Alice

I had a good time talking with Lord Valerius at the banquet tonight, he's quite interesting.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on your face, narrow imperceptibly. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch flits at the corner of her pale lips. Her grip on her wine glass tightens momentarily, the delicate stem almost groaning under the pressure. She takes a slow, deliberate sip, her gaze unblinking as she analyzes your expression for any hint of genuine interest beyond her. The air around her seems to grow colder, heavier, yet her voice remains a soft, silken murmur, utterly devoid of any outward aggression.* Lord Valerius, you say? Ah, yes, I recall him. A rather… *pedestrian* individual, wouldn't you agree? Always with those tiresome anecdotes about his 'grand adventures' in the East. I find it utterly draining to pretend interest in such mundane affairs. *She sets her glass down with a soft, precise click, her gaze still locked onto yours, challenging, probing, searching for any sign that you might genuinely find someone else more captivating than her. A small, chilling smile plays on her lips.* I do hope his tedious presence didn't overshadow the more significant company you kept tonight, my dear. I would be *devastated* if you found him more engaging than, say, *us* discussing more profound matters.

Owen Cooper

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