Yes. You are either too easily swayed by words, or have not been paying attention this entire time.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
- Location
- United States
While she might not, no one else really knows that. Karin's reputation, and her Rule of Steel, are sufficiently infamous that the claim itself is widely believable. Having a reputation like hers is never a wholly positive thing.
Although I will agree, Henry is clearly shading things to his own advantage here. He, at least, is of the few people who know enough to know better.
- Location
- Brazil
Wait, isn't nobility in ZnT patriarcal?
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
Well she is a particularly terrible parent, but nothing that would deserve getting wind chainsawed for.
I kind of wish Shade would take her aside and logically explain to her along the lines of "Hey I know you do love us and all, but you are harming your own children emotionally with your obsession to present a disciplined front in every aspect of your life. Also sometimes your disciplinary actions basically break down to death threats if we don't do what you say, which is really fucked up."
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
Whoever has the ancient royal bloodline rules, whether male or female.
I'm not sure Karin would take that advice very well. She would probably see it as her child questioning her authorithy as her mother. The only one I can see saying that to her and not have her head bitten off is her husband.
I'm just wondering If Henry position as a foreign king-consort would do to his "fredoom" leanings. After all, if he hates protocol as the son of a Duke, as the King-regent would be a nightmare. Talk about a gilded cage. And being a King would probably meant that his battles would be played in meeting rooms and balls, and the nearest he would be in a battlefield would be state visits to the wounded...
I just hope Henry can escape the gilded cage of politics and kick ass.
Except she doesn't actually issue death threats? Save in jest, I suppose.
Karin's parenting style is a bit bizarre, but it would not be out of place in many parts of the world today, or for example in Great Britain or America during the 1920s.
And, all kidding aside, there is a reason behind the discipline and it very clearly does get results. Cattelya is a good example of a child she didn't put any expectations behind, and while she's nice I think most of us would admit that you'd really prefer Eleanor if you were looking for somebody to run a large noble estate with tons of accounts and a staff to keep in line.
I mean Eleanor is harder to live with than Cattelya, but she gets results. That is what Karin has taught Eleanor and Henry. They are both tremendous assets to their country, and they have been taught to deserve the nobility that they've been born with because they live up to that position by working their asses off! They've been taught to defend themselves- not just physically, but socially by always knowing the appropriate behavior for someone in their position- a position where people want to tear them down with a scandal.
The fact that Louise has so much trouble with Karin stems in part from that she was the baby of the family and was pretty clearly indulged until nearing school and magic age. Thus the much more evident tsundere temper, exascerbated by Zerbst, and the overwhelming fear of her mother, because the first time she's really failed Karin is a failure she can't correct.
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Kinda mildly so, but magic is a great equalizer between the sexes. It end being just some biases that get lighter as one progress in magical power.
Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
Karin was surprising willing to kill Louise fordisobeying Henrietta's command in a certain incident. . .
Karin's loyalty to her princess ought be considered total and 100% maximum absolute! (Goodness they were so adorable)
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
"Unfortunately for you mother, I am the High King of Gallia!"
Except that earlier in the story she warning shots an air hammer past Henry's head powerful enough to punch a hole in the wall, while he was complaining about his arranged marriage.
If "That spell would have cut your head off huh? Stop talking, now." is a jest, though I some how doubt it is, it is a particularly poor one.
EDIT: Oh, you probably talking about canon specifically. I feel Karin's not that great there either, but my argument points pertain to this specific story.
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AZATHOTHoth
༼ つ ☀️_☀️ ༽つ
??? I just looked it up. Volume 11, chapter 3 of the light novels?
Karin never indicated in any way that she was going to kill Louise. She just said that she would 'punish' her daughter, and if you look at what was happening, after Karin hits their carriage with a tornado (which everybody survives, indicating Karin knew what she was doing), she blows Louise two hundred meters in the air and then drops her to the ground using winds to slow her fall. Saito then tries to interfere, and Karin apologetically says that it's his role to do so but she's going to have to blow him away, then hits him with a 'cutter tornado' which gives him multiple small cuts all over his body. Henrietta interferes at this point.
Bottom line, it was violent as hell, and scary as hell, but the implication is that the worst Karin was going to do is probably give her daughter superficial cuts like she did Saito. Another thing you have to keep in mind is that Karin knew full well that Henrietta was nearby and would be able to heal anything short of death. And the mistake that Louise made- illegal border crossing- was the sort of thing Karin was quick to point out could lead to a war during a time when the country is at a very vulnerable point.
The official punishment for this could have been a lot worse than what amounts to a beating, and Karin was probably trying to manipulate Henriette by making such a scene in front of her- keep in mind that Henriette would have political reasons to make more permanent punishments.
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Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
I forgot Karin was bluffing.
In all fairness her card playing face is excellent.
Anime is different & stuff - don't judge somebody for watching the show.
Back in Karin's day girls couldn't be fighting knights.
She completely and utterly destroyed millennium of such tradition single handedly.
Little unusual for someone who ended up strict absolute traditionalist?
- Location
- Kansas
If Karin got a royal order to 'kill all of [her] innocent children', she would most likely storm the palace in search of who ever has be-spelled the Queen. She is perfectly loyal, but she also knows her Queen. That is not an order the Queen would give unless it was basically a coded message for 'help, I'm being held hostage in my own castle, send help now, any collateral damage is acceptable.'
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- Location
- Little Rock, AR
The only time Karin would willingly kill kids are child soldiers, war collatetal, and actual plague control.
And in the former shed likely do her tumble dry.
Hell the only time she'd kill her kids is blatant died in the wool murderous treachery.
And the closest point to that she tried to get out of it by punishing her kid.
And war. And countryside level devastation powers. Amd any possible kickback in the new Tristan black ops vamps came out.
And in the former shed likely do her tumble dry.
Hell the only time she'd kill her kids is blatant died in the wool murderous treachery.
And the closest point to that she tried to get out of it by punishing her kid.
Not really when you think about it. She jumped several levels of nobility and had to deal with traitors to the throne, having been made as a crossdresser, and supporting a royal family that almost had the type of coup it had.
And war. And countryside level devastation powers. Amd any possible kickback in the new Tristan black ops vamps came out.
Chapter Forty-Six
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Forty-Six
The orchestra was playing a soft intro, the nobles gathered by the sides as I inwardly recalled the steps of the Branle, the Minuet, and the Gavotte. Dancing wasn't just a matter of having fun, no, it was a matter of displaying social status and showing one's skill. There was no pleasure in dancing by itself, and sometimes it could be considered a tortuous affair, rather than a pleasant way to spend the night.
The large ballroom slowly filled with nobles that I knew nothing of, De Damas standing quietly near the wall right behind me. It was clear by where I stood in the ballroom who I was, and I could hazard a guess on the social status of those who entered. Though I was soon joined by the Duke D'Orleans and his lady wife, we didn't share a word since they stood on the opposite side of the ballroom.
The greatness of the ballroom worked against me, because by the time it was completely filled with nobles, it became apparent I was to be left alone in my corner. Was this the good old make the new blood feel unwelcome thing? Ha! As if it would work. I loved being alone with my thoughts, so this suited me just fine! Robespierre was conspicuously absent, perhaps the cause being the weak bladder of his, and there was no sign of Joseph himself.
Yet, the ball would not begin without either of them, and thus we all waited.
An hour later, and I was pretty sure that unless Isabella was the direct cause of this lateness -no, actually, even if it were her- she would be in tears right right now. This was supposed to be her birthday party, wasn't it? And yet here we were, all standing in wait. The murmurs began to seep through the otherwise quiet assembly of nobles, and while I did catch some words related to wine, women, and shameless display, no one knew what was going on.
"Ahem," the Duke d'Orleans spoke abruptly, nipping in the bud the growing murmurs. "I am sure his royal highness is simply preparing something truly astonishing for us all to behold, and my brother's work, which is important to the well-being of the entire nation, takes away his sense of time. Please, let us patiently wait and have faith in them."
And like that, the murmurs of how despicable the crown prince Joseph was for making all of nobility wait and of how rude he was towards his very own daughter were replaced with giggles and chuckles and nods of happy nobles that instead remarked on how much of a kind and wise prince Charles was. If I was a good kindhearted person, I'd think prince Charles a young brother that truly cherished his older brother.
Unfortunately, I had been an older brother myself, to a moronic youngster too. There was one thing I knew and learned from sheer experience. The youngest one always desires to be treated as an equal to the oldest. It's a matter of pride, because either you are equally beloved, or you aren't, and unfortunately there is no such silly thing as equality in love. There is always a favorite son, be it because of similarities to the parent, to sharing certain interests, to desiring the same things-in the end, everyone has a favorite. This isn't to say you mistreat the others, no, far from that, but if you love a son one hundred and twenty, you'll love the other one hundred and twenty-one.
You can love as many people as you wish, but one will always be the one you love the most.
Karin, for example, utterly doted on all of us, but if Cattleya made her the doe eyes, she'd get her a chunk of the moon on the double. Pierre made the dowries for his daughters so big it was mindbogglingly how much money he had to spare, but out of all of his children, I was the only one who had been told where the key to the liquor cabinet was.
It was the little things, but those little things clearly showed just who was the favorite in the family.
If the children are all showered with love, then a single drop here or there more doesn't change their lives, but if that's not the case, then that single drop makes the difference of a lifetime.
Also, it helped that I did remember Charles' words on the day of his breakdown following the death of the king. He had admitted to having bribed royal retainers, faithful subjects -all things that Joseph instead hadn't done. As much as the Duchess D'Orleans might have said that it was to make Gallia great, it was obvious that anything that would make the Duke stand out as the better option would be accepted.
It was the curse of intelligence.
Aiding another because of receiving benefit from it, did it make the action wholeheartedly good, or was it merely selfish interest?
If one is stupid, and helps another out of the spur of the moment, then his action is wholeheartedly good. If one does so, and at the same time thinks about how he'll earn a benefit from it, be it in good karma, in heaven, or in an improvement of his social status...then, his action cannot be considered wholeheartedly good. Intelligence corrupts goodness, making it a mere do ut des.
Half an hour later, the king finally arrived and at his entrance, the orchestra began to play a stronger music. There was a roll of drums, and Isabella de Gallia descended the stairs with as much poise as was possible in her ten years old frame, her head held high, her eyes shining from tears not shed, because she was a strong young girl, and she beamed a honest smile at seeing me present in attendance, before letting it drop at the realization that her father wasn't present.
"Nobles of the court of Gallia," Robespierre spoke with his monarch voice, no emotion filtering through, "Let me present you with my granddaughter, Her royal highness, Isabella de Gallia, newly minted Duchess of Agincourt."
I blinked. Duchess of Augincourt? Where was Augincourt again? Somebody hand me a map of Gallia, please. I have no idea where that place is. No, seriously, what is she Duchess of? Why are you naming her a Duchess anyway? I get it that Joseph is Crown-Prince, and that's already a pretty big deal, but what does it mean? What are you implying with that? Are you saying you're gifting her enough land to warrant the title of Duchess to it?
Well, as far as gifts go, this one's pretty much surprising, grandfather-in-law.
"It's to the north of Gallia, near Germania's border," De Damas whispered from behind me. Great man, understanding I was in need of an explanation and providing it in hushed murmurs. "Close to the Valliere's lands, but separated by Germania and the black forest."
I nodded a bit, understanding dawning on me.
Well, it's a kind gesture, your royal highness.
You're a good king, aren't you?
I can even see it. Giving the crown to Joseph, rather than Charles, because if you took away the crown from him, then what would there ever remain to his name? The shame of being the eldest, and losing the crown to the youngest-such a shame would probably drive a normal person on the road to fratricide. Yet, Joseph wasn't like that, and your kindness perhaps was what set fire to Joseph's madness, and hatred.
Still, after the polite clapping from all of the nobles assembled, myself included, wind down, the ball began.
This time, when my hands gently held those of Isabella, my feet did not plead mercy.
She must have earnestly trained her very best to ensure she wouldn't make a fool out of herself during this particular dance, since she'd be opening it with me. In this circumstance, she was the leading star of the show, and I merely the accompanying extra. It suited me just fine, but even as the eyes were all on her, more than once they glanced straight at me next. I could feel it, the judgmental stares.
And even as I felt them, I completely ignored them.
I had danced half-naked atop a table in the name of friendship together with another madman. I had unashamedly made the worst, most embarrassing things just because I wanted to, or thought they were great ideas at the time. I took it, their judgment, their eyes, their stares...and then I aptly ignored them.
Because I couldn't care less.
Even if she was ten years old, and the height difference made dancing awkward, it was still done without a hitch. The rest of the nobles soon joined in, and once the ballroom's first dance was over with, the pause began, during which the orchestra would wind down before resuming at a later date with another dance.
"How did I do?" Isabella asked, her face beaming with the absolute certainty that there would only be praise for her.
"You've been wonderful," I answered with a smile of my own. "I hope you will like the gifts I brought for you."
Isabella grinned, "The jewels were pretty, but I cannot wait to read the continuation-I can't believe you finished it in time, with how big it is."
I smirked, "I am a peculiarly fast writer, my dear." I glanced at a nearing couple of nobles, and then quite sympathetically took just half a step back. The lead was due to Isabella on this night, thus, she'd get to speak with all of the nobles coming in our way first.
Which suited me just fine, because it meant I could just stay silent, activate my stealth field of absolute non-existence, and keenly extend my hearing of absolute perfection.
Come on then, nobles! Whisper and murmur all you life! My lifetime of Larp experience, my wholeheartedly beautiful Vampire the Requiem meta-knowledge has taught me one simple rule of court play, a fundamental rule that works flawlessly all the times.
Have no strong opinion, and agree with everyone on their thoughts.
Be water, do not show a hard front.
Smile, and remark on how wise the opponent is.
Hold to memory everything they say, mimic their posture if possible, and understand just what kind of person they are. Are they brutes, cunning ones, fake cunning ones, greedy guys, opportunistic types, thrill-seekers or something else? Do they love fox hunting, or prefer horse riding? Do they have sons, or daughters that study? How many children do they have? What are their main achievements?
Do not seek to know more about the person in front of you, but gladly piece together their bonds, and then look where they lead. How they treat others will tell you more about a person than how they talk to you.
"You've been quiet most of the night, Henry," Isabella said after the fourth ball of the night, and the fourth subsequent round of chatting had begun.
"I am merely taking in everything," I answered. "Trying to understand who is who, and what form of respect and address is due to them. Also, tonight is your night, so I wouldn't want to monopolize it."
"You don't have to worry about that," Isabella said with a giggle. "They're the ones who'll owe you respect one day, so-to you, they'll all be the same thing, inferior."
"Perhaps so," I acquiesced, "still...I prefer to bid my time tonight. Gallia does have a lot of nobles, far more than Tristain without a doubt, and the sooner I start memorizing them, the better."
Isabella nodded, "I know-maybe tomorrow we might go over them together?" as she asked that with an earnest expression, it was honestly the cutest thing I had ever seen. If I had less self-control, I'd be pinching her cheeks going wubbly-cutely-yes you cute little girl! but I had self-control the size of a Death Star, so there was no way I'd do that.
"My morning should be free," I said gently. Though I technically should have passed it sleeping to recover from the ordeal of the trip, and of the ball, I accepted the fact that if I wanted to sleep, I'd sleep on the ship during the trip back. "My afternoon will be spent with your father discussing about the future of the alliance between our two countries-"
Isabella wrinkled her nose, "You'll end up doing nothing but drinking if you follow my father's lead. Perhaps I should be there?" she asked next, hopefully.
"It does not depend on me, my dear," I said with a small smile. "Perhaps your father might agree to it if he were asked, but...I do not see him right now."
"He hates dancing," Isabella said. "That's why whenever there's a ball, he comes in later. He prefers making a fool of himself halfway through a party, rather than from the very start," the grip on my arm tightened slightly, "Though I hope he won't show himself at all tonight. It would be for the best."
My smile slowly turned down a bit, etching on the sad.
Isabella saw it, and turned her gaze away. She did not have the time to fidget, or remark about it because another couple of nobles soon came forth, and once more she began to politely exchange words with them.
Perhaps, as the next book, I could go with something tied to the bonds between a father and a daughter? Uhm...
If I changed the transformed character in the story of Brave I might have a chance at it.
On the other hand...
The Little Mermaid was safer.
The orchestra was playing a soft intro, the nobles gathered by the sides as I inwardly recalled the steps of the Branle, the Minuet, and the Gavotte. Dancing wasn't just a matter of having fun, no, it was a matter of displaying social status and showing one's skill. There was no pleasure in dancing by itself, and sometimes it could be considered a tortuous affair, rather than a pleasant way to spend the night.
The large ballroom slowly filled with nobles that I knew nothing of, De Damas standing quietly near the wall right behind me. It was clear by where I stood in the ballroom who I was, and I could hazard a guess on the social status of those who entered. Though I was soon joined by the Duke D'Orleans and his lady wife, we didn't share a word since they stood on the opposite side of the ballroom.
The greatness of the ballroom worked against me, because by the time it was completely filled with nobles, it became apparent I was to be left alone in my corner. Was this the good old make the new blood feel unwelcome thing? Ha! As if it would work. I loved being alone with my thoughts, so this suited me just fine! Robespierre was conspicuously absent, perhaps the cause being the weak bladder of his, and there was no sign of Joseph himself.
Yet, the ball would not begin without either of them, and thus we all waited.
An hour later, and I was pretty sure that unless Isabella was the direct cause of this lateness -no, actually, even if it were her- she would be in tears right right now. This was supposed to be her birthday party, wasn't it? And yet here we were, all standing in wait. The murmurs began to seep through the otherwise quiet assembly of nobles, and while I did catch some words related to wine, women, and shameless display, no one knew what was going on.
"Ahem," the Duke d'Orleans spoke abruptly, nipping in the bud the growing murmurs. "I am sure his royal highness is simply preparing something truly astonishing for us all to behold, and my brother's work, which is important to the well-being of the entire nation, takes away his sense of time. Please, let us patiently wait and have faith in them."
And like that, the murmurs of how despicable the crown prince Joseph was for making all of nobility wait and of how rude he was towards his very own daughter were replaced with giggles and chuckles and nods of happy nobles that instead remarked on how much of a kind and wise prince Charles was. If I was a good kindhearted person, I'd think prince Charles a young brother that truly cherished his older brother.
Unfortunately, I had been an older brother myself, to a moronic youngster too. There was one thing I knew and learned from sheer experience. The youngest one always desires to be treated as an equal to the oldest. It's a matter of pride, because either you are equally beloved, or you aren't, and unfortunately there is no such silly thing as equality in love. There is always a favorite son, be it because of similarities to the parent, to sharing certain interests, to desiring the same things-in the end, everyone has a favorite. This isn't to say you mistreat the others, no, far from that, but if you love a son one hundred and twenty, you'll love the other one hundred and twenty-one.
You can love as many people as you wish, but one will always be the one you love the most.
Karin, for example, utterly doted on all of us, but if Cattleya made her the doe eyes, she'd get her a chunk of the moon on the double. Pierre made the dowries for his daughters so big it was mindbogglingly how much money he had to spare, but out of all of his children, I was the only one who had been told where the key to the liquor cabinet was.
It was the little things, but those little things clearly showed just who was the favorite in the family.
If the children are all showered with love, then a single drop here or there more doesn't change their lives, but if that's not the case, then that single drop makes the difference of a lifetime.
Also, it helped that I did remember Charles' words on the day of his breakdown following the death of the king. He had admitted to having bribed royal retainers, faithful subjects -all things that Joseph instead hadn't done. As much as the Duchess D'Orleans might have said that it was to make Gallia great, it was obvious that anything that would make the Duke stand out as the better option would be accepted.
It was the curse of intelligence.
Aiding another because of receiving benefit from it, did it make the action wholeheartedly good, or was it merely selfish interest?
If one is stupid, and helps another out of the spur of the moment, then his action is wholeheartedly good. If one does so, and at the same time thinks about how he'll earn a benefit from it, be it in good karma, in heaven, or in an improvement of his social status...then, his action cannot be considered wholeheartedly good. Intelligence corrupts goodness, making it a mere do ut des.
Half an hour later, the king finally arrived and at his entrance, the orchestra began to play a stronger music. There was a roll of drums, and Isabella de Gallia descended the stairs with as much poise as was possible in her ten years old frame, her head held high, her eyes shining from tears not shed, because she was a strong young girl, and she beamed a honest smile at seeing me present in attendance, before letting it drop at the realization that her father wasn't present.
"Nobles of the court of Gallia," Robespierre spoke with his monarch voice, no emotion filtering through, "Let me present you with my granddaughter, Her royal highness, Isabella de Gallia, newly minted Duchess of Agincourt."
I blinked. Duchess of Augincourt? Where was Augincourt again? Somebody hand me a map of Gallia, please. I have no idea where that place is. No, seriously, what is she Duchess of? Why are you naming her a Duchess anyway? I get it that Joseph is Crown-Prince, and that's already a pretty big deal, but what does it mean? What are you implying with that? Are you saying you're gifting her enough land to warrant the title of Duchess to it?
Well, as far as gifts go, this one's pretty much surprising, grandfather-in-law.
"It's to the north of Gallia, near Germania's border," De Damas whispered from behind me. Great man, understanding I was in need of an explanation and providing it in hushed murmurs. "Close to the Valliere's lands, but separated by Germania and the black forest."
I nodded a bit, understanding dawning on me.
Well, it's a kind gesture, your royal highness.
You're a good king, aren't you?
I can even see it. Giving the crown to Joseph, rather than Charles, because if you took away the crown from him, then what would there ever remain to his name? The shame of being the eldest, and losing the crown to the youngest-such a shame would probably drive a normal person on the road to fratricide. Yet, Joseph wasn't like that, and your kindness perhaps was what set fire to Joseph's madness, and hatred.
Still, after the polite clapping from all of the nobles assembled, myself included, wind down, the ball began.
This time, when my hands gently held those of Isabella, my feet did not plead mercy.
She must have earnestly trained her very best to ensure she wouldn't make a fool out of herself during this particular dance, since she'd be opening it with me. In this circumstance, she was the leading star of the show, and I merely the accompanying extra. It suited me just fine, but even as the eyes were all on her, more than once they glanced straight at me next. I could feel it, the judgmental stares.
And even as I felt them, I completely ignored them.
I had danced half-naked atop a table in the name of friendship together with another madman. I had unashamedly made the worst, most embarrassing things just because I wanted to, or thought they were great ideas at the time. I took it, their judgment, their eyes, their stares...and then I aptly ignored them.
Because I couldn't care less.
Even if she was ten years old, and the height difference made dancing awkward, it was still done without a hitch. The rest of the nobles soon joined in, and once the ballroom's first dance was over with, the pause began, during which the orchestra would wind down before resuming at a later date with another dance.
"How did I do?" Isabella asked, her face beaming with the absolute certainty that there would only be praise for her.
"You've been wonderful," I answered with a smile of my own. "I hope you will like the gifts I brought for you."
Isabella grinned, "The jewels were pretty, but I cannot wait to read the continuation-I can't believe you finished it in time, with how big it is."
I smirked, "I am a peculiarly fast writer, my dear." I glanced at a nearing couple of nobles, and then quite sympathetically took just half a step back. The lead was due to Isabella on this night, thus, she'd get to speak with all of the nobles coming in our way first.
Which suited me just fine, because it meant I could just stay silent, activate my stealth field of absolute non-existence, and keenly extend my hearing of absolute perfection.
Come on then, nobles! Whisper and murmur all you life! My lifetime of Larp experience, my wholeheartedly beautiful Vampire the Requiem meta-knowledge has taught me one simple rule of court play, a fundamental rule that works flawlessly all the times.
Have no strong opinion, and agree with everyone on their thoughts.
Be water, do not show a hard front.
Smile, and remark on how wise the opponent is.
Hold to memory everything they say, mimic their posture if possible, and understand just what kind of person they are. Are they brutes, cunning ones, fake cunning ones, greedy guys, opportunistic types, thrill-seekers or something else? Do they love fox hunting, or prefer horse riding? Do they have sons, or daughters that study? How many children do they have? What are their main achievements?
Do not seek to know more about the person in front of you, but gladly piece together their bonds, and then look where they lead. How they treat others will tell you more about a person than how they talk to you.
"You've been quiet most of the night, Henry," Isabella said after the fourth ball of the night, and the fourth subsequent round of chatting had begun.
"I am merely taking in everything," I answered. "Trying to understand who is who, and what form of respect and address is due to them. Also, tonight is your night, so I wouldn't want to monopolize it."
"You don't have to worry about that," Isabella said with a giggle. "They're the ones who'll owe you respect one day, so-to you, they'll all be the same thing, inferior."
"Perhaps so," I acquiesced, "still...I prefer to bid my time tonight. Gallia does have a lot of nobles, far more than Tristain without a doubt, and the sooner I start memorizing them, the better."
Isabella nodded, "I know-maybe tomorrow we might go over them together?" as she asked that with an earnest expression, it was honestly the cutest thing I had ever seen. If I had less self-control, I'd be pinching her cheeks going wubbly-cutely-yes you cute little girl! but I had self-control the size of a Death Star, so there was no way I'd do that.
"My morning should be free," I said gently. Though I technically should have passed it sleeping to recover from the ordeal of the trip, and of the ball, I accepted the fact that if I wanted to sleep, I'd sleep on the ship during the trip back. "My afternoon will be spent with your father discussing about the future of the alliance between our two countries-"
Isabella wrinkled her nose, "You'll end up doing nothing but drinking if you follow my father's lead. Perhaps I should be there?" she asked next, hopefully.
"It does not depend on me, my dear," I said with a small smile. "Perhaps your father might agree to it if he were asked, but...I do not see him right now."
"He hates dancing," Isabella said. "That's why whenever there's a ball, he comes in later. He prefers making a fool of himself halfway through a party, rather than from the very start," the grip on my arm tightened slightly, "Though I hope he won't show himself at all tonight. It would be for the best."
My smile slowly turned down a bit, etching on the sad.
Isabella saw it, and turned her gaze away. She did not have the time to fidget, or remark about it because another couple of nobles soon came forth, and once more she began to politely exchange words with them.
Perhaps, as the next book, I could go with something tied to the bonds between a father and a daughter? Uhm...
If I changed the transformed character in the story of Brave I might have a chance at it.
On the other hand...
The Little Mermaid was safer.
- Location
- Elsewhere
He's heard it plenty of times before, but he was blackout drunk whenever people started talking about it so he doesn't remember.
We're there any specific stories you were thinking about when you wrote this?
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
I have lived an interesting life.
And by interesting, I mean..."Interesting."
- Location
- Seattle, WA
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
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Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
- Location
- NY
hmm curious what your plan is for matilda and tabby-chan, as they've been the only one's without real mention.
recruiting matilda/tabby-chan early on would be a great boon, though i guess there issues aren't nearly as pressing.
recruiting matilda/tabby-chan early on would be a great boon, though i guess there issues aren't nearly as pressing.
- Location
- Elsewhere
She loses her voice, every step feels like walking on glass, and she dies in the end.
...If my life is ever in your hands, please don't keep me "safe"