Post by Lady Daniels on Jun 3, 2005 17:26:54 GMT -8
The trip to Paris had been abrupt. So abrupt in fact, that Isaac had summoned her to his side seemingly out of the blue one evening. She had arrived as quickly as she could. His Highness was already waiting for her, in a stretch car with one door open. A ghoul stood by that door to receive her, and she gestured for Aries to return to WhiteHall. As the blue BMW quietly slipped away and faded into the distance, she moved to join her Prince. Though he was obscured by the shadows lingering within, she could almost feel his presence; the nearing proximity as her steps bridged the chasm.
She silently thanked her instincts, having changed her more casual attire for dress suited for this meeting prior to leaving WhiteHall. A simple green suit was foregone for now commonplace skirts, long enough to brush the ground. Ivory was the shade this evening, the suit jacket possessing an exaggerated collar raised up to the ears. Upon the back, embroidered in white thread and somewhat difficult to see against the offtone, was a depiction of feathered wings. Wild hair was reined in, a long braid curled into a bun. Spectacles rested upon her nose, a subtle reminder.
The ghoul gestured towards the car, and she took her place within, and looked to her left to meet the Prince’s gaze. He smiled slightly in greeting, but his words were a contrast deep enough to cut through the almost pleasant atmosphere. She would never be completely at ease in his presence, but her service seemed to outweigh any desire he may have to immediately eliminate her; and this was a small measure of security.
“We are called to Paris. We leave immediately. The domain will be left in capable hands in our absence. God willing, we will return before we are missed.”
Paris. She remembered very well the time she had spent there. Bowing her head slightly, she ignored the ghoul who pushed the door closed, the car’s gentle movement as it pulled away; gathering speed on its way to meet the private plane that awaited them.
Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
The flight was uneventful. She spent her time in thought, reflecting upon the present dilemma. In the very least, they would soon learn the fate of their clansman; whose presence had been the likely reason why they were en route to Europe. Isaac had given her the details in his customary manner – few words, speaking volumes.
“Alixandra told the Archon. She also named the White Queen. We are being given an opportunity to explain ourselves before the Justicariate.”
To this, she only gave a slight nod. “Alixandra knows that evading an Archon is unwise. In the very least, it gives me an opportunity to see Her Majesty again."
The landing was equally uneventful. A car was waiting for them as they disembarked, and as quickly as you please; Prince and Seneschal were whisked off. Meanwhile, the jet was directed to a little used terminal for refueling.[/font]