As the carriage came to a halt in front of the museum, Vera let out a silent breath of relief. The ride was already feeling overlong and taxing, filled with Alastair’s pompous diatribe. This outing was not just a test of her patience, but a critical social examination—a dance of polite façades and carefully chosen words.
When Alastair extended his hand to help her out of the carriage, Vera accepted it with a gracious smile. His grip was firm, rougher than she had expected not the soft pampered hands of gentleman whose main labour was riding through the park. As they entered the museum and were ushered into the genealogy exhibition, she took in the grand tapestries and portraits with genuine curiosity. This, at least, was something she could appreciate, even if her company was less than ideal.
Alastair began to guide her through the exhibition, launching into a detailed—though, she assumed, embellished—history of his ancestors. He spoke with a measured confidence that Vera recognized as the hallmark of someone used to being listened to, regardless of whether they had anything worth saying. She nodded along, feigning interest, her expression a perfect blend of polite attentiveness and feminine admiration.
When he mentioned Urizen the Cruel and his progeny, Vera widened her eyes slightly, as if impressed. "What a formidable lineage, Mr. Rosier," she said, her voice smooth and warm. "It's no wonder the Rosier family has such a storied reputation. Your ancestors must have been remarkable wizards to achieve such feats." her mother nodded approvingly.
Vera could almost see the satisfaction flicker across his otherwise dour expression. She continued to walk beside him, glancing at the various portraits and tapestries, allowing him to believe she was fully engaged in his recitation. In truth, she was listening just enough to catch the occasional error or invented detail, though she would never dream of pointing them out.
"And to think," she added with a soft sigh, "that all of this history, this legacy, will continue on through you. Your family must be very proud to have someone so knowledgeable and capable to carry on their name." she flattered
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^ Look what Lady did ^
When Alastair extended his hand to help her out of the carriage, Vera accepted it with a gracious smile. His grip was firm, rougher than she had expected not the soft pampered hands of gentleman whose main labour was riding through the park. As they entered the museum and were ushered into the genealogy exhibition, she took in the grand tapestries and portraits with genuine curiosity. This, at least, was something she could appreciate, even if her company was less than ideal.
Alastair began to guide her through the exhibition, launching into a detailed—though, she assumed, embellished—history of his ancestors. He spoke with a measured confidence that Vera recognized as the hallmark of someone used to being listened to, regardless of whether they had anything worth saying. She nodded along, feigning interest, her expression a perfect blend of polite attentiveness and feminine admiration.
When he mentioned Urizen the Cruel and his progeny, Vera widened her eyes slightly, as if impressed. "What a formidable lineage, Mr. Rosier," she said, her voice smooth and warm. "It's no wonder the Rosier family has such a storied reputation. Your ancestors must have been remarkable wizards to achieve such feats." her mother nodded approvingly.
Vera could almost see the satisfaction flicker across his otherwise dour expression. She continued to walk beside him, glancing at the various portraits and tapestries, allowing him to believe she was fully engaged in his recitation. In truth, she was listening just enough to catch the occasional error or invented detail, though she would never dream of pointing them out.
"And to think," she added with a soft sigh, "that all of this history, this legacy, will continue on through you. Your family must be very proud to have someone so knowledgeable and capable to carry on their name." she flattered
^ Look what Lady did ^