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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 12, 2020 18:31:05 GMT
"If that is your preference, certainly. Though I'm surprised, you seem like you could use something more cheery."
She took a sip of wine then sang a few notes to warm up her voice.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 19:02:48 GMT
Robert licked his top row of teeth while barely opening his mouth as he watched her warm up. “I heard you sing a haunting ballad once. Something about you makes danger and tragedy a perfect fit for your voice.” He looked at the draconic hilt of her sword. “After this song I was hoping you May wish to continue this...conversation at my manor? Perhaps with a late night meal?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 12, 2020 19:44:01 GMT
"I might be persuaded," she agreed. "I'll bet you have an excellent chef."
She finished her warm up and began singing a tragic tale of two lovers, divided by an ancient bloodfeud, and of poisoned wine.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 19:55:03 GMT
When she finished Robert clapped. “Excellent, makes a man want to weep,” he said. “Now however can I repay this kindness? I have a social I am hosting in a few days and I would love you have you attend with me. I know the finest dressmakers in the city,” he assured her.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 12, 2020 20:04:08 GMT
"I'd be honoured," she said, deciding to keep him sweet for now. "Will it be a large gathering?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 20:07:19 GMT
“A few dozen people,” he said as though that were common. “Thirty at the most but I’m sure anyone who hears your voice will bankrupt themselves bidding for your voice.” He stood up. “So, dinner? I am thinking oysters on the half shell and a risotto with cheese.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 12, 2020 22:04:49 GMT
"Perfect. I adore risotto." She downed the rest of her brandy and stood. "Are you feeling better, now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 22:19:16 GMT
“Like a newly minted coin,” he confirmed as he offered an arm. “I feel I must the luckiest man alive right now.” He called for his guards to escort them to his manor.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 12, 2020 23:01:16 GMT
She laughed and took his arm. "If that risotto's as good as I'm imagining it, I might well be the luckiest woman," she said. "Although, are you quite certain there's nobody who will want to scratch my eyes out for sheer envy? I'd so hate to be 'the other woman.'"
She kept her tone mild and teasing as she spoke.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2020 23:09:12 GMT
Robert laughed. “Oh, my wife?” He asked. “She’s more likely to proposition you than slap you. We got married so I had political allies and she could sleep with women all she wanted. Ask her yourself when we’re home.” He seemed legitimately amused. The two guards smartly escort them as they exit the building. “Do you live in Bastion or is this more a temporary roost? I always figured you had some vineyard in Vittoria or the like.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 13, 2020 9:58:40 GMT
"Bastion is my home, for now. I don't have the time to dedicate to a vineyard, or anything like that. Besides, I like to drink wine, but I've no interest in making it. Are you thinking of buying a vineyard, then?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2020 16:06:26 GMT
They came up to the big house shortly; the walk wasn’t far. “No,” he said, “might want to retire to one one day, look over the sea and let my son take over the business. Typical dream of success for a man,” he chuckled. The house looked more impressive the closer she got; the statues at the entrance were well crafted and the flowers in the courtyard garden are nightroses that take a great deal of care to avoid dying in areas that get much sunlight. Their violet blooms are faintly luminescent.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 13, 2020 17:34:39 GMT
She exclaimed over the beauty of the house. "I hope you will let me walk in the garden. You have a son, then? I thought, since you said your wife prefers to share her bed with other women..." She laughed. "Oh, I am being dreadfully naive, aren't I?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2020 17:41:50 GMT
Robert shrugged. “I’m sure you know how it works,” he said. “Michel is my son, his mother was a girl of no particular means. I barely remember her,” he admitted. “But it’s been eight years.” A woman walked by and looked Silvia up and down then nodded to Robert I’m evident approval. “Lisa this is Silvia the Skylark,” he introduced. “Skylark,” he kissed the beautiful girl’s hand, “my wife Lisa.” The woman winked at her then headed to go get some wine. The chef came from downstairs and Robert ordered the seafood and risotto. “Anything else for you my dear?” He asked Silvia.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 13, 2020 17:54:12 GMT
"Nothing, thank you." Her mind raced as she considered the problem of Michel. "Your son lives with you here, then? And your wife is as a mother to him? He is a lucky boy to be heir to such a wonderful house as this, and your business too."
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