( GABRIEL &&. ARIELLE ) @courtofstvrlight
The other solar courts were simply too difficult to consider working with. Everyone knew Aelius was volatile and demanding, just one hairbreadth away from needing a trip to the local sanitarium, and Lysander and his sister looked too much like petulant children for Gabriel to consider taking seriously. Which left, needless to say, the seasonal courts. Winter was already an arranged pair without a child in sight, the Spring Court was filled with, well, the Valentinas (hard pass there), and he could barely understand half of what the eight thousand children the Autumn Court had produced were saying at any given moment. Which left...Summer. Gabriel was not a particular fan of the High Lord of the Summer Court--he had always given Gabriel a vibe; one that didn’t mesh well with him.
But, then again, what better reason to depose and rule a court of his choosing than by unseating the current Lord after wedding and fucking his only daughter? A crass resolution, to be certain, but Gabriel supposed he fit that word rather well.
Presently, Gabriel found himself in the midst of the Summer Court, being led through the grand palace that housed the High family. A servant led him and his small entourage to a quaint parlor overlooking what Gabriel could only suppose were the royal palace gardens. Wearing dark clothing with his large, dark bat-like wings tucked in close to his back, Gabriel slowly made his way over towards the large windows overlooking the bright and shimmering garden, ignoring servants’ murmurs for him to take a seat at the tea table or chaise lounge and await his bride-to-be. Gabriel found himself wishing he had brought Kael with him on this excursion today; his unbiased third party opinion could have been handy in discerning the usefulness of his future wife.
He supposed he would just need to decide for himself, then.
