Post by zamara on Jun 16, 2010 14:33:56 GMT -5
Hanamatsu walked into the Prince's office. She gracefully dipped her head to the secretary.
"I am expected," she said. "I am Hanamatsu, primogen of Toreador."
The secretary waved her towards a set of huge double doors, adorned with all manner of gaudy markings that Hanamatsu found rather tasteless. However, not even the Ventrue could understand the ideas of elegance and refinement in the way the Toreador did.
She wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting. It was a mere introduction, Hanamatsu's first as the Toreador primogen, but politicians always made things much more complication. The Prince would sound her out, see if she were an ally, an indifferent, or an enemy.
She knew little of his policies or rise to power. She knew he had a powerful Sheriff who had already outed some Sabbat plot or another.
Opening the doors, Hanamatsu saw the Prince by the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the streets below. It was such a quintessential ruler's posture that Hanamatsu almost smiled at the serendipity of it. What a lovely pose.
The rest, however, was not so lovely. The room had the same outlandish style as the double doors, all golds and reds and even an oversized fireplace. Hanamatsu was used to a more traditional beauty, one that was simpler yet far more elegant. True beauty was not synonymous with wealth.
Nevertheless, one's sense of style had little to do with the everyday tasks of ruling, Hanamatsu mused, so she couldn't hold that against him.
She bowed. Though he was not looking at her, she imagined he noticed nonetheless.
"Greetings, Prince Julian," she announced in a precise and cultured voice. "I am Hanamatsu, newly-elected primogen of Toreador, here to make your acquaintance."
"I am expected," she said. "I am Hanamatsu, primogen of Toreador."
The secretary waved her towards a set of huge double doors, adorned with all manner of gaudy markings that Hanamatsu found rather tasteless. However, not even the Ventrue could understand the ideas of elegance and refinement in the way the Toreador did.
She wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting. It was a mere introduction, Hanamatsu's first as the Toreador primogen, but politicians always made things much more complication. The Prince would sound her out, see if she were an ally, an indifferent, or an enemy.
She knew little of his policies or rise to power. She knew he had a powerful Sheriff who had already outed some Sabbat plot or another.
Opening the doors, Hanamatsu saw the Prince by the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the streets below. It was such a quintessential ruler's posture that Hanamatsu almost smiled at the serendipity of it. What a lovely pose.
The rest, however, was not so lovely. The room had the same outlandish style as the double doors, all golds and reds and even an oversized fireplace. Hanamatsu was used to a more traditional beauty, one that was simpler yet far more elegant. True beauty was not synonymous with wealth.
Nevertheless, one's sense of style had little to do with the everyday tasks of ruling, Hanamatsu mused, so she couldn't hold that against him.
She bowed. Though he was not looking at her, she imagined he noticed nonetheless.
"Greetings, Prince Julian," she announced in a precise and cultured voice. "I am Hanamatsu, newly-elected primogen of Toreador, here to make your acquaintance."
