The muslin gown that she is currently wearing -- for she had recently been invited to attend dinner with a nearby acquaintance; for want of better entertainment she had agreed and was in the midst of her travels when she was unceremoniously swept from the country road -- is rather fine and quite well-suited to her complexion, it being light and ( Read more... )

Galina Maraloffski saunters in, completely self-assured and in control. She is amazingly tall, slender, and beautiful like her mother, but something in her features is a little hard and cruel, inherited from her father. She looks around for a moment. This place is unfamiliar, but she wouldn't be here if she couldn't use it to her advantage in some ( Read more... )

And in walks a young man. He's smiling rather broadly, and holding a daisy. If the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, it's not too terribly much of a problem.

"Hello. My name is Francis. My father is a count. He also enjoys swordfighting, and studying pain through torture and invention. He really is rather brilliant."

[Um. Francis Rugen ( Read more... )