20th Ymiden, Arc 715
The palace in which he stood was much grander than the humble home in which Xander had been raised. In some ways he felt out of place in the homes of nobles, never really feeling himself to be of the same class. However, through years of practise and observation he had managed to build a facade that hid his true feelings and instead represented a happy content noble. It was this facade that he would have to uphold for the duration of his visit, this facade that would help him make it through his time among these garden loving people. It was interesting how true some stereotypes were, his entire time in Venora had only showed him gardens and people obsessed with fashion. They certainly didn't appear ashamed of the weak stereotype they embodied.
He was unsure where his parents had gotten too, probably attending some meeting with the Duchess and her advisers. He was never invited to such meetings, his parents never invited him to do anything important. He had been amazed when they asked him to come to Venora with them, it was the first time they had ever asked him to come with them. In the past they had always attended things alone, or sometimes sent him to visit other nobles by himself. This time, however, they had even ridden in the carriage with him. Although, part of him had decided they wanted something from him and he was always waiting to see what they were going to spring on him.
As he walked the halls of the building admiring the expensive and fascinating decor of the place he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He hadn't actually met any of the Venora's yet, his parents had been whisked away immediately on arrival leaving him to find his own way. He had to admit the large building was sort of a maze to him, the many halls and corridors were a little overwhelming. He found himself wishing for some form of guide, maybe he could find a servant to direct him to where he should be or away from where he shouldn't.
The sound of the footsteps was nearing as Xander straightened up his waist coat and prepared to meet whoever it was that was approaching. He assumed it was a woman, something about the sound of the shoe and the lightness of the step just wasn't masculine. However, Xander was certainly no expert on the sound of men or women's footsteps. Instead, he would find out that it was a woman when she rounded the corner before him.
Xander greeted the woman before him with a smile, clearly she was a noble from what she was wearing. He himself was dressed in his formal attire, his grey woollen trousers, a white shirt and his silver and blue waist coat. His double breasted tail coat had been taken upon arrival and so he felt a little under dressed before the woman. She certainly had a charming appearance, lush black curls that cascaded down her shoulders and back, blue eyes that rivalled even Xanders and a figure that many a woman would kill for.
Xander bowed his head before her and introduced himself. "Good morning, well met. Lord Xander Krome, at your service." He kept his head bowed for a moment in respect before raising it again, still smiling for the woman. If his mind had not been so distracted by revolutionary ideas he may have noticed her attractive appearance and thought more of it. Alas, as it was he thought little of the pleasures of women, his mind was far too preoccupied for romance and courting a woman by choice.
The palace in which he stood was much grander than the humble home in which Xander had been raised. In some ways he felt out of place in the homes of nobles, never really feeling himself to be of the same class. However, through years of practise and observation he had managed to build a facade that hid his true feelings and instead represented a happy content noble. It was this facade that he would have to uphold for the duration of his visit, this facade that would help him make it through his time among these garden loving people. It was interesting how true some stereotypes were, his entire time in Venora had only showed him gardens and people obsessed with fashion. They certainly didn't appear ashamed of the weak stereotype they embodied.
He was unsure where his parents had gotten too, probably attending some meeting with the Duchess and her advisers. He was never invited to such meetings, his parents never invited him to do anything important. He had been amazed when they asked him to come to Venora with them, it was the first time they had ever asked him to come with them. In the past they had always attended things alone, or sometimes sent him to visit other nobles by himself. This time, however, they had even ridden in the carriage with him. Although, part of him had decided they wanted something from him and he was always waiting to see what they were going to spring on him.
As he walked the halls of the building admiring the expensive and fascinating decor of the place he could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He hadn't actually met any of the Venora's yet, his parents had been whisked away immediately on arrival leaving him to find his own way. He had to admit the large building was sort of a maze to him, the many halls and corridors were a little overwhelming. He found himself wishing for some form of guide, maybe he could find a servant to direct him to where he should be or away from where he shouldn't.
The sound of the footsteps was nearing as Xander straightened up his waist coat and prepared to meet whoever it was that was approaching. He assumed it was a woman, something about the sound of the shoe and the lightness of the step just wasn't masculine. However, Xander was certainly no expert on the sound of men or women's footsteps. Instead, he would find out that it was a woman when she rounded the corner before him.
Xander greeted the woman before him with a smile, clearly she was a noble from what she was wearing. He himself was dressed in his formal attire, his grey woollen trousers, a white shirt and his silver and blue waist coat. His double breasted tail coat had been taken upon arrival and so he felt a little under dressed before the woman. She certainly had a charming appearance, lush black curls that cascaded down her shoulders and back, blue eyes that rivalled even Xanders and a figure that many a woman would kill for.
Xander bowed his head before her and introduced himself. "Good morning, well met. Lord Xander Krome, at your service." He kept his head bowed for a moment in respect before raising it again, still smiling for the woman. If his mind had not been so distracted by revolutionary ideas he may have noticed her attractive appearance and thought more of it. Alas, as it was he thought little of the pleasures of women, his mind was far too preoccupied for romance and courting a woman by choice.