Séraphine

U.S. Attorney for District of Colombia. ~This blog is in no way associated with Kerry Washington ~

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Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Victoria (End of Setptemberish?)

[victoria-f-arouet]

A smug grin passed over Victoria’s face as she noticed the Faerie blush at her teasing; it was quite entertaining to know that it was possible to ruffle the other woman’s feathers after all. But she refrained from commenting on it further, at least for now.

She walked them along at a moderate pace, they were in no rush for a change something uncommon for both of them probably, and she wanted to enjoy this evening stroll as much as possible. She also wanted as many people as possible to see them being friendly together; showing that the different species could get along splendidly and she wanted them to see that they were not worried, enjoying an evening stroll and that they didn’t need to worry too.

Of course they couldn’t talk about any of the really pressing matters in public and therefore she continued to do some small talk while they were walking down on the sidewalk towards the Bohemian Caverns. Opening the door for them since the club was officially still closed she let the Faerie enter first and locked the door behind them again before she led her towards the back and her office. Here the repeated the procedure, opening the door, letting Seraphine in and locking the door behind them before turning on some low lights.

“Please have a seat,” she said gesturing towards the couch while she moved over towards the bar. “Can I offer you something to drink ma cherie? Or something to eat? I can order something from the kitchen for you,” she asked while she poured herself a cognac. “No need to be all formal about this right?”

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The small talk took almost nearly no effort to carry on. As they passed people, fae and humans alike, it was entertaining to see the number of looks they received. All of the fae knew the both of them, of course (and it was much more important that the fae see the leaders being not just cordial, but friendly). However, a significant number of the humans recognized Séraphine. Then again, she reasoned, it was possible that people were recognizing Victoria from her bartending and performances at the Caverns. Séraphine didn’t know off the top of her head how popular the club was, but it usually seemed busy as far as she was aware. 

Séraphine smiled at the cavern-looking room: if you told a human that a vampire was the owner of the club, they might not actually be too terribly surprised, given the cultural notions of vampires these days. Soon enough, though, they found themselves in Victoria’s office. Nodding her thanks, she took a seat on the couch. 

“Whatever you’re drinking is just fine, thank you,” she said since she saw Victoria pouring some sort of alcohol into a tumbler for herself. “I’m not terribly hungry at the moment, though, so I’ll pass for now.” That wasn’t untrue, but neither did Séraphine want to eat in front of the vampire; it wouldn’t be right. 

Although Séraphine was a very formal person nearly all the time, even she found it nice to at least look like she was relaxing. She was always at least a little on guard when dealing with other council members, though, since Séraphine knew that they all had their own agendas, in the end. “No need to be formal,” she replied with a smile. “So much has happened lately, I almost don’t even know where to start, though.” 

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Continued | Oz & Seraphine | Nov. 3rd Afternoon

It had been a long and busy weekend. Oz would have preferred to take a sick day rather than go into the station Monday morning. His only comfort was knowing that the full moon was only three days away. Well that, and he was about to take his lunch break. He grabbed some food at Ben’s Chili Bowl but had to stop in to Busboys for an afternoon fix of caffeine. He apparently wasn’t the only one with that thought however because the place was packed. After fifteen minutes in line, Oz was rather agitated but had his coffee. He was about to head out when out of the corner of his eye he noticed one of his fellow Council members. “How did you manage to snag a table,” he said with a slight smile as he walked up to Seraphine. “I’m sorry that our conversation needed a ‘to be continued’ the other night at the Ball.” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Things were never actually “slow” in the DA’s office, but Séraphine made it a practice to take fairly long lunches. It served as both a nice chance to recoup after the crazy mornings and reestablish her position to anyone who might have forgotten. After all, the interns in the DA’s office weren’t taking ninety minute lunches, were they? So Séraphine found herself sitting alone at Busboys grabbing her meal when Oz Werner approached her. She smiled at him and raised her hand to indicate that Oz could take a seat if he’d like. “It’s all about timing, Mr. Werner. I arrived just before the mad rush and took the table then.” She nodded at the apology, “It’s not problem. Sometimes other things take precedence. I’ve got a bit of time now, if you’d like to talk, but I understand if you have to get back to work.” Séraphine wouldn’t want him to feel obligated to sit. 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Edmund (End of Setptemberish?)

[edmundnecromancer]

Edmund watched the beauty as she worked through the dilemma he had just imposed. People with less poise and grace would already being heaping ill thought-out words as their mind attempted grip and launch anything to remove them from the predicament. While he didn’t hold a definitive smile his expression did seem to manifest a rather triumphant attitude. His eyes roamed over her from head to toe as he waited patiently for her response. Her face was something men and woman alike easily marvel over. Each feature perfectly placed as if by an artist hand. His thoughts soon turned sexual in tone as he wondered if Seraphine kept the prim and proper façade even in the bedroom.

When she finally spoke it caused him to break away from his mischievous and desirous thoughts. There it was. She was sheer perfection at her craft, and managed to push the invitation back on him with flattery. Masterfully she constructed a false set of circumstances creating an out for herself unless he confessed that his life was dull, lonely and mundane: thus able to make plans on such short notice. He smiled as thought checkmate; however he would not be so easily discouraged.

“Dear Serpahine, I assure you while I’m a busy man I do know how to prioritize. A dinner with you would take all precedence. It would only take a minute for me to clear my schedule, and would gladly do so for your company. I have on good authority that the Bohemian Caverns have booked a rather talented artist for this evening. ” He locked his fingers in front of him pursing his lips before he offered her a smile. Over the course of several years he had always kept his exchanges very professional imitating the mannerism she projected; however he found her absolutely delectable and intriguing. It was clearly now her move.          

[seraphine-proulx]

Séraphine could feel Edmund’s eyes on her as she processed the situation. It didn’t unnerve her, not with as old and experienced as she was, both in the human world and the fae one. So, although she didn’t particularly appreciate his eyes staring her down while she considered her options, it didn’t hinder her thought process at all.  One didn’t come to have her positions if they were so easily intimidated. Briefly, she did wonder exactly what he was thinking as he looked her over, but Séraphine was pretty damn sure that she didn’t actually want to know whatever it was that was on the man’s mind. 

Her expression stayed neutral as he responded, although it would have fallen if she had let it reflect her true feelings. If she’d been talking to anyone else, her rebuttal would have worked while at the same time stroking the other person’s ego. Edmund, however, was just as skilled at the game as she, so there was no longer any sort of polite way to turn him down. If she refused him after what he had said, it would seem like she held him in a lower esteem than he held her, which could cause tension in the future. Edmund was not the sort of person she wanted to offend. Séraphine smiled a little, as if she was pleased that he was so willing to clear his schedule for her. 

“If you’re sure that your schedule could be cleared,” she started, “then I see no reason not to continue this discussing with dinner.” At least Edmund kept everything professional to her face, she mused. “Bohemian Caverns will do perfectly,” Séraphine told him. He’d backed her into a corner for the moment, but the faerie was not the type to sit there and mope. Rather, she would make the best of the situation. If Edmund stayed as professional as he usually did it could actually be a rather productive meeting. “Shall we, then?” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Victoria (End of Setptemberish?)

[victoria-f-arouet]

Victoria had not seen Seraphine since the trial and even then there had not been time to talk. It wasn’t unusual that they didn’t see much of each other during the summer; Seraphine was a day person and Vitoria wasn’t and with the short days during the summer Victoria was restricted in her opportunities to run in to the Faery by coincidence like just now. Just a few weeks earlier Victoria wouldn’t have been able to be out at this hour at all, still forced to wait for the sun to set.

She gave the Faerie a warm smile; they were not exactly friends, Victoria doubted any of the lodge leaders could truly be friends, but they had a mutual respect and understanding with each other and got along just fine. Of course not being friends didn’t stop Victoria from being her obnoxious, inappropriate and playful self with the DA and fellow lodge leader.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked grinning. “Want me to check?” she added with a wink. She looped her arm through Seraphine’s and started to walk them along the sidewalk towards the Caverns. “Oh please darling, when you’re out here on U Street you will always run into someone. Of course the company is not always as delightful as I am,” she said smirking. “But I understand that someone who spends all of their time in a stuffy office would not know. You need to get out more ma Cherie,” she jabbed good natured at the Faery. “But it’s good that I’ve run into you now. We haven’t had a chance to talk in a while and so much has happened. I would love for us to compare notes so to speak. Do you have a few minutes? We can use my office at the Caverns, it’s perfectly save and we can talk in private.”

She wouldn’t be offended if the Faery declined; she was a busy woman like her and had probably had a long day already. Talking out here in the streets however was out of the question. “If today’s not good we should make it a date some other time,” she said grinning. The Faery, very much like Freya, was one of the people Vic would love to get her hands on some day, in a very private manner of course; but unlike Freya who was very much interested, Seraphine was more old fashioned and Vic had her doubts the Faery would ever take her up on her flirting.

[seraphine-proulx]

As far as the other lodge leaders went, Victoria was by far one of the more tolerable ones, especially compared to Edmund. Séraphine certainly wouldn't call her and the vampire friends, but there were very, very few persons on the planet who she would consider a friend. Besides, it wasn’t friends that Séraphine needed or wanted. She was perfectly happy with the majority of the people she knew being useful rather than enjoyable. 

Despite herself, at the inappropriate offer, Séraphine felt the smallest hint of a blush creep up her cheeks. Now that the sun was gone, it wouldn’t be visible. The faerie rolled her eyes to mask her discomfort. 

“I’m quite sure, thank you.” She opted to ignore Victoria’s second question completely, as there didn’t seem to be a polite way to handle it. It hardly seemed relevant, since the vampire had already looped their arms together and was leading the both of them down the street. For a moment, Séraphine had to fight the urge to glance at her watch, but she reminded herself that there wasn’t anything important going on this evening, so there was no reason not to take a stroll with Victoria, even if it they ended up spending a lengthy amount of time together. Besides, it couldn’t possibly hurt to make the vampire feel just a little bit softer towards Séraphine. One never knew when that could come in handy in the Fae world. 

“Really, Frankie, my office isn’t stuffy in the least. In fact, it’s very open, floor to ceiling glass windows and the like.” She laughed a little bit at the vampire’s use of French. A vampire after my own heart, she thought, which brought a smile to her face. They were both from France, after all. “But I could probably stand to get out a bit more; you’re likely right about that one.” Séraphine wasn’t particularly surprised that Victoria wanted to talk in private, not with the way things were going in the world lately. 

“No need to make a date, Frankie. I’m free for the evening.” If the meeting went long, she might have to order in some sort of food, but there wasn’t much point in bringing that up to the vampire. In times like these, those of us in charge need to band together even more so than our constituency, don’t you think? In any case, lead the way.” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Edmund (End of Setptemberish?)

[edmundnecromancer]

It didn’t bother him in the least bit that the lovely Faire gave no merit to his compliment. He really expected nothing less from the ever professional diplomat. He simply removed his hand after the gentle shake, and kept it at his side.  There was little doubt her words were empty because he was sure she wasn’t pleased to see him, though the sentiment was nice to hear otherwise.

 Edmund had been in Kiev securing an arms deal with Ukrainian separatist, but he wasn’t about to divulge that to the congresswoman. In the last few months he had let his gun running business fall to the weigh side after the international investigation had been launched by the UN, instead he choose to concentrate on fae matters instead. Nevertheless given the typical unrest in the Middle East the attention had been pulled courtesy of ISIS, not to mention the ghastly clean up job he was forced to enact on the agents whom had secured some information on his enterprise.  Needless to say he came up a sufficient enough answer that was peppered with truth. “I just was visiting an old friend in Ukraine, an old casting Witch. Either way I try to visit the Eastern European country as much as possible.  I lived there at one point in my life, and still find something comfortable about it.”  True enough he had lived near the Black Sea in Odessa centuries ago, but he hardly considered the place home.

A broad smile took over his features, and while he understood her words were an advisement of discretion he couldn’t help but tease. He watched as her eyes surveyed their surroundings as other fae and humans alike swirled about the establishment. Closing the distance between with a step he quietly spoke unable to mask the jest in his vocal inflection. “Ms. Proulx are you inviting me to dinner?” He was absolutely tickled to have placed the Faire in such an uncomfortable position.      

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She listened and nodded politely as the witch told her where had had been. It got her thinking about how long it had been since she’d been back to France. Although the country was the place of her birth and her childhood, Séraphine had never felt any specific loyalty to the country itself. Perhaps that was the result of know the dirty little secrets of every single person involved in the monarchy for over half a century. “I’m glad you seem to have enjoyed your trip,” she told him. 

Séraphine spent several seconds weighing her few options. She could tell Edmund that she had, indeed, invited him to dinner, although that was in no way the case, and they both knew that. The rather obvious con to that option was spending much more time than necessary with someone she was altogether not very fond of. It wasn’t that he was rude or uncouth, not to her anyway, but Séraphine knew enough about his other dealings to know that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. By the same token, however, the faerie really, really did not want to upset her fellow council member. That, she was sure, would end up being very bad. The only other option was to find a way to turn him down without offending him. 

“Mr. Jernigan, I couldn’t possibly expect to make plans with you on such short notice, nor would I want you to cancel anything. I’m sure that someone like you already has a full schedule for the evening, especially after being out of town.” It wasn’t a total rebuttal, but Séraphine was pretty sure that he would take the hint. Only after it came out of her mouth did she consider the possibility that he wouldn’t; if that was the case, there would be no polite way to turn him down, and she would be obligated to dine with him. It was too late to take back the words, however, and really, they had been her only option anyway. 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Victoria (End of Setptemberish?)

[victoria-f-arouet]

As soon as the sun had set Victoria was out and about. She liked autumn, when the nights were getting longer and the days consecutively shorter; it gave her more time to roam the city and interact freely without fearing the sun. The sun, the one thing she was truly afraid of. Also the cold didn’t affect her as much as it did humans and so she really loved the winter months with their short dark days.

She was just wandering the streets without a fix destination in mind for now since it would still be a while until she was needed at one of her clubs. She liked the opportunity to get a sense for how the Carnival and the hunters were really affecting how everyone was acting, hoping that her people were not doing anything stupid and revealing themselves with it. Also she was trying to get a read on the humans around, sensing if there were hunters among them they might be unaware off. Sure Freya was on the up and up on that, but it was possible that one of them slipped by her; but her vampire ability to sense them couldn’t be fooled, if she out her mind to it at least. She was still confused about the fact that she had not realized about Maha before, but then again she had never interacted with her directly. Ray had handled her, like all the other employees and he was still so very young. In the end he had figured it out and it seemed the ex-hunter was a capable ally. But Victoria also knew that not all Fae shared her believes so when she saw Seraphine step out of Busboy and Poets she took the chance to talk to the Fae leader. “Well good evening to you too Seraphine,” she said amusement evident in her voice. “What has your panties in a twist tonight I wonder?” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Séraphine turned and found herself face to face with Victoria. She was more than a bit surprised to encounter another lodge leader. A quick look around confirmed that the sun had indeed set while she had been in the coffee shop, although the dark certainly didn’t bother her anymore than it would bother the vampire. A smile flitted across her face, briefly however, as she greeted the woman in return. 

“Good evening, Frankie,” she said. Séraphine had never really understood why Victoria insisted on going by another name when in the human world. Although the humans she worked with had no idea of the true extent of her power, even they knew that she was a powerful person in the DC area. That was exactly how she wanted it, and one of the reasons she had spent so much time becoming not only a force in the fae world but in the human one as well. Victoria could easily be seen as one of the most powerful women in the country. Still, it wasn’t her decision, and she wasn’t one to criticize another lodge leader, not in public anyway. So she continued to respect the strange request and refer to Victoria as Frankie whenever they were in mixed company.

Although the vampire’s question made her want to scowl, Séraphine forced a light chuckle out. “My undergarments are perfectly fine, thank you for asking.” The faerie knew that she was a bit old fashioned, but honestly, some of the newer figures of speech were just so… vulgar. Séraphine was not fond of the way English had evolved over the years. Regardless, the other woman had not answered her question, so Séraphine directed the conversation back that way. “I simply wasn’t expecting to meet anyone here. I thought it might be a simple in and out coffee trip. Clearly that was naive of me,” she added with a bit of a chuckle.

“Was there something you wanted to discuss, Frankie?” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Séraphine decided to dress as a queen, in honor of her childhood, growing up around the French royalty. The sceptre, however, she discarded, seeing it as to silly, especially for such an occasion as this. 

[seraphine-proulx]

Just a Hint || Anum and Séraphine (October 23, daytime)

She had never been to this shop before, never even considered it honestly. But the way things had been going lately, with hunters showing up at the carnival and everything else that had happened, Séraphine couldn’t help but think that a little insight into the future might be helpful. Although no one had ever spoken to her specifically about the shifter’s shop, that didn’t mean that she hadn’t heard about it from the mouths of people around the city, although rarely fae, which she found strange. In any case, Séraphine had decided that it certainly couldn’t hurt to at least go and talk to the shifter. Even if he couldn’t tell her anything about the future, he might be a good connection to have in the days that were coming. 

When she walked in, she knew immediately that the shop was not to her taste. It was very middle eastern, and not dingy persay, but different from the architecture that she had grown used to and fond of. Certainly, it had more of a foreign flare than many places in DC, but Séraphine decided that it simply wasn’t to her liking. Nonetheless, she forged through the shop looking for it’s owner, a Mr. Badru. She found him towards the back and immediately introduced herself, extending a hand at the same time. 

“Mr. Badru, hello, I’m Séraphine Proulx. This is a very unique shop that you own, and very well renowned around here,” she said with a smile, taking in the dark skinned man and waiting for his reaction. 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and Edmund (End of Setptemberish?)

[edmundnecromancer]

 Edmund’s plane had just touched down a little over an hour ago. A last minute trip to Kiev had pulled him away from DC for over a week. His suit was slightly stressed with the wrinkles and lines courtesy of such a long flight. Weary and exhibiting his own version of jet lagged he walked down the street knowing he had a full day ahead and opted for coffee and scones. Within a few yards of the door he recognized the lovely backside of his fellow council leader Ms. Séraphine Proulx.  Clearing his throat he thought to get her attention in case she couldn’t feel his eyes boring into the back or her lovely head.  

When at last she turned he smiled broadly and added. “I doubt very much you could help the likes of me, but I must say it is an extreme pleasure to see your beautiful face to welcome me back home.” He paused and gave a mischievous wink. Knowing full and well that the two of them meeting was totally coincidental; however he did love to tease the slightly stuffy and old fashioned leader. She was such an easy mark.

Closing the distance between them so he could talk about a delicate subject matter, he lowered his voice as he asked. “I’ve managed to keep missing you, but I wanted to discuss the small situation we had at the Carnival. Perhaps I can have a few minutes of your time?”   

[seraphine-proulx]

Séraphine plastered a smile onto her face before she even started processing who she was talking to. One of the most important lesson’s she’d learned was that you could take back a smile, but you couldn’t take back a scowl. It was easier to smile at everyone at first, and change that later than to offend someone by scowling at them as she might have preferred. In any case, the smile stayed in place when she took in the face that it was Edmund Jernigan. Not her favorite person; she knew far too much about him for that. But neither was he the worst fae around the DC area. She also knew that he was not the type to offend, given how much power he had around the city. 

“Edmund, so good to see you,” she preened, smiling larger now. One of her hands reached out to shake one of his in a greeting. Séraphine didn’t drop her smile at his flirtatious remark, instead choosing to simply move past it. It wasn’t necessary, but then, that was Edmund for you, in her experience anyway. “Welcome home? Might I enquire as to where you’re returning from?” she asked, keeping her voice level and innocent. 

When he changed the subject to more serious matters, Séraphine nodded. “Of course,” she murmured in return, although perhaps here is not the best place to have such a conversation.” Her eyes flicked around at all the other fae in the same room. “We wouldn’t want to cause anyone to panic,” she paused, “anymore than they already are, in any case.” 

[seraphine-proulx]

Cool Evening Air || Séraphine and OPEN (End of Setptemberish?)

It wasn’t like Séraphine to go by the coffee shop after ten in the morning, but she had been craving an americana all day. With everything that was happening unbeknownst to most of the humans in DC, she figured that she deserved it, so when she left work that evening, after the sun had gone down, she took a turn walk towards Busboys and Poets. It would be nice to see, in person, how everyone else was reacting from the disaster that had been the carnival. She shook her head without realizing.

Over the years, Séraphine had become ambivalent about most humans. They were born, they lived short lives, and then they died, most without causing any significant change to the world individually. But hunters were different: they sought to destroy what she spent a very large majority of her time trying to protect. They were the sort of humans that she would get rid of if she had the ability. Perhaps someday. 

After she had waited in line and purchased her coffee, she made her way outside. When she had the opportunity, Sérapine would always rather be outside. Fresh air was like nothing else, to her. The clinical, recycled air that flowed through her office building was nearly unbearable sometimes. As she stood there, she realized that there was someone standing behind her, for more than a few seconds, so she turned and spoke. 

“May I help you?” she asked, politely, if a little sharply. 

[faemasons-rp-blog]

Séraphine Proulx ❖ FC: Kerry Washington ❖ Faerie (Air) ❖ Age: 37/832 ❖ TAKEN

❖ Job: US Attorney for the District of Columbia ❖ Housing: House in Georgetown ❖ Position: Leader of the Faerie Lodge

+ Intelligent, Cultured, Protective - Ambitious, Old-Fashioned, Stubborn

Séraphine was born in what is now France in the 1100’s. Her father was an Faerie prince, but had decided to become an Advisor to Charlemagne when the humans started to expand in Gaul. He used his position to keep a close eye on the humans and their activities in the region, to better protect his people, and the rest of the Fae. His wife had been masquerading as one of the court ladies, because she’d had the same idea. The two were both strong willed and passionate, not only about helping their people, but keeping a close eye on the comings and goings of the humans. Both her parents were skilled politicians, and they trained Séraphine from the moment she could stand to follow them. If they were fiery, she was an inferno. From a young age she knew what she wanted, and would go out of her way to get it. The servants that they had learned quickly to avoid upsetting her if they wanted to keep their jobs. She wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t one for second chances. Humans were nothing to her, and she could hardly keep the disgust off her face when her father would drag her to court in Paris, or Rome, or London, as he did quite often. 

She traveled with her father to court hearings, coronations and anything else that pertained to ruling a kingdom. She was quick to learn, and quicker to find out secrets. She took advantage of her father’s busy schedule to spend as much time eavesdropping as possible. Within the span of her first 20 years, the girl had dirt on every monarch, bishop, slave, and lady in waiting in Europe, as well as the Fae councils that her father presided over. She honed her natural Faerie abilities by taking to the air and disappearing entirely in the halls and dark passages of the castles they visited. By the time she left her father’s side, Europe was stable, and it was no longer useful to vanish in the shadows of the palace halls. She set out for the Americas, hearing rumors and whispers of men who said one thing and did another. Once she got there, it was much more than she could have ever bargained for. 

Séraphine was able to drop her French accent within just a year, and was soon spying for the colonies. She would ferret information back and forth, simply by being able to blend in with the humans, or moving with the winds. She found that she didn’t hate the humans after being so involved with those that were simply fighting to survive just like her Faerie and Fae kin were doing. She managed to have some respect for their stubbornness and refusal to back down. However, they were petty and cruel and had some of the most asinine ideas about her people. Séraphine became a lawyer as soon as it was safe to do so as a woman, and quickly moved on to politics. She’s currently the federal prosecutor for the District of Columbia. When the leader of the Faerie lodge in Washington retired, Séraphine was more than willing to take the spot. She had competition, but her knack for finding out the dirty secrets on everyone helped her win the position. She may act like she wants to listen to every idea, but anything that doesn’t agree with her viewpoint gets filed in her brain under “people to watch out for”.

Personality:

Séraphine is bold and strong willed, but is also well-spoken and extremely well mannered. She speaks almost every European language and several dialects of most of them. She has a practically photographic memory, and is not afraid to use her abilities on her enemies. However, with her friends, she is loyal and caring, and would do anything for any of them. In public she can look stern and caring at the same time. She truly wants her people to be safe, but thinks that humans will never allow them to co-exist. She’d much rather strike before they can. 

Connections:

❖ Freya Stenberg: She respect that Freya continues to live her life as a queen in many ways and knows that the Elf shares her desire for things to return to the way they used to be when the Fae ruled the land. Séraphine considers her a worthy ally, but wouldn’t go so far as to call her a friend.

❖ Victoria “Frankie” Arouet: Séraphine understands why Victoria has set up her empire with a frontman, but wishes she gave her own title more weight. She also knows that the Vampire doesn’t believe in the Fae class system as she allows her made to run the show. As much as Séraphine wants to respect the woman’s intelligence, she finds herself frustrated and disappointed that Victoria is wasting her own potential. 

❖ Owen Sanford: The DC Council member gets on her nerves with his constant talk of bringing the humans and the Fae together. He might be in charge of the Ward 1, where the Fae community reside in the human world, but in the Fae world, she is the Faerie leader and sometimes she needs to remind him of this.

Note: Please also read the section about Séraphine’s role as the Faerie Leader.