Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-25808351-20191102004020

@Everyone: Imperia returns to the main hall and orders a bottle of wine from the bar. Her reserved, aristocratic demeanor given way to her frustration. She wasted no time once the bottle was in front of her. Imperia dug her left fang into the cork of the wine bottle and pulled her head back, popping the cork out. She then poured it into a large elegant glass and took a very long drink.

“My goodness, you should slow down.”

Imperia looks to her right and see’s Marcus’ first wife, Samia. The pharaoh was a testament her kind. Velvet black hair, caramel skin, beautiful crimson irises and a body that would make any man submit to her will. Imperia jumped with fright as she did her best to reestablish her noble image after chugging wine.

“Lady Samia! I humbly apologize for that lowly display. I am a bit-“

“Hush dear girl, it is nothing to apologize for.” Samia waves her hands dismissively. “What is the matter? You look so, flustered.”

“I am, Lady Samia. I’m having issues with someone.... Has Marcus ever driven you, crazy, for lack of a better word?” Imperia looks to the immaculate Pharoah.

“Every. Damn. Day.” Samia unceremoniously stated. “Marcus is obstinate, thick headed, stubborn, prideful, oblivious, foolhardy, rude and lacks any sense of civility in high company. But, his qualities outmatch his short comings easily. Why do you ask?”

“Because, there is a person I admire but, they are stubborn and oblivious. Prideful and unwilling to accept anything outside their chosen place. Their stubbornness is infuriating.” Imperia does her best to maintain her reserved appearance.

“I see. As infuriating as it may be, you have to accept these things, but work to get past them.” Imperia pours herself a glass from the wine bottle, before continuing. “You are fine Lady Imperia, if the person you chase can’t see that, then it is their loss. Try not to dwell on it.”

“It’s always the stubborn knights that win the young girls....” Samia says strolling off into the crowd.

Imperia’s face now red as an apple, Samia knew.