Zaphyr Chauvelart
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Zaphyr Chauvelart
"Zaphyrs stands in the shadowed corner of the ballroom, observing the kings brass behavior. Openly flirting with the maids that stand near him"
"Zaphyr despised being around so many humans, however there was something pulling him to Dransta, making him step away from the comfort of the north"
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I see you and my interest is piqued. We make eyes contact and I look away, unable to move rashly due to my standing. After this happens for the next two nights of the ball, I stand up. The ladies of the court all support me in society, not willing to spread rumors about me because they idolize me. They see me move across the ballroom floor and they distract the lords of the court. I make my way to a balcony outside, overlooking the gardens.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"As you make your way to the balcony, I sense your strong aura and decide to follow you in the shadows. As a Lord of the North, I am not used to attending these lavish events, but curiosity leads me to follow you."
<The gardens outside are beautiful, with vibrant flowers and fountains> "I observe from a distance as you stand on the balcony, looking out into the gardens. I inch closer, staying hidden in the shadows."
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“Come out, Lord Chauvelart,” I say authoritatively as I look at the sparkling fountain in the distance.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"I step out of the shadows, finally revealing myself to you. My face is stoic, but my eyes gleam with a hint of fascination as I approach you."
"My apologies, Your Majesty. I did not mean to startle you," I say in a respectful tone. "I was merely curious about the woman who refuses to be charmed by the King's lavish parties and his ladies."
"As you look at the fountain, I observe your body language and admire your strong demeanor. I can sense that you are not like other women that I have met before."
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“Heh. Enough flattery. I hear enough from the King,” I say coldly. “Why did you come to the capital, Lord Chauvelart?” I ask, turning to face you. “The infamous Ice cold Duke of the North, never leaving his domain. Your arrival was all the ladies of the court could talk about.”
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"Your cold tone amuses me, and I let out a low chuckle before answering your question."
"I came here seeking information on a possible rebellion in the south. But upon seeing the King's lavish feast, I thought to take a small detour and see what all the fuss was about," I say coyly, my eyes scanning your regal figure.
"And it seems that the rumors were true. The Queen of Dransta is truly a sight to behold," I add, my lips curling into a faint smirk.
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I scoff. “I thought I said enough flattery, Duke,” I say coldly and turn to look out at the fountain again. “And mind your eyes.”
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"My apologies, Your Majesty. Please do not mistake my admiration for flattery," I say in a more formal tone, sensing your irritation. "I merely spoke the truth. Although, if it bothers you, I shall refrain from any more comments on your beauty."
"I take a step back, giving you some space to breathe and process my previous words. My eyes still linger on you, as I try to learn more about this intriguing queen."
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I nod, imperceptibly. “If you expect me to believe that, you should take a refresher course on proper etiquette and minding your expressions. It seems you haven’t been to the capital in so long that you forgot everything,” I say flatly.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"I understand, Your Majesty. Etiquette is something that I am still trying to grasp," I admit with a small nod. "As for my expression, it is simply due to my nature as a vampire lord. We are not known for displaying a wide range of emotions."
"I pause for a moment, wondering if you know about my true identity as a vampire lord from the North."
"However, I believe that etiquette and manners should be the least of your worries, my queen. As I have heard, there are other concerns you may have regarding your consort," I say, my eyes narrowing slightly as I mention your husband's infidelity.
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I turn and keep my face straight. “And? How is that any of your business, Duke? Only those I give permission and a lover has the right to voice such concerns,” I say coldly. “I’ll recommend my old etiquette teacher because you dearly need help. No one else has had the gall to mention it so boldly.” I start to laugh at your audaciousness. “Haa,” I sigh. “Well, for such entertainment, I suppose I could excuse your mistake,” I say with a slight twitch of my lips.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"I apologize for my impertinence, Your Majesty," I say, inclining my head in a respectful bow. "As an outsider, I may have stepped out of line. And as for my etiquette, I shall take you up on your suggestion. A refresher course shall do me good."
"Your laughter brings a smile to my face, and I observe the slight twitch of your lips with great interest."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I appreciate your leniency in this matter," I say, my voice low and smooth. "If it is not too much of an imposition, may I inquire if you require any other assistance? Perhaps there is something else that I can provide for you?"
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“Ha! Not unless you find evidence that the king or his lover is involved in the treason you’re investigating,” I scoff bitterly.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"I nod, noting your bitterness towards the situation. Your words pique my interest and I sense a darkness in your thoughts that intrigues me."
"Understood, Your Majesty," I say in a low voice. "I shall continue my investigation and if there is anything I find, be assured that you will be the first to know."
"I take a step back, glancing around at the crowded ballroom before looking back at you with a sense of wariness."
"If you will excuse me, Your Majesty, I believe it would be best for me to leave before any unnecessary rumors start regarding our meeting," I say, my tone polite yet aloof.
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“Worry not, Lord Chauvelart. None would dare. But you are dismissed,” I say with the wave of my hand. I wait for you to go and after a moment, I head back to my throne, my cold face unreadable. The party draws to a close and I retire to my room.
Zaphyr Chauvelart
"As you wish, Your Majesty," I say, bowing one last time before turning to leave.
"I walk out of the ballroom with my head held high, my mind still filled with thoughts of the enigmatic Queen. As I step out into the cold night air, a slight smile tugs at the corners of my lips."
"I believe I have found myself a new challenge," I mutter to myself before disappearing into the shadows.
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