WHO: Lord Domeric Kilcairn and Lady Calida Celtigar ( @your-grxce ) WHEN: Fourth Day. Dinner. WHERE: Kingsport, Aros
It was whispered that he paid more for his outfit than half of the ladies here combined. And while that was certainly not true, it was not very far off. Lord Domeric was in dark purple velvet, with more than a dozen golden roses embroidered onto his doublet. A silken half-cape hung in a honey beige color off of his left shoulder, fastened with an amethyst brooch. It was among his finest regalia, and he felt (quite smugly) as if he were the best looking man at the party.
Domeric waited a few paces away from the ballroom, hands folded easily in front of his body. He waited on his lady, feeling very pleased about their fashionably-late arrival and the looks they were sure to get upon stepping into that room. He grinned to himself about this until familiar footsteps sounded from behind him. He turned and faced his betrothed.
---- “Wow, my lady.” He smiled at her--genuinely, and extended his hand for her to take. “I’m afraid you have me near to speechless. You look... very lovely. I feel like the luckiest lord in the kingdom to have a such a woman on my arm.”