Post by Paris Shahrizai (I) on Feb 26, 2007 15:58:54 GMT -5
I wasn't sure what I wanted more for my sixteenth birthday - A new wardrobe - a celebration - a visit to the Night Court - or my own place in the City. Thankfully it wasn't that hard to decide; I simply demanded all of them, and as I was my father's favorite I got everything I wanted, it was only a matter of sweet talking him into it.
The clothes I bought were absolutely gorgeous and my natal celebration was grand, just a small family affair but wonderful fun nonetheless; my cousins stealing me away after wards to celebrate properly at the Night Court. And six months later, as promised, my father set me up with a wonderful town house in the city.
Moving in was the most fun; I had a handful of staff members, all personally hand picked by my father and I, each one of them eager to please and willing to do just about anything to keep me happy.
"Lady Shahrizai, there are three very suitable rooms in this house that would be to your liking, would you mind choosing where you would like your room to be?" The seneshall asked me, bowing deeply as he addressed me.
"I shall," I said pleasantly, a sweet smile gracing my features, "Would you mind showing them to me?" I asked, turning to my father with a smile.
"Alright sweetheart," he said, giving in easily to my charms.
We toured the house, taking our own sweet time at it, finally settling on the east facing room above the gardens for my apartments; the two storied town house had a grand view of the city from there and I fell in love with it the moment I saw it.
"This shall do quite nicely, thank you." I told Marcel, dismissing him with a gesture. When he had disappeared downstairs to arrange things I turned to my father and ran into his arms. I wasn't too old to not show some form of appreciation and so I embraced him gratefully, thankful for a moments' peace.
"I really like the place, father, thank you." I said simply, standing back to look up at him, smiling brightly.
"Your very welcome, Paris." he said, a kind smile on his face, "I've let our benefactor in the city know of your arrival, but you can send for me if there is anything else you need." He told me, his arm resting on my shoulder affectionately.
We stood there for a moment or two just looking at each other until the reappearance of my senashall broke the moment and he stepped back from me. Marcel going about directing the transfer of my luggage and personal items to my rooms as my father bid me farewell and leaving me to tend to my affairs, letting me know that he would available if I needed him.
I thanked him kindly and went about ordering things put here and there, looking forward to enjoying myself however I wished without a backward glance over my shoulder looking for my mother's shadow.
The clothes I bought were absolutely gorgeous and my natal celebration was grand, just a small family affair but wonderful fun nonetheless; my cousins stealing me away after wards to celebrate properly at the Night Court. And six months later, as promised, my father set me up with a wonderful town house in the city.
Moving in was the most fun; I had a handful of staff members, all personally hand picked by my father and I, each one of them eager to please and willing to do just about anything to keep me happy.
"Lady Shahrizai, there are three very suitable rooms in this house that would be to your liking, would you mind choosing where you would like your room to be?" The seneshall asked me, bowing deeply as he addressed me.
"I shall," I said pleasantly, a sweet smile gracing my features, "Would you mind showing them to me?" I asked, turning to my father with a smile.
"Alright sweetheart," he said, giving in easily to my charms.
We toured the house, taking our own sweet time at it, finally settling on the east facing room above the gardens for my apartments; the two storied town house had a grand view of the city from there and I fell in love with it the moment I saw it.
"This shall do quite nicely, thank you." I told Marcel, dismissing him with a gesture. When he had disappeared downstairs to arrange things I turned to my father and ran into his arms. I wasn't too old to not show some form of appreciation and so I embraced him gratefully, thankful for a moments' peace.
"I really like the place, father, thank you." I said simply, standing back to look up at him, smiling brightly.
"Your very welcome, Paris." he said, a kind smile on his face, "I've let our benefactor in the city know of your arrival, but you can send for me if there is anything else you need." He told me, his arm resting on my shoulder affectionately.
We stood there for a moment or two just looking at each other until the reappearance of my senashall broke the moment and he stepped back from me. Marcel going about directing the transfer of my luggage and personal items to my rooms as my father bid me farewell and leaving me to tend to my affairs, letting me know that he would available if I needed him.
I thanked him kindly and went about ordering things put here and there, looking forward to enjoying myself however I wished without a backward glance over my shoulder looking for my mother's shadow.