfamiliar and scary? Was that the right word? She had just always been raised a certain way, been taught was what proper and not. When things should happen. Even if she was promised to him.. a simple kiss could ruin her purity. Something that around nobles seemed to be valued so much. But he seemed to disappointed in her for pulling away at the same time. And that made her scared too. He could still tell her no.. he could still send her home. The whole walk back he stayed silent, and she was afraid to say anything back. As he left her at her room, calling her 'My Lady' she could feel that soft panic in her heart. "It was my pleasure. My Lord." She said back to him and bowed down. She retreated to her room and asked Ada to help her undress. The handmaid tried to ask how things went but Meredith shook her off. Once she was prepared for bed she laid down in the soft duvets and hugged it close to her chest. Would there still be a wedding tomorrow? Would he still wish to have her after being rejected? She knew she wished it to happen.. and perhaps even a part of her wanted it to happen for more reasons then stilling the anger of her father. @Violet Marcus

He held his face in his hands, contemplating every scenario his mind could come up. Every second becoming more overwhelming. He found himself wondering if this marriage would lead him to becoming more trapped than he'd ever felt. If Meredith was yet another piece in this chess game meant to make him feel more alone and helpless than he'd ever felt. "Meredith..." Upon saying her name, he'd realized how wrong he was. She was remarkable, brilliant, and above all else, kind. She was of an elegance without compare. Her heart was warm, always considerate of those around her. There was no way she could be the type of woman to manipulate his heart. He chuckled at his naivety and walked over the desk by the window. He left his room and knocked on her door, unsure if she was awake or would even respond. "Meredith? It's Yuri, although I'm certain that was more than apparent to you. I wanted to apologize to you for my behavior. It was rash, and not becoming of someone of our titles. I'm leaving a note under your door. May you have a good night." He slid the note under her door, the poor fold opening on it's own.

Meredith, I once again wanted to apologize to you. You deserve much better than the nature of the behavior in which I displayed. Not only for attempting to kiss you, but then wallowing in my own sadness at your rejection and walking in silence. You are the most remarkable and special woman I've ever met. You are gentle, intelligent and the way you play the harp could enrapture any heart. I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to not only have met you, but to see you for the wonder of a woman I now know you to be. In only two days you have captured my heart and I hope that in time, yours shall be mine as well. For now, I hope we can still be Meredith and Yuri and not Lady Mayweather and Lord Callista. I love you Meredith and I hope my actions have not caused you to see me in a different light. Until tomorrow. Eternnally Yours, Yuri

Sleep had been about to find her when the gentle knock sounded on her door. She pushed herself upright, grey curls tumbling down over her shoulder. She had been about to answer the knock when she heard the voice at the other side. Yuri? Why is he here? She wondered to herself. The apology was unexpected and surprising, enough to make her freeze in her bed long enough to already hear his footsteps retreat by the time she came to her senses. She took the oillamp next to her bed and turned up the flame to create some light before walking over to the door on bare feet to grab the note that was at the bottom of the door. Taking it back to her bed and hiding her feet back under the blankets to prevent them from getting cold she read what was written on it. His writing was elegant, clearly that of a noble. The capitals curved and the rest of the letters clear and easy to read. Her eyes glided over the words and the more she read the more conflicted the feeling inside of her became. She did not dare to trust him, she had simply been hurt to many times. She was scared to be herself as being herself had never been allowed before. Reading that he love it when she had played her harp.. it only made her miss her old home more, the space that had been hers and where she could be herself for a moment. She wondered if she would ever be able to get that back. She took a deep breath. In the very least he still wanted her, wether the words on that piece of paper were true or false, he still wished for their wedding to happen tomorrow and that was all that she needed in that moment. She folded the piece of paper back over and placed it on her desk before turning down the oil lamp once more. She would need her sleep. ——————————- The next morning she was awoken early by her handmaiden Ada. She was offered some quick breakfast before it was already time to prepare her for the ceremonies. While she was being prepared in one room by bathing her and applying all kind of oils and