Private Tales Vintage

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"Is it so strange that a wanderer such as myself who has spent the majority of her life on the road would seek a place of comfort and luxury to retire to from time to time?" Fiera fixed the man with a simple, sanguine smile, red eyes faintly glowing in the darker light of the cellar.

"I enjoy the courts of nobles for the same reason you enjoy having Gideon in your employ; they are mildly entertaining. And like I said..." she raised her other gloved hand to gently gesture where he could see, "it's not very often I take company with a King without being in irons. Call it a novel pleasure."
 
She smirked.

"You are most gracious, but I shant spoil myself. Save the next bottle for my imminent return, hm? I'll see myself out." Sliding from the chair she doffed a cordial dip of her head to the King before the noking of her boot heels announced her exit from the cellar and his vineyard estate.
 
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