An Odyssey Story.
Revenge is primal.
Dystopian. Futuristic. The fight for survival.
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Victoria stood next to her father, George, in the docking station of their penthouse. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her fingers a little cold from the chill in the late-night air.
She stifled a yawn, watching the sleek grey ship approaching to land in the port.
She wondered about the young man about to step out and what he would be like, a fleeting curiosity, replaced promptly with her familiar indifference to the immediate world around her.
It did not matter who he was, not entirely.
As always, Victoria donned a black dress, cinched at her small waist, the skirt flowing long and sweeping down to her feet, her dark blue hair was held back in a loose braid that fell long and thick down her back, and she unclasped her hands briefly to brush away the wisps of hair that had slipped free to frame her face.
Her father stood next to her, as always strong and steadfast and quiet, also watching the ship make its elegant landing.
When it stopped, father and daughter watched the young man from Larsen, in Aveline, walk down the stairs and step out of the vessel and straighten his clothes, creased and disheveled from his very long journey.
George Bell-Rose looked on sternly, while Victoria hid her smile as the young man tried to retrieve his own bags from the luggage hold and began to protest insistently as one of their servants attempted to wrest the bags from his arms, their guest relinquishing his belongs only when he noticed his new hosts watching him.
Victoria heard her father sigh with disapproval and say under his breath, "For goodness sakes, what an idiot."
She pursed her lips to stop from laughing.
"I apologize for making a scene, Sir," Said Cameron as he walked towards them, "I'm used to doing things myself."
George Bell-Rose regarded him coldly, "Indeed. Welcome to our home, Mr. Alexander."
They shook hands stiffly.
Victoria leaned forward with a slight smile, her hand extended to take his, "I'm Victoria."
Cameron smiled at her, his breath catching slightly at her beautiful face, at her laughing eyes. He had never seen eyes so blue. She was absolutely sublime.
When the introductions were made and with her mother at an event for the night, Victoria assumed her mother's role as hostess to show their guest around their large home.
Cameron followed Victoria in silent awe, amazed at the size and opulence of the Bell-Rose penthouse.
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He witnessed and felt the grand stunning beauty of someone else's life's work and their achievements and was utterly amazed by it.
The calm and quiet around him did not seem like an empty coldness, but rather like an elegant resting stillness.
