THREAD: Katryn & Orson
WHO: Katryn & Orson WHEN: Evening, Around 7pm WHERE: Katryn's Suite WHAT: Lines have been drawn and intentions established and he's passed the test. RATING: I don't know why I bother I have no idea and no control. I think she still kinda resents him so IDK.
The invitation that was sent to Orson Lander was simple and formal, hand delivered by one of Katryn's ladies. It was on thick, expensive black stationary, hand written in sloping gold cursive, inviting to her rooms at 7:00pm for a drink and desserts. No other details were written, simply signed by the princess. She expected no other answer other then his prompt arrival when she had requested. His own hand written response was delivered back to her and this both surprised and amused the princess. The betrothed pair had spent an adequate amount of time in public together, attended every ball or party that was requested of her, showed that they didn't loathe each other, that they were doing their part as had been demanded of them. And Katryn had given the Lord his own tests, to prove his loyalty, that he was worthy of her plans and being her partner in revenge. And he had passed them all, with flying colors, giving her even more information he had gained then she had intended. Her own investigation into his past and character had satisfied her.
But even with all that being said, they had spent no time alone. What she knew of Lord Orson Langer was merely words on a paper, whispers and rumors. And so the invitation had been extended, which they both knew wasn't really an invitation, but merely a formal 'request' to join her. Her betrothed arrived promptly at the requested time, roses in hand, which she accepted with a smile that didn't reach her cold eyes. Allowing him into the luxurious suite that was the princess' living quarters, strains of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata played through the opulent rooms. The princess herself was dressed in her trademark black, a gesture since the death of her twin and her soulmate. The formal long flowing gown was made of a soft tulle netting, floating around her as she moved, her white hair half pinned up, the only jewelry she wore was the locket that had been Kiera's around her slender neck, nestled in the hollow of her graceful throat.
Indicating he should follow her into the sitting room the princess lead the way, stopping to pour them both a generous glass of red wine, before taking a seat on one of the pristine soft white sofas, leaving him to decide if he would sit beside her or across from her, dark eyes trained on him holding weight in them, because his choice held meaning. Would he continue to defer to her as princess or would he assert his own place beside her? Truthfully, Katryn didn't know what she wanted him to do, she had a plan for either choice, it was just a matter of knowing if she had a future consort or a King at her side. He made his choice and nothing showed on her face as she raised her glass to her dark lips.
"I thought it was time we got to know each other, Orson," the use of his name informally was quite on purpose. "In a more intimate and personal setting."