Slum Royalty: Moon Murri

Chapter 5 - Am I that Obvious?

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Chapter 5

                Moon, like any person also needed friends, with a dislike of the upper class and upper class statues she was out of place between lower and the upper class. With the upper class she couldn’t change her statues or her name but with the slums she could be whoever she liked. So, in the slums she had created an alternate ego named Poppy. Using her middle name was easier and a name she responded to. Of course her friends knew that Moon wasn’t quite what she tried to make herself seem. Sometimes she let her natural well polished accent slip, after all like everyone she was still prone to slipping but like every occupier in the slums you didn’t ask of anyone’s business, if someone wanted it to be told then they would.

                After spending her day with her slum friends till the sun had set she knew she had already over spent her stay. The dinner with the Duke was ascending closer and she had already stayed an hour longer then she was meant to. She wasn’t weary of her father, he wouldn’t notice or would keep the Duke entertained enough not to notice her absents for a while. Lisa on the other hand was one of the sweetest women when you were on her good side but she had the temper of a mule. Sometimes Moon would suddenly find her maid turn in a second over something petty and small. This however was a big deal and something that was a certain blow out.

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                Victor Lend was no doubt one of the most eligible and handsomest men in Alvis. His warm amber eyes, his planes and angles of his jaws and the straw-coloured hair always tied neatly in a ponytail. He always wore the most respectable outfits, even rumoured in his own home in case a visitor came by. One look in his eyes and most women were lost. Of course this all seemed shallow but his looks always reflected his personality. He in himself was not perfect he made mistakes, ones that cost him but always over came any problem.

                That night he was dressed in the fashion of the country Formido. It was similar to the style of men in Alvis with the few changes such as a shorter cloak only reaching his waist and the ruffles were gone from the sleeves. He sat in the drawing room of Roger Murri, his boss and personal idol. Thankfully Roger was not a man to mix work with social meetings much. The room was well lit with oil lamps and the blazing fire place as the grand piece. He smiled to himself sipping the Drainsworth, it wasn’t quite his taste in beverages, it was rather sour but if you were offered the drink then you took it. It was far too valuable not to drink the substance if offered.

                Victor was both excited and anxious at the prospect of meeting Moon after all these years. To increase his anxiety she was late which only made him more impatient to see her again. The last time they had last met was not on good terms, then it had been a nightmare what he had witnessed. Now he understood but did she. She held grudges for lifetimes, she was stubborn but still Victor admired her courage and he knew if she was anymore the person that he was then, then he still would admire her. She had proved many times the equality in strength and skill between men and women.