(1310-09-21) Trouble Comes Knocking
Summary: Lady Ailene and lord Narcisse Trevalion pays a visit to lady Irene and a pleasant conversation is cut off in quite an abrupt manner.
RL Date: Date of RP
Related: The Promise and Consequences of wandering in the rain and An angel of Mercy , and A huntress at bay, and Liaison Dangereuse
ailene irene narcisse 

Irene’s Bedchamber — The Dome of the Lady

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This morning is just marvelous! An absolute darkness of a cloudy night has melted away and majestic sunrise in red orange glow poured over the horizon as if the light itself was being splashed from a molten sun. Soon after the vibrant summer rays have pushed through the clouds and have begun to warm the day, the City of Marsilikos have turned into a large anthill with many little ants rushing out from their small homes to take care of the daily routine.

One of those ants was ready to go and visit lady Irene?s chambers when it was approached by the Palace's house servant who guided a couple of nobles who wished to pay a visit for a lady who has been arrested by her own health and a couple of stupid actions made to fall ill. So after being lead by one servant, and then pointed by the other, and finally taken by the third, lady Irene and Narcisse Trevalions ended up in front of the door of their friend.

A house servant knocked on the door and pushed them open. The trio was ready to step in and find a young lady sitting behind a small table. Her eyes leave a sheet of paper burning on a silver plate on that moment and focuses on the guests. She looks mildly bewildered and her arms wrap a very large but warm shawl more tightly around her slim frame. She raises to greet them, "M'lord and m'lady," Irene is wearing a perfectly white nightgown while her mentioned shawl is green and decorated with golden embroidery.

She does look more lean, more pale than before and her hair are far from perfect, more tangled as if she just woke up or never went to sleep. Probably the latter since she also has darkness under her eyes and there is a light tremble in her posture. "What are you doing here?"

Though the day is beautiful, the fire-haired Lady Ailene looks far from appreciating it. She enters Lady Irene's sickroom with her cousin, Lord Narcisse, a basket of raspberry tarts and warm brioche slung about her arm. She looks as sickly as her friend. Her normally fair skin is even paler, there are dark circles under her eyes, as well. Yet, she offers her friend a warm smile. "Lady Irene." she greets her, and though she smiles, the twinkles are missing from her eyes today. "We were informed you were sick." she says, answering Irene's question. "By none other than a certain Vicomte." She gives her friend a wink, though she does playfully scowl. "That certain Vicompte disapproves of this lowly Trevalion girl, and reproached Lord Thibault and I for not paying you a visit." She then inclines her head to Sissy. "I tugged him along, of course." she says, grinning.

The only one who seems to be in a chipper mood of the three seems to be Narcisse then and he has all the reason to. Wearing a rather ordinary blue silken outfit, for his standards, it is accompanied by some black leather boots, which seem to have been cleaned impeccably and he wears them with a smug look on his face just to rub it in. Though he is also wearing a handkerchief with him, maybe to protect himself from anything that might turn out to be infectious. Still, he inclines his head towards Irene "Lady Irene. I hope you will recover soon enough."

"It's very nice of you, thank you!" Lady Irene smiles and steps forward. "But people talk many things. If someone scolds you of some kind of a matter, that doesn't mean they are right and you shall obey. You shouldn't have felt obliged to come to someone whose illness might be infectious. Sometimes one can simply send a letter!" She chuckles and gestures toward the seats at the table while the servant girl parts her lips to oppose. Irene looks at her apologetically. The house servant leaves the room almost with tears in her eyes, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Once the girl is gone, a young lady looks at her friends. "Lady Emmanuelle Shahrizai nó Mandrake is taking care of me here. She set up some rules. according to her, I can be visited only by one person at a time and not longer than for twenty minutes. She said if I will disobey to her rules, she will cause harm and a huge pain to that servant girl of hers. She threatened her life. I am still not sure if she will do it, but those servants of hers are absolutely scared. I guess," Irene shrugs, "This is how Kushelines handle their matters."

But then she looks at Narcisse more, "Excuse me for my look. Did not have nor energy, nor wish to make myself more presentable. Haven't slept the whole night. But I see I am not the only one?" She looks back at Ailene one that.

Ailene smiles again and nods, taking a seat and laying her baskets of tarts upon the table. "I brought these for you." she tells her. "They are baked fresh by Madamoiselle Audrialla." she says. "They always make me feel better." She then looks after the retreating servant girl. "Oh, well." She shrugs. "I am not allowed to go anywhere unaccompanied." she says, as if that should put to rest any worries. "So in order to visit you, I had to have Sissy come with me." She raises her chin, taking on a look of pure Trevalion authority and haughtiness. "You may tell your warden that, for shouldn't we all adhere to the boundaries of propriety?" There it is. That familiar glint of devilishness in her eyes. It flares now, for just a second. "If it would help, I shall be pleased to inform her of the circumstances myself." She grins again, a small flush of color coming back to her cheeks. "I'd have visited sooner, but I had no idea you were ill." she explains. "I had no inkling until Lord Cyriel…" She scowls at the mention of his name. "Informed Lord Thibault and I at the Closing Feast." She takes out a couple of tarts and offers one to Irene and the other to Sissy. "Sissy was very worried when I informed him of it too." she adds, sliding her cousin a sweet smile. "Weren't you, Sissy?" She flutters her lashes. "He even wore his prized boots for our visit."

"Well, it's best not to get into trouble at all…" Narcisse remarks with a distinct sideways glance towards his cousin, before adding with another shrug of the shoulders "Or at least know how to avoid getting the blame, am i not right petit chou?" he says towards Ailene and there's a glint in his own sea blue eyes as he speaks those words with more than a little toadying in his voice. And yet he rolls those eyes a little backwards, as she seems to incline that he couldn't wait to see Irene, even though his reaction is just a cold-blooded one "Well, I couldn't let you get in trouble once again, could I? Like when you stole those boots for that little dirtbag… what was his name again?"

"Thank you," lady Irene accepts the tart. "Madamoiselle Audrialla is very talented. I only have to apologize that I have no refreshments to offer. I have a very specific meal and drinks on my list. Unfortunately, majority of the liquids are of a terrible taste!" She rolls her eyes and nibbles on the tart. An amusement flashes in her eyes when Ailene speaks further. The dark haired lady flashes a glance to the only man in the room, "Was he?" She can barely hold a laugh once she learns how worried Narcisse was. "I wouldn't have guessed that lord Narcisse here has a honey-heart and feels so deep of the people he met but a couple of times! It must be very hard to care about everyone you meet since bad things happen every day to so many of us…" She gives a small wink as if letting the man know that she understands that lady Ailene forced him to come here and then cuts off their interaction, "Anyway, tell me what has been going on outside the walls of the Palace. I only hear rumors from servants."

Ailene smiles wider at Irene. "She is!" she tells her. "I have a regular delivery of her tarts, twice a week." she tells her, reaching in and getting one for herself. She nibbles at it, chews and swallows. "They are my favorite, you see!" she exclaims. She is starting to perk up, even giggling at Narcisse's quip about her getting in trouble, when he mentions a certain 'Little Dirtbag'. Her giggles abruptly cease and fire flashes in her eyes. She stares coldly at her cousin. "I don't know." she replies to his question. "I cannot recall." She then shrugs and turns back to Irene, smiling once more to her while giving Narcisse the cold shoulder for bringing that up. "Oh, ever so much!" she chirps to her, nibbling some more of the tart. "There were the games, of course." she says. "Alas, my family failed to bring home any winning accomplishments this year." She shakes her head. "Oh, but Lord Thibault!" Her eyes start to shine again, a blush rises upon her cheeks. "He made it to the final round of the joust!" she says excitedly. "I was cheering so hard for him!" She sighs all dreamily, all thoughts of any 'Little Dirtbags' completely flying flying out of her head. "I gifted my favor, of course." she tells her, winking knowingly. "I also must thank you for introducing us, Lady Irene." she says, her voice sincerely full of warmth. "He makes me so very happy!" Another little girlish giggle, then she is glancing to whatever it was that Irene was burning when they arrived. She headtilts. "Whatever were you burning?" she asks her, peeking over. She glances at Narcisse out of the corner of her eye, as if she is trying to figure out if he saw it.

Narcisse lets the girls chatter about the raspberry tarts and idly sits back in his seat, clearly showing his disinterest in that topic. Though then he arches an eyebrow towards Irene and can't help a little smirk and a sarcastic nod of his head "True… oh so many things to worry about even in the city of Marsilikos alone…" he comments dryly, before reaching out to gently pat his cousin's hand, when he senses her overreaction on his little teasing. Yes, even him can show some care about people dear to him every once in a while, though he remains silent for now, not being able to think of any soothing words right now, letting the touch hopefully be enough. And then another question is asked and his eyes fall upon Irene as well with another inquiring gaze, as he expects an answer himself.

"Well, I am glad that you are enjoying yourself," Irene smiles at the redhead girl and then sits down on the edge of her own bed. She pushes aside some of the pillows and takes one to set it on her lap and simply lay her hands there which still hold a part of the tart. Though, once Ailene mentions a silver plate and a small pile of ashes there, Irene's gaze wanders toward it and the smile fades. She shrugs. "Nothing." Then she takes out a bite of the tart. Chews. Swallows. Looks back at Ailene. "Yes, I heard that lord Thibault almost won the joust, didn't he? I still need to remember to inform him that a second lesson of dancing will not be necessary. Maybe you could let him know? Just tell him I appreciate that he found time for the first lesson but I no longer wish to continue. Thank you, lady Ailene!" The corners of her lips jump upward politely forming a smile and Irene looks at Narcisse. "But I also heard that someone hit a blacksmith's son with an arrow? I wonder which of the champions did it and is the son is fine now?" Her gaze then starts to wander from Narcisse to his cousin and back to him.

Ailene really looks interested now! She looks from the ashes, to Irene, back to the ashes and then back to Irene again. There is definitely questions in her eyes, but she isn't rude so doesn't keep asking about it. Instead, she keeps her smile and also squeezes Narcisse's hand, sliding him a look to let him know that she forgives him for his meanness. "I will tell him, of course." she assures Irene. "When next I see him." Her cheeks flush again and the look of pallor and illness she had when she walked in is slowly disappearing. She even looks a little happy again. She takes another nibble of the tart. "He and I are seeing each other now." she tells her. "Though I don't think his cousin, your humorless Vicomte, approves of me." She seems to think that is funny and it makes her giggle a bit. "He quite insulted me." she chirps. Funny enough, she doesn't seem mad about it in the least. "So how did you get ill in the first place?" she asks Irene, then passes Sissy another tart. "I don't remember." she says to him, furrowing her brow. "Did you meet Lord Thibault's cousin at the Closing Ceremony or was it after you left?" About the archery contest…." She almost chokes on her tart from the burst of laughter that threatens to erupt at Lady Irene's question. She quickly swallows and composes herself. "It was such a shame, wasn't it?" she asks, glancing with twinkling eyes over to Sissy. "One wonders how a person with no archery experience at all even had the gall to compete."

A bit of the tension leaves Narcisse's body, as his apology is accepted without any words exchanged between the two like they were siblings and not just cousins. Still he can't help a little grin at the fancying of Thibault from her side, when he receives the tart. Taking a short nip himself, he is luckily just in time to swallow the pieces all the way down before the topic of the archery contest comes up. And yet, he swallows briefly, before nodding in agreement with Ailene "Yes, such behavior is definitely… unacceptable." he says, trying to sound as convincing as he can, before taking another bite of the tart. Yum.

"Well, congratulations are in order then," Irene raises her tart as a toast when Ailene confesses that she is dating lord Thibault, officially. Though, the redhead lil bird brings a raise of Irene's eyebrow when she speaks further. "My humorless Vicomete? I am sorry, you must be misinformed. Lord Cyriel is not mine and while he might appear humorless, the man is simply old enough not to be interested in the young love. I believe as a Vicomte of House Charlot, lord Cyriel is more focused on an important family matters. He is a rational man who counts every word and every action, lady Ailene. I am sure that you simply mistook his more political judgement of your relationship for an insult." Lady Irene takes a bite of the tart before nodding and agreeing with people's view on the choices made by the one of the archery contest participants. Then her attention moves from Narcisse to lady Ailene. "Do you remember that day when we met under the oak? Of course, you do! Wasn't that the day when you met lord Thibault? So, that day I have been spending a lot of time outside and was completely soaked. When I caught a cold gust of wind while I was going home. So, I received cold. Unfortunately, my fever was increasing at quite a fast pace and my coughing grew worse with each day to the point where I started to cough out blood. That is when my care has been given to lady Emmanuelle. She is the best healer in the City of Marsilikos if not more. She said I was sent to her right on time. Few hours later and she might have not been able to help me. Many people die from whatever has fell on me." Though, a young lady takes another bite of a tart quite casually and stares down at her pillow for now.

Ailene is smiling happily at the congratulations but Irene's reaction to her words about Lord Cyriel has her turning it upside down, into a frown. "I was only jesting with you about him being yours." she pouts, tapping her tart with her finger. She then sits up straighter and raises her chin. "I am a very good match, politically." she declares, looking over to Narcisse. "Aren't I Sissy?" she asks him. She nods and looks back at Irene. "My father is the Marquis of Evreux, the brother of the Duc of Azzalle." she says. "My mother is the sister of our wonderful Lady Of Marsilikos." she adds. "My oldest brother is the greatest, most famous swordsman in all the land, too." she says, though she leaves out the part about Lord Cyriel actually beating him in the sword duel. "I am a Trevalion, directly descended from Azza, himself." Another nod. She looks at Sissy. "He is, too." she adds, including him in her speech, emphasizing how illustrious, noble and accomplished the Trevalion family is. It is clear that she is a scion, with how the pride radiates from her. "Oh, and my cousin Arsene is the second best swordsman in the land." she adds, remembering that one, too. "My other brother is a famous scholar and artist." She looks to Sissy. "Who and what else?" she asks him. However, she isn't angry at Irene at all. In fact, listing all the things that makes her family so wonderful and special has raised her mood especially high. Young Ladies blessed with all those wonderful qualities don't need 'Little Dirtbags', after all. Her eyes do widen, though, when she hears Irene explain how she became ill. "Goodness!" she exclaims. "Sissy and I are used being wet or at least damp." she says. "We are always by the seaside, so rain doesn't make us sick." She reaches over to pat her arm and gives her a worried look. "You are too delicate, Lady Irene." she tells her. "You must get well soon and then build up your body and health so you do not get sick again."

Ailene is smiling happily at the conratulations but Irene's reaction to her words about Lord Cyriel has her turning it upside down, into a frown. "I was only jesting with you about him being yours." she pouts, tapping her tart with her finger. She then sits up straighter and raises her chin. "I am a very good match, politically." she declares, looking over to Narcisse. "Aren't I Sissy?" she asks him. She nods and looks back at Irene. "My father is the Marquis of Evreux, the brother of the Duc of Azzalle." she says. "My uncle is the father of our wonderful Lady Of Marsilikos." she adds. "My oldest brother is the greatest, most famous swordsman in all the land, too." she says, though she leaves out the part about Lord Cyriel actually beating him in the sword duel. "I am a Trevalion, directly descended from Azza, himself." Another nod. She looks at Sissy. "He is, too." she adds, including him in her speech, emphasizing how illustrious, noble and accomplished the Trevalion family is. It is clear that she is a scion, with how the pride radiates from her. "Oh, and my cousin Arsene is the second best swordsman in the land." she adds, remembering that one, too. "My other brother is a famous scholar and artist." She looks to Sissy. "Who and what else?" she asks him. However, she isn't angry at Irene at all. In fact, listing all the things that makes her family so wonderful and special has raised her mood especially high. Young Ladies blessed with all those wonderful qualities don't need 'Little Dirtbags', after all. Her eyes do widen, though, when she hears Irene explain how she became ill. "Goodness!" she exclaims. "Sissy and I are used being wet or at least damp." she says. "We are always by the seaside, so rain doesn't make us sick." She reaches over to pat her arm and gives her a worried look. "You are too delicate, Lady Irene." she tells her. "You must get well soon and then build up your body and health so you do not get sick again."

"Yes, some take life more seriously." Narcisse can't help but send a smirk in Ailene's direction as he says those words and lifts his chin upwards as if speaking of himself as well in this case. No, he is no troublemaker. Taking another bite of the tart, he then leans back for a moment, chuckling ever so politely as his cousin goes on and on about how she makes such a glorious match "Well, if one can handle your getting in trouble every now and then that is…" he remarks with a grin of his own, before nodding towards what she has to say "Yes, being blessed by Azza himself we are known to be more resilient towards mere illness i believe." and with those words his own chest swells ever the more.

"Indeed, lady Ailene! Your family is great. Forgive me," Irene sets the remenants of the tart on a silver plate. "I hope none of you got offended. Don't listen what a simple lady of a simple family speaks. My knowledge of the politics is not that good," she offers a humble smile. There is no sarcasm in her words as the brown haired woman is simply more modest and composed, or maybe a bit too tired to start a tirade of her own. The suggestion to grow stronger and train her body the young lady accepts with a nod. Though, she does not give an extended comment on the matter. Instead, she changes the subject one more time. "Have you received that intriquing invitation to the dances arranged at the Salon? The one of Heliotropes? I am not planing to go since I find it a bit too intimate for my taste. What about you? I believe you must go as lord Thibault is quite a dancer!" A brief glance is given to the lord Narcisse as well, "Do you enjoy dancing as well or you will only have to go if lady Ailene goes since you are her chaperone of sorts, if I understand correctly?" She chuckles.

Ailene shakes her head and grins to Irene. "I am not upset at you, Lady Irene." she says. "I am more put out that Lord Cyriel would think I am not up to par as a partner for his cousin." she says. She chuckles and lowers her voice. "I am quite the catch, as I noted." Her eyes are twinkling again, though, and it is plain to see that she is teasing. Or is she? She looks to Narcisse. "Narcisse is quite the catch, too." she says, a bit pointedly. She even used his true name! "He is a Trevalion and the son of the Comte d'Amiens." she says. "Plus, he is very intelligent and makes loads of ducats in the shipping trade." She nods again, for emphasis, and smiles happily at her cousin. It is plain to see that she is extremely proud of him. "I don't /always/ get in troublw." she then reminds him, fluttering her lashes innocently. "Sometimes I behave properly." She sits up straight again. "I am actually getting much better at behaving, as a matter of fact." She then ruins it by sticking out her tongue at him playfully. She finishes her tart and then looks back to Irene. "I am very excited about it." she tells her, bouncing a little in her seat. "I have not yet spoken to Lord Thibault about it, but I hope he will want to go with me." She blushes again. "I have danced with him before." she says, and it makes her giggle. "Though we were really quite drunk and he didn't do so well." More girlish giggles. "You mustn't tell him I told you, though." she says to her. "He was really so very cute, though." She does indeed look totally smitten with him. "He is absolutely adorable when he has inbibed too much!"

Narcisse smirks even more at the praise sent his way by his cousin and can his ego grow even bigger than it is right now? He nearly oozes it normally already, but he grins sheepishly at Ailene "I didn't know you had such an interest in politics, cousin? Or at least matchmaking…" Or maybe he did and he sighs a little, as if her expecting to match him up with the next best woman of noble blood. Finishing his own tart, as well, he then focuses on Irene and shakes his head "I can't say that for sure yet. And there are quite a few of our extended family in the city at the moment who could escort Ailene as well. And Lord Thibault of course…"

"A little bit of trouble is what a life of an heir to Vicomte might need. Though, while you believe that you both are a perfect marriage material to each other, and I could agree on that, it will be not for you to decide. Your families will have to make a final word and sign the treaty. Though, you are fortunate that the marriage is nothing more but a political union and you can love whatever your heart desires to admire." Irene also finishes off her tart before adding, "I read that in some other countries this is not the case and you can not have additional relationship out of the marriage. How interesting!" Then a young lady wraps her arms more tightly around the pillow. She straightens her back up as well before speaking further while her gaze wanders from one visitor to the other, "My brother Gauge knows that I will follow my duties and I will not oppose to his choice. I completely trust his judgement and I know that he will pick a correct partner to me when a time of need will come. Someone who will be of high value to our family, I hope. I simply wish to easy his already hard work by not raising winds at his requests. After all, it's quite hard to take over the duties as the head of the house after an unexpected death of my eldest brother and father. Poor Gauge never even dreamed being stuck behind the table full of piles of papers!" Irene shakes her head and then waves it off. "Forgive me, we are not here to talk about me! Please, tell me more of the recent events. I really feel as if I am in a prison!"

Ailene listens to Irene and waves a hand. "Oh Auggie has already met him and has given his approval." she says with a smile. "Most likely, my papa will to, if it ever progresses that far." She looks as if she would gladly accept if such a match would end up progressing, but she also seems to know how things work. "You must see, though, that the Charlot's would gain much by such an alliance, if a match does indeed occur." she points out. She then looks at Sissy with a serious expression. "Oh, I very much am." she tells him. "I may not be as smart as some other young ladies are about such things, but I pay attention and I know my position well." She then breaks into a grin. "I also know that…." and here she slides a devious look to Irene, about to impart some sage advice. "It doesn't hurt to choose someone suitable yourself, beforehand, and then present them to your family." She raises her chin, obviously thinking how brilliant she is. "It saves them the trouble of bothering with you and, if you are smart and choose someone beneficial anyway, you will please them." She nods. "The most important part is, you will not find yourself in a position where you are powerless and must go where you are told." She giggles. "The most wonderful part is, though," she tells them slyly, "I genuinely care for Lord Thibault. So if, one day a suit is made, I shan't oppose it nor shan't I bemoan my fate." She may not look and act like it a lot, but she can obviously be sly and calculating when she needs to be. When the subject turns to having other lovers, though….Her demeanor changes instantly. The twinkles once more leave her eyes and one can almost see herself erecting a wall between herself and her other companions. She shrugs. "Love As Thy Wilt, of course." she says with a tight smile. "Though I think, for the time being anyway, I shall only concentrate on one man at a time." Then, as Irene mentions her brother, the coolness in her visage fades. "Oh, that reminds me!" she exclaims. "I saw your other brother!" she tells her. "The extremely handsome one." She giggles. "At the Alban Revelry. He was very drunk, too!" She looks to Sissy and pouts. "You really should have come." she whines at him. "There was dancing and so much drinking!" The twinkles reappear in her eyes again. "Lord Thibault and I got so very drunk and danced and we also got painted with blue woad!" Now, she lowers her voice and her eyes grow wide and playful. "He took his shirt off and I took mine off so that I was bare breasted." she confesses in an amused whisper. "We held hands and stares into each others' eyes as they painted us."

Narcisse keeps himself more or less in the background as the chatttering goes on and on, though he chimes in every now and then, like when he says "I, for myself, am only looking on the side for the right match to find… if /someone/ leaves me much of a choice anyway…" with a wink given into Aily chatterbox' direction. "And yes, I hardly believe those… savages can live and produce children without any emotions involved at all." Not that he would show much of an emotion on the outside himself to begin with. The mention of pile of papers makes him flash a grin nonetheless "Well I'm lucky enough to be only the 5th in line in my branch of the family to inherit, so I guess that task won't ever fall upon me unless fate strikes us really hard, Elua beware us." It is then that his eyes fall upon Ailene and he just shakes his head "Bare-chested? Well, I doubt I could have stopped you from your escapades right there so it might have actually been better I was not around or I might have dragged you out by that fiery hair of yours…" he says, teasingly sticking out his tongue just to prove a point.

<FS3> Irene rolls Composure: Success. (2 1 4 8 3 5 4)

Irene listens and watches how the other lady's emotions change faster than anyone could imagine. Sometimes her attention goes from her to Narcisse but since Ailene is the one who does the talking, Irene is politely focusing her attention on the redhead. She nods now and then. She also hears out what Narcisse has to say and nods at his opinion as well. Though, once the other lady finishes her thoughts off and makes a confession, then the d'Eresse lady suddenly cuts it short and says, "That's wanderful." The words are more plain holding nor joy, nor sadness. No emotions at all one would say. Just a simple polite statement. Irene raises to her feet wearing a forced polite smile. "I have to apologize you both. I really do not want to appear impolite and I appreciate the visit you have payed to me. However, we already have passed way over half an hour. I am honestly worried about terrible things lady Emmanuelle is going to do to her servant if my guests will exceed the visiting time limits." A beat. "Also, as I mentioned before, I haven't slept at all. But again, thank you for your visit and the tarts. It was delicious!"

<FS3> Ailene rolls Perception: Good Success. (5 7 1 4 8 3 7)

Ailene sticks her tongue out at Sissy again and sits up straighter, pushing out her chests. Her bosom is rather full, but she is dressed modestly, so it's not like she's showing them anything they can't already see. However, her eyes are devilish as she teases and taunts them. "Lord Thibault says he likes them a lot!" she says, giggling at Narcisse and sticking her thumbs on her head, palms out and wiggling her fingers. "Ner ner ner!" she teases him, going, in that instant, from the mature, haughty and all-knowing Lady to a mischievous little girl. She then flashes him a brilliant smile and turns back to Irene, all ready to keep chattering up a storm, when Irene suddenly cools and is ready to dismiss them. The redhead blinks and stares at her for a moment. "Lady Irene." she says, headtilting. "Whatever is the matter?" She glances at Sissy to see if he has any idea. "What did I say that upset you?" She frowns and glances down at her chest. "It sure wasn't the part about me going bare breasted." She looks back to her, examining her face closely. "It's what I said about marriage, isn't it?"

Narcisse nearly buries his head in hands as his cousin turns all childish out of a sudden, though he doesn't blush or anything remotely close to that, maybe they know each other better than friends from their teen years or he is just being too serious right now. Blinking briefly at Irene's reaction still, the young Trevalion Lord rises up and reaches to tag Ailene along with him "I think we should really better take a leave now. I wish you get better soon Lady Irene and forgive my cousin she can be quite… loopheaded sometimes.."

Irene was ready to part her lips at Ailene's inquiries and who knows what she would have said but then Narcisse interferes. The young lady seems to grow more comfortable as the tension leaves her shoulders and her grateful gaze finds his, "Thank you for understanding, lord Narcisse. I can see that the day is going to be warm and quite beautiful," She gestures towards the window through which the rays of sun fill up the room with a bright light. "So, I wish you to spend it efficiently and that the day would not grow cloudy by the evening!"

Ailene whips her face to Narcisse and tilts her head. She gives him a confused look, and mouth, "What?" to him, clearly confused. Afetr all, unless her cousin was some weird and pervy closet voyeur, there was no 'experimentation' going on between them when they were younger. Ever. She blinks, looks at him a moment then shoes him her fist, before shrugging and turning back to Irene. She frowns, clearly confused as what she said that upset her, but rises and fixes upon her face a polite smile. "You are welcome for the tarts, of course." she tells her. "I do wish you a very speedy recovery." she tells her sincerely. She then looks back to Narcisse, shows him her fist again, subtly, as though whatever it is, it had to be his fault, clearly. "I am going home to take a nap." she mumbles. "I had a bit too much to drink last night." There is another a sigh and a could passes over her features again. She starts walking toward the door, but seems to remember something. "Oh." She turns back to Irene and smiles. "Lord Cyriel was very much concerned about you." she murmurs. "And very much defended your name when Lord Thibault and I were teasing him." She then adds, hastily, "Though we said nothing bad, do not worry." Her smile now is warm and gentle. "I am dumb most of the time." she tells her. "But we were, quite heatedly, reproached." With that she motions for Sissy to depart with her.

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