Have you ever wondered what's it like to be in someone's shoes? Last I checked there is a tower over the yonder, housing a grand archive.
Would you live as someone's shoes for a time as a distraction?
I heard rumors of the place being infested with...
TW: implications of r_p_ , _b_s_, Degrading ect.; "Dead dove do not eat, unless wanted"
Requested by Bella (quotev)
"You say you are not special, yet to me. You are and always be special as the lovely little dove at my side"- The Saint King
It's normal to have a festival once in a while. Your father, Lord Albein has gotten a notice from the letter earlier this mid way of autumn. He couldn't decline a mandatory festivity, yet he couldn't leave his only child alone. Kintis Navarre, who quote on quote will serve from the shadows and keep an eye on you. So far you haven't seen him, at least not while you're in the pavilion. You just wanted to get away from people, it just feels tiresome for you to be with them. Thankfully the outdoor festival has the place for people like you, standing near the pond that reflect the beautiful night sky, surrounded by nature. The moon is whole and gracefully radiant. It's enchanting. With the silence broken once you noticed someone at the distance.
Should you to approach them, but you figured that it will make things awkward that some minor daughter of a nouveau riche walk just straight up strike a conversation. Not you have anyone to talk to, even if you do found Navarre you doubt you could engage a proper conversation with him. Opening up your fan, and lightly fanned yourself. Thinking of it right now, not many would approached you and your family with a background like yours. Conquered, and colonized by the very same people who invited your family to the festivities.
You stuck out like a sore thumb by the ladies who wore the standard ballroom dresses While the only clothes you wore are one made by the workers in your land. Looking at the hem of the dress' skirt. embroidered with laces and intricate design, the night isn't so cold to you due to your shawl. You felt like a peasant compared to them with their classy and elegant designed dresses.
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"Young lady, you are not suppose to be here." Someone with thick, eloquent accent said. You hovered your fan over half of your face so he could only see your eyes.
"Pardon me, I only came here to have time to myself." You replied swiftly, in hopes that they'll be pricked by your thorny words.
"There is no need for hostilities, young lady." It is a gesture for you to introduce yourself. You face him, your fan still covering half of your face.
"My Lord, there is no need for you to be troubled by a lowly noble such as myself."
The blond haired man bowed, "What do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me in a place like this?" You did not do the courtesy of giving him an actual bow, only a nod and no intention of learning their name.
"No one could resist visiting someone who has not returned to dance the night away." He replied. You wanted to raised an eyebrow at him, but you'd rather live to see your father's smile than him crying over the fact he had lost another child because of her foolishness.
