Private Tea & Treachery [Isadora]

[Deyanira Draco]

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Outfit: XXX​

Tag: Isadora Draco​

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In the days following the funeral, Deyanira found herself adjusting to life without her husband.​

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However, she was not adjusting to having all of the children back at home. There was a reason she sent them all — save for Amarantos Draco — away to study off-world; she couldn’t stand to be around them.​

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Leon Draco ran through their expensive wine reserves, Adelina Draco was insufferable, and Isadora wanted to… spend time together.​

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Deyanira’s long strides brought her into the dining room, which was currently being set up for afternoon tea. Narrowed eyes surveyed the scene, a pristine room with servants bustling silently – one maid was tending the fireplace and another set out the tea service. Both of the young women offered polite bows to their lady and swept from the room without making eye contact, just as they’d been instructed.​

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Good.​

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There was hope yet for the new comers to their house staff. Deyanira had a seat at the head of the table, where her husband used to sit. A servant appeared at her side, poured a cup of tea, and set out the cream and sugar. There were already reports waiting, the day to day things that Elend normally did. Her dark eyes scanned the various issues that needed attention -- most of which she'd pass along to someone else to deal with. The widow lifted her cup for a dainty sip -- at the same time, she happened to read something that made the tea taste... bitter.​

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[Isadora Draco]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Iliyn had encouraged Isadora to go to tea with her mother unaccompanied. Isadora had understood the reasoning, but had quickly lost the courage that companionship afforded her. The desperation with which she desired to impress her mother was nigh tangible. It smelt like burnt bantha hair...for some reason.

The door opened, a servant from the other side having pressed the button before she could reach out to care for it herself. Isadora jumped a little. It had been a while since people had done things for her. The habit of waiting for others to care for things had been lost. She felt silly now. It was the pressure she was putting on herself.

At least she was awake, and feeling the energy required, despite the sleepless night.

Stepping into the room, she noted quickly how it felt colder, despite the room temperature itself not really changing.

"You sent for me mother?" She said, feeling a couple of words catch in her throat.

| Deyanira Draco |​

 

[Deyanira Draco]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Deyanira's eyes shifted towards the doorway, but she didn't lift her head as Isadora Draco announced her presence. With an audible sigh, she bid her youngest daughter to have a seat at the table. "Yes," she answered simply, but gave nothing more. The widow's gaze flickered to the door again, expecting to see that blonde-haired girl enter next... but she was surprised to see only emptiness.

Once Isadora was seated, a servant would instantly be at her side to pour the tea and offer a small plate of food.

Though her face remained stony, Deyanira was unsettled being left alone with Isadora -- her husband's favorite child. Seeing him treat Isadora with kindness was like torture. And this new Chandrila that had become Isadora's shadow was equally troubling. Needless to say, Deyanira had never taken much of an interest in Isadora's life... but there had never been any mention of friends close enough to bring home.

Surely, this friend had an agenda... but what?

"That girl," Deyanira started, of course, she hadn't bothered to learn Iliyn's name. "I thought she would be joining us as well."

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[Isadora Draco]

H O U S E • D R A C O​

Demure half steps took Isadora to the appropriate seat, and before taking her eat she offered her mother a courteous bow. Besides the funeral, this was the first time in many years they had had any direct interaction. And her mother looked...well, she looked annoyed. Perhaps there were many annoy things happening in her day. At the very least she was still likely in a state of mourning over her husband.

Isadora's head tilted as she stared cautiously at the elder Draco, and now leader of the family. Was there love between her parents? It has always been difficult to tell. It was certainly not the love she had read about, or seen among her teachers and their spouses on Chandrila. Perhaps they were more private in their expressions of felicity.

That girl? She has a name...

"Oh. Iliya?" Isadora said, surprised at the direction of the conversation already, "Iliya Ismaren. She is a fellow student from Hanna City...on Chandrila..."

She mentally chastised herself for over explaining. Her mother knew where she had been studying.

Lips pursed due to her mental flogging. But she pushed on.

"...she was kind enough to take my apologies to Leon...as our prearranged meeting needed to be rescheduled after your invitation."

She opened her mouth to continue, but of course did not get a moment.

| Deyanira Draco |​