Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-29458028-20150223071051

"Wow! The Auroran prince Louis Syphre! So handsome! Your highness, don't feel awkward! Come in, come in" said the Noblewoman to Levith, after he pulled the bell cord that hung outside the house.

Levith entered, ill looking. The servants flattered and fawned over him. It was getting on his nerves alot. The master of the house, though, looked at him pointedly.

It wasn't hate written over the wealthy imperial's face, though, it was raw jealousy.

"So, Mr Flavius. Would you be so kind to tell me a little bit of what just happened? I returned from a trip home and Brightwall is wrecked."

The old imperial, very concisely spoke what he saw with extreme brevity. It was obvious Levith wasn't welcome, at least to the men. The ladies were another story.

Fifteen minutes later, the Imperial had to push Levith out of the house. The maids and the man's wife all waved cheery goodbyes.

"Noble scumbags" commented Levith, very, very quietly, so nobody would hear it, as he departed.

Ada probably faced the opposite reception...