L a u r e n c e C h a m b e r s
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S i g r i d C h a m b e r s
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Sigrid watched the proceedings as the lords chose the ladies they would escort. There was a small disruption as the Thatchers arrived late. Sigrid frowned, realising that the Graysons were still nowhere to be seen. Suppose something had happened to them on the road? She was disturbed from her fears by a man’s voice. She looked and saw the Daverny son, Audric is her memory was right, was standing before her. "Lady Sigrid," He said with a bow. "I would greatly enjoy escorting you to dinner this evening, should you have me that is."
Her family hadn’t had many dealings with the Daverny’s, namely out of a wish not to anger the king by having too close a relationship with the proverbial black sheep. Still, Audric had been the only one to actually approach her. She returned the polite smile. “I’m sure I should enjoy your company, Lord Audric,” she answered, taking his arm as he escorted her.
E l i r a C h a m b e r s
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A l e c C h a m b e r s
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Elira was a little way ahead of the rest of her family, following Desmond into the ground hall. “So, how is it that you are not brunette like your siblings, but lucky enough to be kissed by fire?”
“It comes from my mother’s side of the family, I believe. Every forge needs a flame, otherwise it is only another room.” Elira paused, silently regarding Desmond as he pulled out the chair at the head of the second table. What was he doing?
“Someone as stunning as you should sit at the head of the table so everyone else can admire your beauty.” Elira took her seat. She was sure she had a flush of pink to her cheeks now. The prince thought she was beautiful. The Prince. “Have you ever been to the Black Keep before, My Lady?”
Elira knew that her family had visited the Black Keep before, most noble families had, but she could only recall hazy memories from her infancy of their visits while reparations were happening across the nation. “Many years ago, although I confess, the memory is hazy.” Elira looked around the Grand Hall, taking in the sweep of the ceiling, the portraits lining the walls, the ornate covings that topped the walls. It was a room designed to impress, to awe. “Although, if it is half as beautiful as this room, I won’t forget it again.”
Laurence took Lady Amara’s hand and linked her arm through his. Her hand felt cold to his touch, not cold enough that he could feel it through his sleeve, but he had noticed. Obviously, it was cold in the Dark Wood. It explained her paleness as well. Laurence escorted her to the grand hall, away from their parents. “I’d say breathe, Lady Amara, but I’m never sure how women move in those contraptions, never mind breathe,” he quipped as he guided her down the stairs. A warm smile was on his lips. Quiet didn’t necessarily mean uninterested or vacant, watching Elira grow up had taught him that. Laurence just wanted to make sure the Lady Amara was as comfortable as she could be, even with that torture device strapped around her ribs.
As they came into the hall, Laurence looked around to see where there were free seats. He saw Elira’s hair through the gathering and guided Amara to that table. He wanted to keep an eye on the prince, more so than keep an eye on his sister. He pulled out the seat at the opposite head of the table. ”My lady.”
As for the youngest Chambers, Alec had escorted Brynlee into the hall in time to see Bastion make a show of pulling out a chair for the princess. Alec’s curiosity got the better of him and he guided Brynlee to that table. Bastion was an unknown entity, all the Thorne’s were. It was part of the reason he had guided Laurence towards asking Amara to dinner. Knowledge was the greatest weapon at his disposal in this place. Ever the gentleman, Alec pulled a seat out for Brynlee. Once she had taken her seat, Alec took the seat between herself and Bastion. “Would you care for some wine, my lady?” he asked her.