Inouv 34, 228: Trying Expectations

Trying Expectations
Summary: Princess Roslin visits Crown Prince Elisen Stewert, getting to know him a bit.
OOC Date: 23/Dec/2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Roslin Elisen 
Laniveer Suite
This spacious sitting room is simply but stylishly decorated. Finely woven patterned rugs cover most of the marble floors and compliment two white leather sofas arranged to face each other near the center of the room. The wall to your left as you enter contains an oak door on the near portion and a spacious hearth on the far portion, where two additional sitting chairs and a small table rest. To your right as you enter is a mahogany door next to an extensive bookshelf which hosts a collection rich with both art and science titles. Tapestries of places throughout the continent adorn the walls on both sides. Directly in front of you, the far wall is covered with lush foliage, hanging and potted plants collected from exotic locales. The room is kept lit by small brass and crystal chandeliers.
Inouv 34, 228

Elisen is sitting on the couch. He has a thick book in his lap, which he is reading. He's dressed slightly relaxed today, not intending to venture into the enemy castle, and certainly not expecting visitors. He wears a pair of dark pants and his shirt is a white, puffy sort of baggy shirt left unbuttoned about halfway, revealing the top of the divot that lies between his pecs. He quietly turns the page, reading.

A guard at the door makes his way in to announce Her Royal Highness, Princess Roslin Kilgour. If the guard is told to bring the girl in, he will - she is shown in with two Kilgour guards and a maid. The guards remain by the door - the maid remains close but somehow out of sight as good maids can do.

The redheaded Princess wears her hair in a crown of braids today, with a gold tiarra settled there to match the gold eight-pointed star around her throat. Her dress is of the finest quality, with a high neck in the back, a modest v in the front. It is made of a heavy hunter green velvet and pressed and embroidered with a pattern of golden leaves and vines. It fits her form to her hips, and then falls away in a delicate trumpet. Her sleeves and long and dagged, just showing her fingers unless she has her hands folded in front of her as she does now. "My Lord," Roslin says, lowering herself into a respectful nod - respectful, at least, for a Lord. She lifts her head and gazes over the man, right to his face. "Forgive me, sir. I had expected to find your sister. I intended to ask her to dine with me. You are, I assume, Lord Elisen, her brother?"

Elisen looks up, and immediately rises. He, too, greets her with a bow. "Your Majesty," he offers her, kindly, as he stands once again. "I'm sorry, my sister is not here at the moment." He steps over to her, swallowing and then offering her a goofy little grin. "I am indeed, Elisen Stewert." He offers a little shrug, "I hope you're expectations aren't completely disappointed." Grin.

"It is far too soon to tell, My Lord," Roslin says, smiling a little at the man. Just a little. She's looking up at him as he steps a bit closer, but otherwise remains entirely poised and graceful. "We've only just met. I shall have to make that determination once we have talked a little, at least. If you are not busy, I should say." The girl lets out a small sigh of a chuckle. "Forgive me, it is terribly rude and presumptuous to walk in here as I have and demand your time. I only meant that, at your convenience, I had menat to have supper with you and your sister, and thought that, there at least, I might be able to form a better opinion of you than I am with just a glance."

Elisen smiles widely, "Your Majesty," he says, amused, "I am but a simple Lord here, as I have been relentlessly reminded. If you would ask of my time, then I am completely obliged to give all of myself to that endeavor." He gestures to the couch, "If you'd be interested, I can offer you a seat and some wine or tea?"

It may be surprising, but Roslin does not move to take the seat. "Thank you, My Lord," she says, politely. "But I shall decline if the time is inconvenient. As I have said to your sister, I am not sent nor tasked to pay my visits. I do so because I am keenly interested in making sure that everything is to your tastes and liking while you are staying in my home. While you are here, these rooms are yours - I come only at your leisure or desire. You are never obliged to see me, and if you feel nothing but obligation, I would be quite happy to leave you content in your solitude, if such is your wish." The smile does not faulter from her face.

Elisen tilts his head a bit. "Please. Sit." He smiles widely, and laughs, "I can't leave the castle. We're limited to a handful of rooms." With a shrug, he admits, "My leisure is bored out of my skull, Your Majesty. If you're keenly interested in me, then bay all means, occupy my solitude. Please." He gestures once more to the couch.

At that, Roslin tilts her head in the affirmative. "His Lordship is too kind," she says easily, moving to sit as he has suggested. "My understanding is that the limitations of your boundries is for your safety, My Lord. As I understand it, you are your father's only son. Many might see some accident befalling you as a step to ending our conflict. These limitations are in place to assure you that nothing like that shall happen. We only wish to protect you and your sister, as is befitting the honor of your presence.

Elisen smiles, "If that excuse helps you all sleep at night, then by all means, tell yourself that." He sits across from her on the chair. "It's difficult for me to believe that there's concern from your King based on my familial station when he has personally made it treasonous to even acknowledge me as such." He sighs, and then shakes his head sadly. "I'm sorry. I…" He licks his lips, looks away a moment, then returns his gaze to her. "This is all quite frustrating, and I apologize. I know none of this situation is your doing."

Roslin does not flinch when the man airs his grievences. She watches him, giving him her full attention, not even smoothing out her skirts. Just sitting, straight backed with her hands on her lap, listening. "Perhaps we are simply concerned that you may be spies or assasains," She says, without missing much of a beat. Her smile widens ever so slightly. "Although I have been impressed greatly with your sister, enough that I do not believe her capable of the slyness and evil that goes with either. No, she is a true Lady, one that any court might be glad to have. No matter what else her own father may or may not done, it is no more her doing than it is mine. And even if she did not deserve protection by right of her blood, which she does as a noble Lady, she certainly has the spirit of a proper courtly presence." She tilts her head a bit to the side, looking a bit mischevious. "I still have not made any determination on you, My Lord."

Elisen laughs and nods, "I fear I won't fair as well as she." He leans back in the chair. "I'm not a spy or assassin. I'm more a scholar than fighter. Give me a book over a sword any day, and you'll find I'm much more pleased. But, I am my father's son, and as such, I've been schooled to rule a Kingdom, which is, as I'm sure you know, different than being an Ambassador." He sighs pleasantly. "My sister is incredible at such things. Me? My place is at the castle. Yet…" He shrugs, "Here I am in a show of good faith."

"Some would say it is more than a show of good faith. Your father placed the future of his house on a ship in the winter. Through enemy territory. And yet here you are, safe - and safe still. I should think this a measure of how much my family wishes to keep you safe, My Lord." Roslin straightens her head again, finally taking a moment to smooth out her skirts. "That said, sir, if you find that you are in need of any material for reading that you are unable to aquire yourself, please do not heistate to let me know. As I told your sister, I desire to make sure that your stay in our home is as enjoyable as the circumstances allow. But tell me, if it is not too bold that I ask, sir - what studies do you prefer?"

Elisen grins, and answers nearly immediately, "Poetry. First and foremost. I have a fondness for classic literature as well." He chews his lower lip in thought, then continues, "I'm also terribly in love with dancing. I'd offer to share that with you some time, but I would imagine a lovely flower such as yourself is wont for a partner in such endeavors." He smiles again, looking down at his feet, then back at her.

"Poetry? My brother will find that terribly interesting. We have long had an arrangement, he and I, that were I ever to put ink to paper in form of a poem, he would read it for the ladies of court. He is of the belief that a voice such as his can make any words pallatable, even mine. For my own part I have no ability to be succenct." The woman smiles a little. "Thank you, My Lord - you are too kind. I do not know if there shall be a ball this year for the days of Inouv, as we often have. But perhaps so - if there is, surely, I shall be happy to do a turn if you so desire. I am not, I confess, terribly good. Forgive me if I have been too forward; I only ask after your studies because I spent a year making a study of economics and trade, and recently have taken as a scribe beneath a former Master of Laws, that I may learn his craft.

Elisen smiles widely at her entertainment of his offer of dance, "I would be delighted for a dance with you, should you still agree if the time comes for such." He tilts his head a bit, "Is your brother a poet, then?" He seems intrigued by that. "Trade would be more my sister's area of study as ambassador. Law is, of course, of interest to me. As is history and the study of the tactics of war." He shrugs, "I may be clumsy with a sword, but I have studied the movements and strategy of commanding those who wield them well." With a scratch of the back of his neck, he assures her, "And please. Be forward. I welcome it over the dance of politics that so often seems to be surrounding us."

"Surely your life at home is no different a dance, My Lord. I did not think our two countries were so terribly different, in culture." She smiles at that. "No, my brother is not a poet. Simply a man of gifted voice and who joys greatly in antagonizing me. He tells everyone in the city that I shall pen a poem, and so eventually I must. But it shall be terrible, but perhaps he is right and his voice will save it. I shall surely make some discussion of economics with your sister when I speak to her next. I find so little female company able to converse on the topic, it shall be a welcome change."

Shaking his head, Elisen agrees, "No no. It's the same dance home as well. I just… Well, I prefer when the door is closed and the politics of the day have concluded and we're just two people, even while respecting one another with proper titles and dignities, we should be able to just talk like people." He grins at her, laughing just a little. "Well, should you want to REALLY challenge him…" He shakes his head, rolling his eyes a bit with a mischievous smile, "You could always pen a poem of rather descriptive lust."

Lust? The phrase itself brings a flush to her cheeks, and a glance downward. "I am sure my brother is not the sort of individual who should take much pleasure in that. Nor do I have the expertise to write such verses, I should hope." The topic does seem to make her very uncomfortable and she once more smooths out her dress. After a moment of consideration, she moves to rise. "But I have kept you too long from your reading, sir. I should return for the evening. But do please discuss having supper with me with your sister, and if it is a pleasing opportunity for you both we shall see it arranged."

Elisen tilts his head an suddenly looks rather sad, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, Your Majesty. I simply… Well…" He sighs, "I am quite sorry." He rises as she does, and he regards her for a moment in silence, which slowly brings a smile to his face. "I have little doubt that time spent with you doing anything would be nothing but pleasing, Your Majesty." He gestures to the door, bowing for her departure.

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