A Request to Claim or to Make a Claim?
Jul 8, 2013 20:57:56 GMT -5
Post by Lord Daven St. Claire on Jul 8, 2013 20:57:56 GMT -5
Daven decided to somewhat follow Marissa's lead in all of those. Under more normal circumstances, Daven would have simple gone to the duchess, let her know how it was going to work out and that would be the end of the discussion. However, Marisa had, more or less, given him the impression that her Duchess did not work quite in that manner. Courtesy and respect was going to needed here, and thus that presented a challenge to the Dragon of St. Claire. He was not particularly known for either of those qualities. The fact that he truly did desire Marisa de Vere as a mate and wife were in his camp. It meant that he would go to whatever lengths were necessary to attain what he desired.
Any other man would probably be a bit nervous before an important meeting, but Daven was not. It was not that he was overly arrogant that he would succeed, but he was not going to let what might not be plague his thoughts. Doing so was, at best, a waste of time and, at worst, a distraction. Daven most certainly not afford the latter. It was bad enough that his daughters had some reservations about the arrangement, after all!
Marisa had set up the meeting to take place in one of the many sitting rooms of the palace, but she had made certain, courtesy of her uncle, that they would have all the privacy required for such an important discussion. Daven was arrayed in his typical attire: light colored tunic, dark colored pants and comfortable boots. He did make certain they were, at least, presentable clothing that he looked like a duke. He had even trimmed his hair and beard. That would tell Marisa just how serious he was about the meeting.
Delaying himself so that Carissa could arrive first and grow comfortable, Daven arrived a short time after and made his way inside the room. "Lady de Vere. Thank you for taking the time to see me." Ugh. Opening pleasantries. How tedious! But he did, fortunately, have a small smile on his face as he approached her.
Lady Carissa de Vere
Any other man would probably be a bit nervous before an important meeting, but Daven was not. It was not that he was overly arrogant that he would succeed, but he was not going to let what might not be plague his thoughts. Doing so was, at best, a waste of time and, at worst, a distraction. Daven most certainly not afford the latter. It was bad enough that his daughters had some reservations about the arrangement, after all!
Marisa had set up the meeting to take place in one of the many sitting rooms of the palace, but she had made certain, courtesy of her uncle, that they would have all the privacy required for such an important discussion. Daven was arrayed in his typical attire: light colored tunic, dark colored pants and comfortable boots. He did make certain they were, at least, presentable clothing that he looked like a duke. He had even trimmed his hair and beard. That would tell Marisa just how serious he was about the meeting.
Delaying himself so that Carissa could arrive first and grow comfortable, Daven arrived a short time after and made his way inside the room. "Lady de Vere. Thank you for taking the time to see me." Ugh. Opening pleasantries. How tedious! But he did, fortunately, have a small smile on his face as he approached her.
Lady Carissa de Vere