As the carriage jolted forward, Vera found herself carefully composing her thoughts, her polite smile still in place as she listened to Mr. Rosier’s monologue. A few times she took a breath, anticipating contributing to the 'conversation' but it was quickly clear that he was everything she had suspected—arrogant, self-important, and utterly lacking in charm. She, a mere adornment for the family line, not a person with thoughts and feelings of her own. The very idea made her stomach turn, and she fought to hide her scowl behind her well practiced vibrancy and smile.
He droned on about the weather - “Yes, quite,” Vera replied, her voice smooth. She had long since mastered the art of masking her true feelings behind a veneer of perfect propriety. When he began to speak about the steeds, Vera forced herself to remain attentive, though her mind threatened to wander. His tale of the purchase was mundane enough, but the sudden vehemence with which he spoke of the wizard’s mixed blood caught her off guard - few, even when amoung those who agreed spoke so candidly, or maybe they did and debutantes were just ushered from the room at the time.
As he continued, Vera’s thoughts drifted to her father, a man who, despite his own traditional views, would never speak so crudely about others. And her brother, Bertram, who might not share all of her more progressive ideas she doubted he would recoil at the open prejudice Alastair displayed. It was clear that Alastair took a pride in his heritage, but Vera wondered how deep that pride truly ran. Did he ever question it? Or was he merely parroting what had been drilled into him from birth? His views were as archaic and narrow, she could almost hear her mother salivating, and the more he spoke, the more Vera felt an icy resolve forming within her. This was the man her mother thought suitable for her? A man who saw nothing beyond bloodlines and status?
When he finally lapsed into a brooding silence, Vera felt a small wave of relief, though it was short-lived. As they arrived at their destination.
She turned to him, her expression carefully neutral, but her eyes sharper than before. “It sounds… intriguing, Mr. Rosier. I look forward to seeing it for myself.” Her voice was light, almost airy. The carriage continued on, and Vera settled into her seat, her mind working furiously behind her composed exterior. 'I'm sure I will Mister Rosier, I hope you will act as my guide, I know something of your family history but I should be enthralled by the insights I'm sure you have." she flattered him, a perfectly demure smile on her face - everything that was expected for typical, perfect pureblood debutante.
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^ Look what Lady did ^
He droned on about the weather - “Yes, quite,” Vera replied, her voice smooth. She had long since mastered the art of masking her true feelings behind a veneer of perfect propriety. When he began to speak about the steeds, Vera forced herself to remain attentive, though her mind threatened to wander. His tale of the purchase was mundane enough, but the sudden vehemence with which he spoke of the wizard’s mixed blood caught her off guard - few, even when amoung those who agreed spoke so candidly, or maybe they did and debutantes were just ushered from the room at the time.
As he continued, Vera’s thoughts drifted to her father, a man who, despite his own traditional views, would never speak so crudely about others. And her brother, Bertram, who might not share all of her more progressive ideas she doubted he would recoil at the open prejudice Alastair displayed. It was clear that Alastair took a pride in his heritage, but Vera wondered how deep that pride truly ran. Did he ever question it? Or was he merely parroting what had been drilled into him from birth? His views were as archaic and narrow, she could almost hear her mother salivating, and the more he spoke, the more Vera felt an icy resolve forming within her. This was the man her mother thought suitable for her? A man who saw nothing beyond bloodlines and status?
When he finally lapsed into a brooding silence, Vera felt a small wave of relief, though it was short-lived. As they arrived at their destination.
She turned to him, her expression carefully neutral, but her eyes sharper than before. “It sounds… intriguing, Mr. Rosier. I look forward to seeing it for myself.” Her voice was light, almost airy. The carriage continued on, and Vera settled into her seat, her mind working furiously behind her composed exterior. 'I'm sure I will Mister Rosier, I hope you will act as my guide, I know something of your family history but I should be enthralled by the insights I'm sure you have." she flattered him, a perfectly demure smile on her face - everything that was expected for typical, perfect pureblood debutante.
^ Look what Lady did ^