(1310-06-06) Intimidating Prospects
Summary: Belmont is joined for breakfast by a surprise guest. Talk turns towards impending plans of betrothal and excursions.
RL Date: Wed Jun 06, 1310
Related: Recent Gauge/Aziza and Belmont/Gabrielle stuff
aziza belmont 

Eresse Townhouse

The Eresse residence combines rustique naval charme with a certain noble elegance, as can be seen from the interior of the parlor, where a few windows light the room generously during the day. At the wall hangs a shield with the family crest, the green ship on a field of white. Dark mahogany furniture provides a nice contrast to the green color favored in the upholstery in the furniture. A table with a number of elegantly carved chairs govern one side of room, set before a wall that sports a few paintings of naval scenes. To the other side, there is the hearth, plain dark grey marble, which has a variety of small ship models arranged upon the mantelpiece. Before the hearth, a few comfortable armchairs have been arranged, green cushions thrown in to add more comfort. %r%rA door at the back leads to the kitchens and a stairway leading upstairs towards the private quarters of Eresse lords and ladies currently residing in the city.


On this wonderful spring morning, Belmont is already up and about. Having just come down the stairs he has sent a servant off to the kitchens to get some breakfast for him, and now he sits there waiting at the table, legs crossed, one elbow on the table, hand touched against his forehead. His features look definitely similar to those of Gauge, as often is the case with brothers. There may be a bit less stubble though. Belmont's gaze is a bit thoughtful, directed anywhere and nowhere as he seems to be lost in his own contemplations.

Aziza is slipping her way downstairs from where the private quarters are located, no guard in sight it seems. Dressed in her normal attire of sheer silks, she's obviously been awake for a bit as she does seems refreshed. Pushing her long dark hair out of her face, those kohl lined brown eyes look around a bit before landing upon that other d'Eresse she had met so briefly. A slight smile tugs at her lips as she comes to a halt near that table. "Good morning…." A slight bow as she does before standing up straight. "Wasn't…expecting someone to be downstairs. Didn't mean to interrupt any…." A beat. She looks over his features before continuing. "…quiet musings."

Belmont looks up, his eyes widening slightly as he beholds Aziza, before his expression softens. "Ah… Lady Ambassador." How awkward that greeting sounds, given the context. His gaze flicks briefly over her attire, and Belmont moves to stand. "You are not interrupting anything, I assure you.", he clears his throat, inclining his head in greeting. "I must apologize… You didn't expect to see someone down here, probably. And I've been a bit scarce, lately." His look isn't unfriendly. Just a touch awkward. "My brother is still asleep?", he wonders.

Aziza seems amused by his expression but says nothing. Folding her hands in front of her she glances to the table a moment, thinking before looking back to him. "No need to apologize. This is your home after all…I am just visiting." There's a look as she seems to be not quite assessing him but trying to get a read of him as she continues. "Scarce? Well people do have things to see and people to….see." A coy smile tugs at her lips as she then motions to the table. "Mind if I have a seat….?" She then just….pulls out a chair to have a seat as her hand moves to her side. "And yes…I believe the Baron said he was going to go back to sleep. I was slowly making my way back to the palace so my guards don't come looking for me at some point and to practice some things."

"Oh…!" Belatedly his lapse in manners sinks in, as Belmont is quick to gesture towards the seat Aziza has elected to choose for herself. "Feel free… Do you want anything? A breakfast of sorts?" Looking up he waves to the servant with a pointed glance towards their guest. The servant who had just appeared with a tray, turns right back to the kitchens - only to appear later with an extra plate and set of cutlery. "Please. Join me for breakfast. I'd be honored," Belmont assures Aziza, now slowly resuming his own seat from before. "Truth be told," he begins. "I may be engaged soon. It is a matter Gauge brought on the way, so right now, I'm often… elsewhere. Keeping the woman company, whom, Companions willing, I may be joined to in marriage." A happy prospect, but also a little frightening, as Aziza may be able to see from the flicker in his eyes. "He's spoken to me about you," Belmont continues then, after the servant has poured them two cups of tea and then left them with some bread, cheese and smoked ham. And a bowl of strawberries. "Gauge… seems to be very fond of you, Lady Ambassador," he states quietly, as soon as they are amongst themselves. "He also mentioned that he'd be leaving Marsilikos soon. On a mission that pertains somewhat to you."

Aziza chuckles as as she watches his reaction and smiles. "That would be….nice but I don't want to intrude. I can always have something back at my suite with the men." But before she could even fully declined that place setting for her was brought out. Looking over the tray she then smiles over at Belmont. "Well it would be rude for me to decline since you did provide a setting." Relaxing slightly, she then smirks a bit at his prospect of marriage. "Oh? And who is the lucky woman in question? As for your being elsewhere…it is smart to pay attention to her and her needs. Need to keep her please…." A wink is given then as she watches the tea poured and slowly picks up that cup. Her eyes close as she inhales the tea then smiles. "Mmm." Returning her gaze back to the d'Eresse she then seems to be caught off guard. "Yes…well….I am quite fond of the Baron as well. He's wonderful company and we have a bit in common." Taking a slow sip she keeps her eyes one him as she continues. "And yes. I will be accompanying him to translate if need be. He seeks to look into my attack…..which I assured him that my Pharaoh will more than likely try to see to but as he said time is of the essence."

"The lucky woman in question…" Belmont rolls his eyes a bit at that. "She is fortunately someone I get along with quite well. The whole matter of marriage came as a bit of surprise, though." He lifts his brows. "I'm not sure how well you are acquainted with d'Angeline ways, Lady Ambassador, but… Most people are content to follow Elua's Precept without having to worry about… a more serious attachment. In my case…I very much doubted I could be what they call… tempting marriage material. I've been a younger son all my life. Our father even thought about sending me off to become a Cassiline guard. Elua be thanked, he did change his mind, about that at least." A fine smirk there. "Her name is Gabrielle Delaunay, the Vicomtesse de Rognac. She'll also be Comtesse one day… Ah, Companions, the longer I think about it the less likely all of this appears to happen."

Aziza lets out a laugh at the eyeroll. "I have become quite informed of your ways here, my lord. It's been enlightening to say the least….and oh so intriguing." Picking up that tea, she motions to it. "But I understand it is similar…that I can be for political gain. I think it is wonderful if you can at least be matched with someone that doesn't get on your nerves." That smirk stays on her lips as she watches him intently. "And….never doubt yourself. I am sure my father considers me a lost cause….I like it that way…always have so don't discount yourself no matter what your parents might have thought. So if you can get some kind of alliance out of it as well as someone that's not a complete bore in life and in the bed….take it and run if you can."

Belmont's fingers curl about the cup in his hand. "She's…", his gaze goes distant, a glint there that echoes the smile curving his lips. "A true marvel. Perhaps I am hesitant to get my hopes high. The prospect is… slightly intimidating and I'll have to learn a lot to adjust to such a… situation." His grey-blue eyes find Aziza again. "Part of me wishes we'd just remain lovers. It is so much simpler, in a way. But then… I believe it will be to the benefit of House d'Eresse." Leaning forward, he snatches a slice of bread from the bowl. "I know Gauge doesn't want me to come along for this mission. He's been quite specific about it. I've been to the city states quite often, on trade missions, and I speak and understand Caerdicci quite well. About that attack…" His brows furrow a little. "As you and he are going to investigate. You have to promise me that you will be careful. For your sake. But his as well."

Aziza smiles at that look and chuckles a bit. "Well nothing ventured is nothing gained, my lord. You have to at least try. I know that there are things that might be difficult for me but I shall not take it lying down but face it head on. You never know what you can accomplish if you just try, hm?" A wink before she then sighs as she sets that cup down. "If the Baron reached for you…he cares. From what I understand from him, it is just you and he. It might be a benefit for your house but it can be benefit for you." A warm smile is given to the man but as he speaks of Caerdicci it falters slightly. "Well….yes. That is a tactical blunder if I have saw one to have the last two both go. However…if you really want to go….maybe I can speak to him about. It might help to have another translator and diplomat just in case…." Her brown eyes stay on him but then she tilts her head. "I will be careful. He has insisted upon armor of your lands instead of mine as well. I am not a swordsman….I cheat….and use a bow. So if something happens, my men will protect me and I will be there to take out whom I can from a far. Let's pray to the gods it down not come to swords." She then chuckles as she looks to the foods. "Don't worry….I'll make sure he does not get in trouble on my account. He seems intent on finding out and I want to but I won't let him do it alone…."

"I shall take your words as encouragement," Belmont muses, shaking his head a little as if to get rid of troubling thoughts. "Yes, it is his concern that we shouldn't risk us both going - because we can never know what will happen. I shall honor his wish in this." Even as the ghost of a frown touches his features. "Thank you for offering to help there, though. Besides, I believe Gabrielle would have objections to me going, as well." His expression shifts into a smile. "For completely selfish reasons, of course. But also as she still needs to wait for word from her mother, the Comtesse Delaunay." He takes a bite from his bread, chewing slowly as he considers what Aziza tells him, about her martial skills. "There is nothing dishonorable in pursuing archery. It is a skill I lack understanding of, though. I favor the sword. Of course." A nod then. "While I understand that you must go with him… I shall pray to Elua for your safe return."

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