Ravishing.
That was perhaps the description that came to mind when his teal eyes trailed over the figure that now stood at his threshold. Though she concealed herself in such a heavy coat, his mind bloomed with images of how that dress might appear underneath such cumbersome layers. She arrived, left with little choice of course, at his small estate near Camp Dragonhead. The escort were knights, men that had little words to share with her about where they were heading or what purpose this man had with her. Surely, there was more involved than his interest.
There was warmth here, a welcomed treat considering the harsh conditions outside these walls. A fireplace roared with flames that flickered and danced erratically, adding a glow in the meeting room, where she was welcomed by the man dressed in a dark, cerulean coat with a tail included, suitable for a man of higher prestige. Everything on his person was impeccable, and from the look of the decor within, he expected less than perfect. Dark hair was neatly combed away from his pale visage, revealing a set of piercing eyes, silver hued, like the moon-beams she had come to love when night fell across the skies. Though this Elezen was handsome, that serpentine smile peeled away any beauty he may have held; behind his smoldering gaze, she could see his ill intent --clear as day. This did not deter from putting on an act, for she remembered the tidbit of advice given to her by his maid.
"Watch his smile. Then match his with your own."
Rivienne's facade was well practiced, for though she was a tomboy at heart, playing the part of a lady was not difficult in the slight. Her shoulders were rolled back, chin was tilted upward and her lashes fell to half mast, forcing him to seek her gaze. Her skin smelled of flowers and so did those golden tresses that were neatly tucked away past her elongated ears. Her flesh was aglow under the light of the chandelier and kissed delicately by the amber caress that came from the flames ahead. Sanguine-lips were wet, immediately catching his attention when a smile surfaced 'pon them.
"Simply lovely, m'lady, a breath-taking vision of beauty." The words rolled from his lips in baritone that was near throaty. From behind him, a hand extended forward to reach for her own whilst the other gave his knights a dismissive wave. The doors of the parlor closed behind them, but she noticed something amiss in the shadows, where the flames' light did not reach. There were others here, still watching and she felt trapped. Under his scrutinizing gaze, she didn't flinch. Rivienne remained calmed under his watchful eye and gave little away about her concerns. Her hand met his and she waited to see the manner of man he was from the way he gripped her. Greedily, gloved fingers enveloped her own entirely until they graced her wrists. With a persuasive tug, he begins to lead her closer to him now. This evening was going to be a power play, already she sensed this. So, let the games begin.
"And a good eve to you, Ser Carvallain, for it seems you have heard of me, yet I know absolutely nothing about thine name nor has Lord Haurchefant spoken of you." Soft words flow like a tranquil riverbed, undisturbed by how he seemed to lead her to the parlor's couch. This dinner was a farce, of course, but she had hoped to at-least wet her palette. Ah, but just as she thought such, a small side table had a few delicacies that drew the eye, the closer they got. Thanks to the quick thinking of the maid, Anabelle, Rivienne had comfortable shoes for this evening, making it easy to keep up with his quickened steps. The marble underneath her was lustrous and the heels of her shoes caused a sound to resonate off the very walls.
"Oh?" Inquisitively, he looked to her and the smile was ever-growing still. He appeared almost pleased with her response.
"Are you of importance that I must know? I do not spend my evenings here learning of the High Houses nor their patrons, I have no interest in the like. Thus, I implore you, please, spare me a lengthy tale and speak the reason why you desired to see me so."
"Ah, a woman after my own heart, straight to business. Was not my interest in simply seeing such a beauty enough? Of course, that was merely a bonus, my dear. Come, let us sit and discuss a few things. I promise, your time shan't be wasted." whilst words are shared, he maneuvers them around the lush couch, where he releases her hand and, just as she is about to sit, he shakes his head.
"Your coat," he begins to reach for her shoulders, but Rivienne's quick grasp of his wrist puts a stop to his motion. Her touch, once gentle, now came with a warning.
No words were spared, but she wished not to give any hint towards animosity especially knowing that there were figures still hidden in shadows around them both. Fingers curled around the fur that lined the heavy coat and began to pull it free from her body. His eyes feast upon the flesh and velvet that adorned in it. A satisfying smile, and lit features, were not ignored by her. Though she found no pleasure in this, Rivienne had to keep her act convincing enough.
When the coat was finally folded in her arms, he quickly reached to take a hold of it and discard it over a regal armchair adjacent to the table of indulgences. Muscular legs were hidden, all except for the one that peered out past the slit when she finally sits down at the center of this wide couch. Like Anabelle, he looked over the scarred flesh with interest and found it appealing; such delight was written across his pallid countenance.
"I heard of your exploits, from the time you spent here last, a few moons ago if I am correct. Quick to think on your feet, valuable asset and quite skilled with a bow from what I gathered. My knights have seen you in action and I was looking forward to meeting you then, but alas, such was not to happen --"
"I rather not boast about any sort of victories and accomplishments," Rivienne interrupted whilst she watched him settle alongside her, closer than she anticipated he would be. With him ever so near, she felt not only the fire's warmth, but that which radiated from his frame.
"You don't need to, I know of most of them. That is why I asked for you to come and help me with this.. dilemma." There is a slight tilt of his head while his eyes are set downcast, taking in the way her hands fold at her knees, the curvature of her hips, the posture she had.
"And what problem do you seem to have that only I can help you with, with these knights under your command, there is little use for me." Rivienne leaned close with a coquettish smile, tempting him, distracting him. Information was easier to get when she used honey, much to her chagrin.
It was then that he took the bait and trailed the back of his gloved digits against her jawline, brushing the outer shell of her ear. His hand withdraws, only to allow a few fingers to dip underneath her chin, tilting her head up so their eyes would not stray far. His breath was warm as it washed over her lips and spreads against her cheek when he leans to her ear.
"A tracker for the Adder should find this task simple, no, it should inspire the need to succeed, especially when it holds connection to matters that are quite personal to her," His free hand danced along her exposed leg, slipping past the divorced fabric of her dress, which offered her some form of decency until now.
It took everything not to rip his hand free from her, but she was finally getting to the heart of the matter. As fingers dared to venture further, his lips continued to loosen and she waited for the right moment to put an end to this. But, to her surprise, the words she heard were not what she expected.
"You are seeking answers to a puzzle that has not yet been solved. I am probably the only one that can help you with that, little songbird."
That was perhaps the description that came to mind when his teal eyes trailed over the figure that now stood at his threshold. Though she concealed herself in such a heavy coat, his mind bloomed with images of how that dress might appear underneath such cumbersome layers. She arrived, left with little choice of course, at his small estate near Camp Dragonhead. The escort were knights, men that had little words to share with her about where they were heading or what purpose this man had with her. Surely, there was more involved than his interest.
There was warmth here, a welcomed treat considering the harsh conditions outside these walls. A fireplace roared with flames that flickered and danced erratically, adding a glow in the meeting room, where she was welcomed by the man dressed in a dark, cerulean coat with a tail included, suitable for a man of higher prestige. Everything on his person was impeccable, and from the look of the decor within, he expected less than perfect. Dark hair was neatly combed away from his pale visage, revealing a set of piercing eyes, silver hued, like the moon-beams she had come to love when night fell across the skies. Though this Elezen was handsome, that serpentine smile peeled away any beauty he may have held; behind his smoldering gaze, she could see his ill intent --clear as day. This did not deter from putting on an act, for she remembered the tidbit of advice given to her by his maid.
"Watch his smile. Then match his with your own."
Rivienne's facade was well practiced, for though she was a tomboy at heart, playing the part of a lady was not difficult in the slight. Her shoulders were rolled back, chin was tilted upward and her lashes fell to half mast, forcing him to seek her gaze. Her skin smelled of flowers and so did those golden tresses that were neatly tucked away past her elongated ears. Her flesh was aglow under the light of the chandelier and kissed delicately by the amber caress that came from the flames ahead. Sanguine-lips were wet, immediately catching his attention when a smile surfaced 'pon them.
"Simply lovely, m'lady, a breath-taking vision of beauty." The words rolled from his lips in baritone that was near throaty. From behind him, a hand extended forward to reach for her own whilst the other gave his knights a dismissive wave. The doors of the parlor closed behind them, but she noticed something amiss in the shadows, where the flames' light did not reach. There were others here, still watching and she felt trapped. Under his scrutinizing gaze, she didn't flinch. Rivienne remained calmed under his watchful eye and gave little away about her concerns. Her hand met his and she waited to see the manner of man he was from the way he gripped her. Greedily, gloved fingers enveloped her own entirely until they graced her wrists. With a persuasive tug, he begins to lead her closer to him now. This evening was going to be a power play, already she sensed this. So, let the games begin.
"And a good eve to you, Ser Carvallain, for it seems you have heard of me, yet I know absolutely nothing about thine name nor has Lord Haurchefant spoken of you." Soft words flow like a tranquil riverbed, undisturbed by how he seemed to lead her to the parlor's couch. This dinner was a farce, of course, but she had hoped to at-least wet her palette. Ah, but just as she thought such, a small side table had a few delicacies that drew the eye, the closer they got. Thanks to the quick thinking of the maid, Anabelle, Rivienne had comfortable shoes for this evening, making it easy to keep up with his quickened steps. The marble underneath her was lustrous and the heels of her shoes caused a sound to resonate off the very walls.
"Oh?" Inquisitively, he looked to her and the smile was ever-growing still. He appeared almost pleased with her response.
"Are you of importance that I must know? I do not spend my evenings here learning of the High Houses nor their patrons, I have no interest in the like. Thus, I implore you, please, spare me a lengthy tale and speak the reason why you desired to see me so."
"Ah, a woman after my own heart, straight to business. Was not my interest in simply seeing such a beauty enough? Of course, that was merely a bonus, my dear. Come, let us sit and discuss a few things. I promise, your time shan't be wasted." whilst words are shared, he maneuvers them around the lush couch, where he releases her hand and, just as she is about to sit, he shakes his head.
"Your coat," he begins to reach for her shoulders, but Rivienne's quick grasp of his wrist puts a stop to his motion. Her touch, once gentle, now came with a warning.
No words were spared, but she wished not to give any hint towards animosity especially knowing that there were figures still hidden in shadows around them both. Fingers curled around the fur that lined the heavy coat and began to pull it free from her body. His eyes feast upon the flesh and velvet that adorned in it. A satisfying smile, and lit features, were not ignored by her. Though she found no pleasure in this, Rivienne had to keep her act convincing enough.
When the coat was finally folded in her arms, he quickly reached to take a hold of it and discard it over a regal armchair adjacent to the table of indulgences. Muscular legs were hidden, all except for the one that peered out past the slit when she finally sits down at the center of this wide couch. Like Anabelle, he looked over the scarred flesh with interest and found it appealing; such delight was written across his pallid countenance.
"I heard of your exploits, from the time you spent here last, a few moons ago if I am correct. Quick to think on your feet, valuable asset and quite skilled with a bow from what I gathered. My knights have seen you in action and I was looking forward to meeting you then, but alas, such was not to happen --"
"I rather not boast about any sort of victories and accomplishments," Rivienne interrupted whilst she watched him settle alongside her, closer than she anticipated he would be. With him ever so near, she felt not only the fire's warmth, but that which radiated from his frame.
"You don't need to, I know of most of them. That is why I asked for you to come and help me with this.. dilemma." There is a slight tilt of his head while his eyes are set downcast, taking in the way her hands fold at her knees, the curvature of her hips, the posture she had.
"And what problem do you seem to have that only I can help you with, with these knights under your command, there is little use for me." Rivienne leaned close with a coquettish smile, tempting him, distracting him. Information was easier to get when she used honey, much to her chagrin.
It was then that he took the bait and trailed the back of his gloved digits against her jawline, brushing the outer shell of her ear. His hand withdraws, only to allow a few fingers to dip underneath her chin, tilting her head up so their eyes would not stray far. His breath was warm as it washed over her lips and spreads against her cheek when he leans to her ear.
"A tracker for the Adder should find this task simple, no, it should inspire the need to succeed, especially when it holds connection to matters that are quite personal to her," His free hand danced along her exposed leg, slipping past the divorced fabric of her dress, which offered her some form of decency until now.
It took everything not to rip his hand free from her, but she was finally getting to the heart of the matter. As fingers dared to venture further, his lips continued to loosen and she waited for the right moment to put an end to this. But, to her surprise, the words she heard were not what she expected.
"You are seeking answers to a puzzle that has not yet been solved. I am probably the only one that can help you with that, little songbird."
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