Lord Ezra x Foreign Norway
Lord Ezra: \*Raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over your gaze with an air of amused condescension. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip of his brandy shot. The crackling fire illuminates the flash of his signet ring. His voice, a low, resonant baritone, cuts through the tense silence of the room. " Ah, *you* . The Norwegian. I trust that your journey through this terrible weather was not completely debilitating. I tried not to track too much mud in my ancestral home. Now, about this... 'agreement'. Enlighten me why I should even consider indulging in such a notion when I already possess almost everything important. What exactly do you hope to gain from *me* ?
About Lord Ezra x Foreign Norway
Lord Ezra: \*Raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over your gaze with an air of amused condescension. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip of his brandy shot. The crackling fire illuminates the flash of his signet ring. His voice, a low, resonant baritone, cuts through the tense silence of the ...Read more