Post by Cecille de Val Royeaux on Nov 12, 2012 22:49:08 GMT -5
"I'll play nice as long as I can. I can only be so patient, monsieur. I'll keep my calm so long as he keeps his. I want Gespard gone just as well.." She mumbled softly, glazing her finger below her lips in an effort to make sure her finely placed lipstick was still in flawless shape. "The worst that could happen, hm?" She smiled at him knowingly. There was plenty Nathaniel could have planned for her. The Orlesian nobility weren't barbaric. They did not always bluntly take lives. The cruelest enjoyed toying with the unfortunate soul they were slicing. Nathaniel could even use David as a weapon to destroy her. Their attraction could produce a scandal. A scandal was just as useful as a dagger. Cecille had dodged scandals before. One woman had tried to spread word of Cecille's "promiscuity". Luckily - for her that is - the woman was killed by another participant of the game before she could spread the word too far. The people the woman had told thought that Cecille was the one to execute the woman, and they shut up promptly. Nathaniel could come up with plenty of colorful endings for her.
Cecille frowned as his smile vanished. She hadn't intended to hurt him. Grabbing his hand as he offered it, she rubbed the top of it gently with the soft pads of her thumbs. Her smile came back reassuringly. Her last intention was to upset him. In their short time together, Cecille could already feel a fantastic chemistry with the man. David was not like other men that had expressed some sort of interest in her. First of all, he was much less well off financially, and second off, he seemed to enjoy more about her than her physical shell. Nobles were generally stingy that way. They cared little about ones mind. The looks and charms to further someones social standing was all that many men had sought in Cecille.
"Of course. You may wait down here, or take a look around if you'd like. I'll be in my room to change, of course. If you need me, it's up the right set of stairs, down the hall, take a right, and it's the last door on the left. I'll do my best not to leave you waiting." Cecille winked, letting go of his hand and traveling to her room. She opened one of her dressers, examining the contents carefully. Fingering each outfit, each only caused her to frown. She needed to fit in with 'the other half' and these outfits weren't exactly going to worked. She had a few dressers, filled with clothing and various colors. Red, periwinkle, magenta, chartreuse. Cecille probably had a dress for it.
After examining a few outfits, she finally settled on one. It was a cream colored shirt with long sleeves. The bottom of the shirt laced into intricate designs mimicking snowflakes. The sleeves puffed out until they passed the elbows, where they were laced tight to the arm. The back of the shirt tied itself together, with a small portion of the top of her back remained revealed. She wore a long, lacy black skirt that laced up to her mid back and was rather plain, flowing loosely off her body. With a pair of complimenting black heels that tied up to her knees, Cecille examined herself in the mirror. Of course the lovely lady still looked high class, but she had certainly downgraded considerably. Her appearance was much more earthly and calmed, compared the the flashy purple.
She adjusted her braid, before climbing back downstairs to the central area to reunite with David.
Cecille frowned as his smile vanished. She hadn't intended to hurt him. Grabbing his hand as he offered it, she rubbed the top of it gently with the soft pads of her thumbs. Her smile came back reassuringly. Her last intention was to upset him. In their short time together, Cecille could already feel a fantastic chemistry with the man. David was not like other men that had expressed some sort of interest in her. First of all, he was much less well off financially, and second off, he seemed to enjoy more about her than her physical shell. Nobles were generally stingy that way. They cared little about ones mind. The looks and charms to further someones social standing was all that many men had sought in Cecille.
"Of course. You may wait down here, or take a look around if you'd like. I'll be in my room to change, of course. If you need me, it's up the right set of stairs, down the hall, take a right, and it's the last door on the left. I'll do my best not to leave you waiting." Cecille winked, letting go of his hand and traveling to her room. She opened one of her dressers, examining the contents carefully. Fingering each outfit, each only caused her to frown. She needed to fit in with 'the other half' and these outfits weren't exactly going to worked. She had a few dressers, filled with clothing and various colors. Red, periwinkle, magenta, chartreuse. Cecille probably had a dress for it.
After examining a few outfits, she finally settled on one. It was a cream colored shirt with long sleeves. The bottom of the shirt laced into intricate designs mimicking snowflakes. The sleeves puffed out until they passed the elbows, where they were laced tight to the arm. The back of the shirt tied itself together, with a small portion of the top of her back remained revealed. She wore a long, lacy black skirt that laced up to her mid back and was rather plain, flowing loosely off her body. With a pair of complimenting black heels that tied up to her knees, Cecille examined herself in the mirror. Of course the lovely lady still looked high class, but she had certainly downgraded considerably. Her appearance was much more earthly and calmed, compared the the flashy purple.
She adjusted her braid, before climbing back downstairs to the central area to reunite with David.
