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RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]
Mortimer was still trying not to lash out; it was, after all, improper to hold a harsh tone with a lady. Even if the lady in question was being borderline mouthy herself. But if he were to take a step back, he would she did have a point. Sitting here wasn't going to solve anything. His father was dead, he was starting to have that sink in. He had wanted to prove he could run this house, and despite the shattering nature of how it came about, this was his opportunity.
Giving a sigh, the young man replied "I suppose sitting here in bed isn't going to make the pain go away. I'll admit I'm not nearly as well-versed as my father, nor my mother for that matter." Truth be told, for a lady to own a business in this day and age was rare enough as it was, let alone be so successful. "I'll be along soon" he then added, heaving himself out of bed to get himself dressed for dinner.
*Later on*
The new Lord of the House, though the others had yet to know it, arrived at the table dressed in his evening wear. He seemed a good deal more presentable, especially now that the scruff from his face had been shaven away, he ad bathed, and his hair neatly combed and brushed. His trousers and tailcoat were neatly pressed, the white silk puff about his neck delicately fluffed, and overall the young gentleman just seemed more alive than he had. What had caused this change the staff could only guess; however, it was really only the place of the head maid and butler to ask such questions, since they answered directly to the Master of the House.
Though a shock could be seen by many as he suddenly took his place at the head of the table; while not expressly forbidden, most had never known Mortimer to be that bold. But that was pushed back for the moment, and soon the young lad along with his two newest acquaintances were seated at the table. They might find the setting quite expansive: Nearly two dozen pieces of silver, from the oyster fork to the butter knife to the game shears, was laid out neatly before them. However, it wasn't like there wasn't room; a foot or more of space laid between them, allowing plenty of freedom without feeling too confined
And as if to further show to the twins the luxuries of the rich, the walls of bronze littered with designs, dado and frieze in old gold and wainscoting decorated every inch of them and the ceiling. Prompeian red and soft olive draperies hung neatly in the windows. A buffet stood in a corner for the display of his father's ceramics and decorated china. Something that brought a sigh out of the soon-to-be Lord, but he wouldn't dwell on it now. His business was his own, and he didn't need the others trying to pry however unlikely it was they would have tried in the first place.
And as they were seated, the servers came out with the first course: Cream of asparagus soup, freshly made with the rich milk sold in the vendor stands of the market.
This dinner was probably going to be very awkward; already, he could feel the heavy stares of Miss Sutton on him, as if daring herself to talk to the Lord and inquire about what might happen.
Mortimer was still trying not to lash out; it was, after all, improper to hold a harsh tone with a lady. Even if the lady in question was being borderline mouthy herself. But if he were to take a step back, he would she did have a point. Sitting here wasn't going to solve anything. His father was dead, he was starting to have that sink in. He had wanted to prove he could run this house, and despite the shattering nature of how it came about, this was his opportunity.
Giving a sigh, the young man replied "I suppose sitting here in bed isn't going to make the pain go away. I'll admit I'm not nearly as well-versed as my father, nor my mother for that matter." Truth be told, for a lady to own a business in this day and age was rare enough as it was, let alone be so successful. "I'll be along soon" he then added, heaving himself out of bed to get himself dressed for dinner.
*Later on*
The new Lord of the House, though the others had yet to know it, arrived at the table dressed in his evening wear. He seemed a good deal more presentable, especially now that the scruff from his face had been shaven away, he ad bathed, and his hair neatly combed and brushed. His trousers and tailcoat were neatly pressed, the white silk puff about his neck delicately fluffed, and overall the young gentleman just seemed more alive than he had. What had caused this change the staff could only guess; however, it was really only the place of the head maid and butler to ask such questions, since they answered directly to the Master of the House.
Though a shock could be seen by many as he suddenly took his place at the head of the table; while not expressly forbidden, most had never known Mortimer to be that bold. But that was pushed back for the moment, and soon the young lad along with his two newest acquaintances were seated at the table. They might find the setting quite expansive: Nearly two dozen pieces of silver, from the oyster fork to the butter knife to the game shears, was laid out neatly before them. However, it wasn't like there wasn't room; a foot or more of space laid between them, allowing plenty of freedom without feeling too confined
And as if to further show to the twins the luxuries of the rich, the walls of bronze littered with designs, dado and frieze in old gold and wainscoting decorated every inch of them and the ceiling. Prompeian red and soft olive draperies hung neatly in the windows. A buffet stood in a corner for the display of his father's ceramics and decorated china. Something that brought a sigh out of the soon-to-be Lord, but he wouldn't dwell on it now. His business was his own, and he didn't need the others trying to pry however unlikely it was they would have tried in the first place.
And as they were seated, the servers came out with the first course: Cream of asparagus soup, freshly made with the rich milk sold in the vendor stands of the market.
This dinner was probably going to be very awkward; already, he could feel the heavy stares of Miss Sutton on him, as if daring herself to talk to the Lord and inquire about what might happen.
