Where Does Your Faith Lie? [Captain Island/Major Island]

[Captain Island]

Bleh for now

 

[Major Island]

Prince Alviso listened as the cardinal finshed speaking. The meeting had gone well and all the preperations had been made. He had a twinge of uncertainty about the path he had embarked on. He was a loyal person but he knew that this was the only way. Unless he overthrew the king, the constant warfare that had ravaged so much of the country would never cease. He could faintly remember what life was before, and he wanted to return to it. The high taxes to pay for the armies and constant drafts had almost financially ruined him, leaving no other options but treason.

The cardinal finished speaking. Without any further discussion the men filed out of the room. The speacking was over and action was about to begin.

As the sun set over the skyline of Rome Prince Alviso made his way back to his palace. He was looking forward to tonights festivities. His servants and cooks had been preparing for several days and the break from the tedious work of plotting was welcome. He might even find some feminine company tonight.

 

[Captain Island]

• 

• • • • • • • • • • • • "From the dawn of time to the end of days,
                        I will have to run, away--"​

• Elisabetta A. Moretti​

• • • • • "--I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste,
          Of blood on my lips, again."

• tab tabElisabetta stepped into the lavish palace, smoothing down the folds of her dress. She cringed at the unbelievable amount of cleavage. No way would she ever wear something like this if she had had a choice; the dress was pretty but definitely only something an escort would wear. Donning a She merged with the crowd of noblemen and women, searching the sea of moving, dancing colors.

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[Captain Island]

• 

• • • • • • • • • • • • "From the dawn of time to the end of days,
                        I will have to run, away--"​

• Elisabetta A. Moretti​

• • • • • "--I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste,
          Of blood on my lips, again."

• tab tabElisabetta stepped into the lavish palace, smoothing down the folds of her dress. She cringed at the unbelievable amount of cleavage. No way would she ever wear something like this if she had had a choice; the dress was pretty but definitely only something an escort would wear. Donning a red mask she merged with the crowd of noblemen and women, searching the sea of moving, dancing colors.
  
  Gracefully moving through the throng, the woman met the glances of every man she saw, but she couldn't find that cold gleam of menace that she knew only Prince Alviso possessed. Tonight he seemed scarce, but it wasn't unusual for him; perhaps she'd have to look elsewhere. It was likely that he was off to entertain himself with some girl until he found someone better. Taking a deep breath, Elisabetta moved off to the side and took a seat at the nearby bar. If anything, a lonely woman at the bar would entice a man like the Prince to approach her--and well, if that tactic didn't work, the woman figured she could have a drink or two to calm her nerves.
  
  "I'll have a cranberry vodka martini, please," she ordered from the bartender. Nodding, he moved away to mix the drink for her, all the while taking orders from another, more demanding partygoer. The already drunk man was yelling at the bartender all sorts of drinks and concoctions. Soon the bartender was filled with orders of all sorts, and he glanced wearily at his bar with limited supplies. Elisabetta gave him a sad look and gave him a big tip in advance. "I can wait as long as it needs." she said, smiling apologetically.
  
  Turning around in her chair to watch the dance floor, the Italian redhead watched the dancers with great interest, a certain man on her mind.