Private Crimson Expectations

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman rushed through the grand entrance of his father's estate, the hard echo of his boots on the floor, a stark contrast to the tension that constricted his chest. His heart was pounding like a war drum as he traversed the opulent corridors, but the beauty of his surroundings was lost on him. All he could think about was Anneliese. Grell jogged ahead, his determination evident as he led the way, navigating through the labyrinth halls with practiced ease.

As they turned a corner, Roman's father, Lord Cassian, emerged from a nearby hallway, his expression a mixture of smug satisfaction and condescension. Roman's stomach twisted at the sight of him, a man whose very presence filled the air with an unshakeable weight.

"Ah, boy," Cassian said, his tone dripping with false cordiality. "I hope you're not planning to indulge your little plaything too much. It would do her well to remember her place by the time our guests arrives."

Roman's jaw tightened at his father's words. Beneath his reality-defying composure, a whirlwind of fury roiled. How could Cassian treat Anneliese like a mere object, a toy to be discarded when his whims changed? Roman pushed aside the urge to snap back, to stand against the callousness that was so commonplace for his father. "I don't have time for this," he said, forcing himself to walk past Cassian without acknowledging the taunt. He had to find Anneliese.

As he hurried through the decorative hallway, Roman could feel the sting of his father's comment echoing in his mind, fueling his urgency. Grell kept pace beside him, his usual banter silent as he sensed the gravity of the situation. Roman's heart raced not only from desperation but from an insistent worry that something terrible had happened. They found their way to the hallway, to find it empty. Roman glanced over at Grell, a confused look on his face. He knew where he needed to go next.

He arrived outside the guestroom, and without hesitation, Roman pushed the door open. The sight before him sent a shock through his system--Anneliese was sitting on the edge of the ornate bed, disheveled and visibly shaken. Her hair, which always framed her face so beautifully, was tousled and unkempt, as though she'd been caught in a storm. And there--on her cheek--a bright, angry mark, the unmistakable sign of physical harm that revealed far too much about the encounter she had just suffered.

"Anneliese!" The name escaped his lips like a prayer. He rushed toward her, his concern intensifying as he took in the dark circles beneath her eyes and the tears that had streaked her face.

The world outside faded into a dull murmur as he knelt before her, reaching for her hand, wishing he could erase the pain that had visibly been inflicted. "What happened?" he asked, struggling to steady his breath, waiting for the crushing answer.

But the question fell flat as she turned, her emerald eyes glassy with unshed tears, a look of dejection that shattered his world. Roman felt something primal ignite within him, a fierce protectiveness that choked any words he might have uttered.

In that moment, he understood; he didn't need her to explain. The rage surged, fueled by the recollection of his father's words--words that reduced Anneliese to nothing more than a pawn in a game far larger than either of them.

"What did he do?" The question was fierce and full of pain. Roman moved closer, desperate to bridge the gap between them, but Anneliese flinched slightly, her hand brushing the mark on her face as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vossari Estate

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As the stewardess attended to her, pruning and fixing her hair -- she could sense Roman long before he erupted into the room. She couldn't bare to look at him right now -- not out of fear of him or for his Father... but fear that her heart would rend from her very chest.

He approached her, asking -- pleading that she tell him what had transpired. What was she supposed to tell him? Clearly he knew he'd hit her -- that he'd spoken harshly to her... this clearly wasn't the first time something like this had happened in this house... and it disgusted her.

As he came in to touch her, pleading with her once more, she shied away -- her heart, she just couldn't. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide.

She wanted to curl up and just fade away.

Trying her best to speak, her soft voice coming out broken, her spirit shattered -- and her countenance forlorn. "He told me...." She paused as she sniffled, her hands wiping away the tears. "He told me he arranged --..." Her sobs broke free as her body shook. "I don't belong here.... I'm not noble -- he told me he chose a match... for you."

Her heart felt ripped out once again as the words escaped her lips.

"Tell me its not true... Roman..." Trying to do her best to center her breathing, she spoke through the sobs. "Please tell me its not true..." She couldn't bear the thought of not being with him, of another girl thinking she had a right -- just because she was a noble to come in on what was rightfully her soulmate? The love of her life -- for all her life? "I can't think of not being with you -- It... It makes it hard to breathe Roman..."

Her eyes met with his, her tears having streaked the once menacing, but beautiful make-up. The red, rosy, and harmed cheek sticking out in her delicate and beautiful features now as a mark of shame -- a mark, that his father had given her.

Just at that moment... a knock would be heard as Lady Mara would step foot into the room, shock evident on her very body as she stared at young Anneliese on the bed, and Roman trying to comfort her -- one of the female stewards having run to get the Lady of the Estate. "Oh my... Roman, What has happened here?"

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman knelt before Anneliese, his heart racing as he took in the sight of her tear-streaked face, the remnants of makeup clinging to her skin like a desperate mask. The sight of her hurt--physically and emotionally--sliced through him like a blade, igniting a fire of determination within. He reached out, carefully brushing his fingertips against her cheek, wincing at the evidence of his father's cruelty.

"Anneliese," he began, his voice steady yet filled with urgency. "I just found out about this... this monstrous arrangement. I swear to you, I had no idea that he intended to play with our lives in such a twisted way." He searched her eyes, hoping to find a flicker of hope amidst her anguish. "You are the only one I want. There will never be anyone else for me, not now, not ever."

As she shuddered in front of him, silenced by sorrow, he felt an overwhelming need to shield her from the storm brewing outside the fragile world they had built together. "You belong with me, Anneliese. You must believe that. We've built a bond together--one forged through laughter and adventure, through dreams shared in the dead of night." The intensity of his gaze pleaded with her to acknowledge the depth of his feelings.

But before she could respond, the door burst open with a sharpness that sent a jolt through the room. Lady Mara stepped inside, her eyes wide with horror at the scene before her. She seemed to hover at the threshold for a moment, taking in the sight of her son kneeling on the floor, his hands gently cradling Anneliese's face as if she were something precious, something fragile.

"Roman, what has happened here?" she gasped, her voice laden with equal parts concern and accusation.

In that instant, the simmering anger within Roman erupted. He rose to his feet, the tension radiating from his body as he glared at his mother. "What has happened here?" he echoed bitterly, the rawness of his emotion spilling over. "How can you stand there, unbothered by the fact that Cassian is playing with our lives? This is your home, Mother! Why do you allow him to treat Anneliese like this, like she's some piece on a chessboard to be sacrificed in his game?"

Lady Mara recoiled, her expression shifting from shock to defensiveness. "Roman, you must calm yourself. We need to discuss this rationally," she attempted, her tone layered with the practiced diplomacy of the nobility.

"No!" he thundered, cutting her off. "There's no rational discussion to be had when the man who claims to love me would dare hurt the only person who has ever understood me, who has ever truly loved me in return! Anneliese deserves better than this--she deserves respect and love. How can you stand by and let this happen?"

Roman turned back to Anneliese, his heart aching at the sight of her. He knelt before her again, placing his hands on her trembling shoulders. "I will fight for you. You have my heart, Anneliese. I will not give it up to anyone, not to some noble woman plucked from the ranks for the sake of appearances." His voice softened, his vulnerability surfacing. "Please, do not let this shake your faith in us. I'll find a way to make them understand that our love is anything but a mistake."

As he spoke, Roman felt a fierce resolve taking root. Lady Mara's voice faded into the background, the chaos outside blurring into white noise. Somehow, they would find a way through this--not just for themselves, but for the love that had blossomed in the darkness, the only light he was determined to hold onto.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vossari Estate​

Anneliese stared at Roman as he cupped her face, refusing to let her hide, luring her heart out so the he could mend the cracks his father had put in it.

She believed him — of course she believed him, how could she not? She knew Roman wouldn’t have toyed with her heart, shared in the bond they had and given himself wholly as she had herself if she was just some plaything — that wasn’t her Roman… and in her heart where truth was stored and hidden away, she knew she had his heart.

She was about to speak — until a loud bang of doors opening took her by surprise as Lady Mara came in, mortified by the sight of Anneliese, but not surprised. It caused a pang of guilt to twinge in her heart — wondering what atrocities she had seen, and been on the receiving end of her Lords own hand.

His anger took her breath away as she watched Roman transform before her very eyes — the righteous anger, the protectiveness, the possessiveness. Her heart fluttered as she listened to him… as she saw not a boy but the man she loved in front of her.

He was so fething hot like this — she’d never seen him so worked up.

As Roman knelt down and confessed his undying love — his will to fight for her — her eyes met with his as she pulled him into her embrace “I’m sorry Roman.” Her hands clinging to him. “Of course I know you love me — it’d be stupid of me to say you didn’t.”

Breathing in and out as she focused on her breathing, everyone fading out, leaving just them as she pulled back, her lips now colliding and crashing into his as she kissed him with a jealous and fervent passion, uncaring of who was present in the room.

As she broke the kiss, her breathing uneven, her head came to rest against his as a small giggle now escaped her lips. “Your Father is… different. He may not have liked me to begin with — but now I’m positive he doesn’t.” She hesitated as she looked into his caring eyes. “I may have told him if he touched me again I’d break his hand off and shove it up his ass.”

A full belly giggle erupted from her lips as she sniffled staring at Roman — her soft and caring demeanor now coming back and her emotions settling. “I’m sorry Roman — Gods I was acting so stupid — but when he told me, I — I couldn’t think… I — ..” Closing her eyes, she brought her hands to his cheeks, her lips parting and her native tongue rolling off her tongue. "Vashar'kova, Isha'vashar ( "I love you and only you, my one true love" )"

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman's heart raced as he pulled Anneliese into the sanctuary of his embrace. The warmth of her body against his soothed the tempest that had brewed inside him, raging like a fierce storm just moments ago. He could still feel the remnants of his anger--anger at his father, at the oppressive atmosphere that threatened to suffocate the love he shared with Anneliese. But in her arms, he found solace.

"Come here." he whispered, gently pulling her up onto the bed. The soft sheets cradled them like a cloud, a private world amidst the chaos of their lives. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as if he could shield her from everything that had transpired. The tension ebbed slightly from her shoulders, and he could see the flicker of comfort in her eyes as they settled into this fleeting moment of peace.

Across the room, Lady Mara stood quietly, her presence a reminder of the realities outside this cocoon they had built together. She had witnessed the ferocity of Roman's love, witnessed how it transformed him, yet her expression held concern as she glanced between the two of them. Her voice broke the silence. "I'm afraid we must prepare for this evening Roman." she said, her gaze lingering on their entwined forms. "Guests are beginning to arrive for dinner, and it's imperative that you, Roman, are on your best behavior tonight. Your father… well, this dinner is important for the family."

The weight of her words hung in the air as she moved to exit the room. Roman felt a pang of anxiety claw at his chest--this was the very confrontation he had dreaded. Yet, as Mara closed the door behind her, he turned his attention back to Anneliese. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked deep into her eyes.

"We don't have to go, you know," he said, his voice low and steady. "We could stay right here, shut the door, and forget all of it--the dinner, the guests, even my father. It can just be us." The intensity in his gaze emphasized his offer, a promise that he would prioritize her over everything else, even familial obligations.

His voice was steady, a sanctuary in the storm of uncertainty that loomed beyond the door. He could see the flicker of anxiety in her eyes mixed with the remnants of their earlier fervor, and it pained him to think of her feeling anything less than cherished and safe. The thought of her facing his father, facing the layered complications that came with the evening, was tumultuous in his heart.

Meanwhile, throughout the estate, the atmosphere buzzed with the arrival of guests, laughter mingling with the faint clinking of glasses. Lord Cassian, ever the dignified host, donned his best mask of charming sincerity, greeting each and every guest with deft precision alongside Lady Mara. The murmur of the evening flowed like an undercurrent--discussions of politics, trade, fashion, and old tales--all while there were those among them who whispered eagerly of Roman, their eyes sparkling with curiosity. They wanted to hear tales of his days as a Jedi, the adventures he had embarked upon in distant galaxies.

At the edge of the gathering, Lord Alistair Harrington, a man of undeniable influence on Serenno, approached Lord Cassian. He wore a welcoming smile as he extended his hand. "Ah, Lord Cassian, what a pleasant... home"

Cassian returned the greeting, maintaining the air of conviviality that the evening demanded. As they exchanged pleasantries, Alistair couldn't resist the hint of ambition that lay just beneath his cordial tone. "You must introduce me to Roman soon, especially with the promise of my daughter, Edith, as his arranged match. The time draws near for that meeting, I would think. They are both coming of age. It's time."

"Roman will be down soon." he reassured Alistair, masking his resentment. "Our children will meet soon enough." As he waved a servant to fetch his son, a sense of foreboding settled in his chest about the remainder of the evening.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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As they lay in the bed, Anneliese closed her eyes as Roman spoke softly to her. She didn’t want to go to the dinner — she didn’t want this girl to come anywhere close to him… he was hers, and she his.

Sitting up, as Mara left, Anneliese sat poised at the edge of the bed as she thought. She didn’t want to put a wedge between him and his family… and she didn’t want to give Cassian the pleasure or the power that he thought he had over them… rather she wanted to show outright defiance at this whole ordeal and show everyone who he loved, and that she was worthy of him.

After sitting silently for a minute, her voice breaking the silence — weight in her voice. “I don’t want to give him power over us — and I don’t want to see some other girl trying to take advances on you thinking just because of a title she has a right…” Her words stung — the implications heavy with each syllable spoken.

Standing up — she turned around and looked at him seriously.

“Roman — I know you love me…. And he’s made plans to arrange a match… for marriage.” A lump formed in her throat at the words — her eyes closing as her breathing began to speed up. “What if….” She paused as her vibrant and serous emerald gaze locked with his eyes. “You were engaged to me…”

It wasn’t because she wanted to force anything. It wasn’t because she was worried that Roman would be whisked away. The room would become silent once again as her words hung in the air, heavy enough to carry, to hold, to cradle. The words she’d longed to hear from the first moment she’d set eyes on him — from the first time she’d felt his lips on hers, from the first time she’d given herself to him. The thought of becoming one with Roman — being fully his, was her hearts one and true desire.

Holding her hand out to his cheek, she looked at him, her face flushed and her breathing shaky. “Please say something…” Her mind racing — hoping she hadn’t over stepped or over spoken.

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[Roman Vossari]

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As Roman sat there, words escaping him like shadows at twilight, he felt a tremor of emotions wash over him. The weight of Anneliese's proposal hung in the air like impending thunder, brilliant and electrifying, yet shrouded in uncertainty. They were so young, and the thought of marriage felt colossal, dizzying even. But denied was the truth that had etched itself into the very fabric of his soul: he loved her with a fervor that left no room for doubt.

He watched her, heart pounding as he searched her emerald eyes for a glimpse of fear or hesitation. Instead, he found a fierce determination, a beauty that struck him like light breaking through a storm. But he knew the gravity of this moment. Not here, not like this, with doubt lurking in the corners of their world surrounded by expectations and meddling families.

"Anneliese…" he murmured, words caught in his throat. His mind swirled with the image of a romantic get-away he had arranged for them, a secluded spot on the dock overlooking their enchanted lake where they could escape the heaviness of responsibilities and family obligations. It was perfect for what they needed. Their love deserved to be shared without prying eyes, just the two of them and the serenity of twilight wrapping around them like a soft cloak.

In a swift movement, he rose, scooping her up off the edge of the bed, Anneliese's soft gasp mingling with his racing heart. "Not here. Not like this." He felt like a wild beast, fierce yet tender, carrying his love to where they could be free, where their hearts could breathe. The very air crackled with possibilities as he navigated through the estate, holding her close, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of childlike rebellion. He dodged guests, who blurred into vague greetings and inquiries as he pushed forward, fueled by desire and the sweet urgency of her words.

But there was no escaping Cassian. The man's eyes sharpened as they locked onto Roman and Anneliese, a laser ready to swoop in. Roman felt a surge of annoyance, yet his composure was paramount. Roman leaned closer to a servant as Cassian approached, whispering something incomprehensible but fueled by the need to maintain their secret. Grell, a faithful companion, rushed at the his whispers, darting away on some errand unbeknownst to Anneliese.

Once down by the dock, the world opened up before them--a canvas painted with the molten hues of sunset, rippling waters reflecting their shared fervor. Candles dotted the area as if stars had slipped from the sky to witness their union, the fragrance of the lake blending with the salt of tears held at bay. Roman took a breath, his heart displaced, swirling around a dream he didn't know could come true along such a path.

He stood before Anneliese, her beauty more profound in the twilight--radiant and resolute, standing there as if destiny had forged her just for him. The moment he had envisioned countless times stirred within him, yet this time was different; there was an urgency, a significance to forge their bond amidst familial chaos.

Then the unexpected arrived--Grell, breathless yet gleeful, skidding down the dock as if summoned by fate itself. Without missing a beat, he slipped Roman something small and glimmering. A family ring, passed down through generations; a talisman of promises woven in blood and love. With his heart hammering against his chest, Roman sank to one knee before Anneliese, her gasp resonating in the quiet night, a sound that held all the possibilities of their shared future within it. The ring glimmered in the fading light, it felt like a token from the galaxy meant to bind their souls together.

"I might not have imagined this moment until you entered my life," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "but it's all I have thought about since... I don't want my family or anything else to stand between us. Anneliese, will you—" He paused, looking up into her wide emerald eyes, where hope and fear coalesced so beautifully. "Will you be mine, forever? I promise you this does not have to happen right away, we're still young. But please, know that my heart is yours, and that nothing--absolutely nothing--could tear us apart."

Roman held his breath, suspended in that moment, wondering if he had dared too much in seeking something so grand or if she would meet him alongside the waves that swirled beneath them, ready to build a future that shimmered even brighter than the twilight sky.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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The room was quiet — and the words that Anneliese having said could not be taken back. At first, it was hard for Annie to gauge his reaction… Her emerald eyes searching for an answer… searching for any sign of hesitation. She found none — for she was met with compassion and a fierce determination that rivaled her own… and as he spoke her name it only caused her heart to flutter as she smiled softly at him.

Then the unexpected happened.

“Not here… not like this.”

Lifting her up and in his arms as if she were nothing more than a mere feather, he carried her away, Anneliese holding tightly to him, her arms wrapped around his neck — crying his name out from the surprise. “Roman!” A soft giggle escaping her lips as he carried her out and down the hallway.

Her heart beat heavy in her chest as he moved through the crowd of guests, weaving in and out — his eyes intently focused, not once speaking a word to her, he was on a mission, and that was to rescue her from the world that threatened their love. Having made his dramatic entrance into the Grand Hall — she realized it seemed he had decided for them both they would not go stay for the dinner, and as she looked at him and him only, the stares, the whispers and judgements from those in attendance to the party melted away.

As Roman stopped and spoke to his most trusted steward Grell — she could feel Lord Cassians seething stare burning holes into Roman and her, especially her, the girl that would ruin everything he’d hoped to accomplish in setting his families position in power as one of the great noble houses. Guilt panged in her heart — was she putting a wedge in and driving Roman further from his family? In her eyes — the wealth, the lifestyle — she had nothing worldly to offer him but her love, would it be enough?… because in a sense, he was coming down to her level, as Lord Cassian had so stated — into the gutter, to the commoners place and meeting her there.

As he weaved once again in and out of the crowd, the murmurs growing louder — he finally broke free of the estate and they came out into the garden. Perhaps he wanted a quieter place — where the two of them could unwind from the days events and just be with each other… but no, still be continued on.

It was beautiful.

Setting her down with the upmost care, she gasped as she took in the surroundings of the docks. The sky was painted with the millions of brightly lit stars, and the wooden railings were covered in candles, casting a soft light all around them. Lost in the moment and unaware of what was taking place behind her, she turned around to the sound of hurried footsteps… it was Grell, but as she went smile, she noted the subtle exchange between hands as Roman then sank to one knee.

Her heart dropped and her head swam, making her feel dizzy as it became hard to breathe from the flood of emotions she was now feeling.

A promise, a pact, an oath.

As he grabbed her left hand and slipped the beautiful ring over her finger, her eyes once again flooded with tears as her right hand covered her mouth, trying her best to stop the sobs of joy from coming out. “Of course I will — I will… I will.”

Laughter breaking free from her lips she leaned down and kissed him as she cried, entwining her hands into the crimson locks of hair she loved. As they stood there locked in the moment, Greel simply admiring and beaming with pride as he watched his young Lord profess his love — Annie couldn’t help but to think the words — forever.

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[Roman Vossari]

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Roman knelt before Anneliese, the world around them fading away. Beneath the canopy of stars, his heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration. Every whisper of doubt that had plagued his mind moments before now transformed into an unwavering determination. No longer did he hear the murmurs of those who thought they knew the depths of his family's ambition or the weight of societal expectations. All that mattered was Anneliese.

As he slipped the ring onto her finger, a symbol of their unbreakable bond, he felt a surge of warmth that enveloped him both inside and out. It was a promise--not just of ownership, but of partnership. "You are my light," he thought, gazing up at her with a reverence he struggled to articulate. He knew her life had been filled with struggles, her every step a reminder of the social divide between them. Yet, in this moment, he felt they transcended it all; they were no longer Roman, the noble heir, and Anneliese, the common girl. They were two souls destined to navigate the tumultuous waters of their world together.

When she gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth, every second stretched into eternity as he held his breath--what if she turned away? What if she saw the scales tipping back toward the pressures of family and duty? But then he saw it: the tears welling in her emerald eyes were not of grief but joy. A cascade of laughter burst forth from her lips, a melody that resonated deep within him. "I will! I will… I will!" she declared, and in that instant, he felt the weight of his family's ambitions lift, replaced by the promise of a future filled with love.

He rose up, drawing her into his arms as he brushed away her tears with his thumb. The sweetness of her laughter filled the air as he pulled her in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a whirlwind of emotion. The world could have crumbled around them, but Roman felt invincible, fortified by the love they shared.

And then, he remembered Grell. The steward stood a few paces away, a proud smile on his face, witnessing the union that challenged the very fabric of their society. Roman could only spare a glance, acknowledging the loyalty that had brought them to this moment. Grell had seen it all--understood his tumultuous family dynamic, the barriers they faced as a couple in this family--and now, he stood witness to their triumph.

Pulling back slightly, their foreheads resting against one another, Roman smiled down at Anneliese, his heart brimming with affection. "You're everything to me," he whispered, the weight of his love crashing over them like a wave. "Together, we can face whatever the galaxy throws at us. I choose you."

With a sly grin that mirrored the mischief bubbling within him, Roman sprang to his feet. "You know," he said, his voice teasing, "I'm not sure if wolves can swim." With that, he playfully let go of her hand and, before she had a chance to respond, he leapt over the end of the dock and into the cool embrace of the water below. The splash echoed like a small bomb in the stillness of the night, sending ripples dancing across the surface.

"Come on, Anneliese! The water's lovely!" he called out, his voice filled with delightful laughter that echoed through the garden. As he surfaced, he shook his head like a dog, droplets scattering in every direction, catching the glint of the moonlight.

As they swam beneath the vast sky, the world beyond the docks faded into oblivion. The laughter, the murmurs, and the judgment that had followed them lingered only as ghostly whispers in their minds. The water shimmered around them like liquid silk, and every splash echoed with the joy of their shared defiance. Roman watched as Anneliese, her hair a dark halo around her head, glided effortlessly through the water, drawing closer to him with every stroke.

For those moments, nothing else mattered but each other. They twirled beneath the stars and emerged, laughing, shaking water from their eyes, their hearts entwined and unburdened.

But as the enchantment of the evening continued, the tranquility was broken by the sound of footsteps hurrying toward them. Grell appeared at the edge of the docks, the moonlight catching the worry lines etched on his face. "My Lord," he began, a hint of urgency in his voice, "Lord Cassian is sending servants to retrieve you. He wants you back inside for dinner."

Roman exchanged a glance with Anneliese, their joy teetering on the edge of reality. Roman's heart fluttered at the sight of her, the sparkle in her emerald eyes a bright beacon against the darkness. "Maybe we should just get this dinner over with." he said thoughtfully, though the mischief danced across his face, pulling her close to him.

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[Anneliese Kaohal]

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She was speechless.

Between the sobs, Roman fervently and passionately kissing her -- she couldn't process the joy that now swelled in her heart. She had been born into this world as a orphan... she was -- had been someone with no familial ties. Her whole life -- she'd always wondered what she missed out on, that is until she'd met every single person she'd come to love and cherish -- she wasn't an orphan anymore, she had a large, albeit semi-dysfunctional family. As she held onto Roman, she flexed the fingers on her left hand as the candlelight hit the ring and reflected in its soft glow -- they were to be a family one day, the would have... a family one day.

This moment would be forever ingrained in her memory, and nothing would take this away. Nothing.

As he pulled back and wiped the streaks across her cheeks that her tears had left behind, mixed in with makeup -- she let out another giggle as their breath mingled together. Her eyes were sparkling from the joy that exuded off of her -- she still couldn't believe it... it was her own real-life fairy tale. Giving a small glance over to Grell, she smiled softly at him as she reached out gently, her own way of saying thank you for all that he'd done and the kindness he had shown her in her short time here so far.

As the tone changed, the playful tone now dripping off of his lips as he spoke, what he did even took her by surprise.

"Come on in! The waters great!"

She couldn't resist smiling at Roman -- the boy she'd come to love was now the man she loved... and he was hers, now and forever. Kicking her heels off she couldn't help but to giggle and squeal as she lifted her dress up just slightly, taking a running start off the docks. "Whoooo!!" Her voice echoing out in the night air and all around the surface of the water -- the large splash heard as she went under the surface.

Rising out of the water she let out another scream of joy as she diligently tread water in her dress which seemed to act more like an anchor than anything on her. Feeling Roman swim close and scoop her back into his arms, her hands came up as she held onto his neck. As she traced the side of his ear down to his jawline, she spoke softly, as if telling her a secret. "I love you... I love you so much." As she inhaled sharply, doing her best not to cry again from how happy she was. "I promise... I swear... I will love you until the day I die." As her voice broke, her hands shaking. "I know I have nothing -- but I will always give you everything I have, all that I am."

It was, fun. It was light-hearted. The world felt shut off -- and it felt like their own paradise until... Grell showed up, clearly bothered... and she knew, Lord Cassian hadn't been cordial with him as he spoke, urging them both to come in to the dinner party that had now been going on for a couple hours now.

As Grell and a few female stewards helped Anneliese up and out of the water -- she looked back at Roman as she held her hand out, the ring shining in the light. "I'll see you soon -- ok? Wait for me -- I want to go in together..." With that, the two stewardess ushered her along and up towards her bedroom to be redressed and refreshed up. Anneliese had a new fire lit underneath her. She wasn't just some plaything that was going to go away, she wasn't some one-time fling in his bed, she was now and forevermore, Anneliese Vossari-Kaohal... and she was going to show everyone just how much poise and fire she had in her.

Several moments later...

Anneliese came out from the guest suite -- her heels clicking rhythmically down the hallways as she approached the grand doors where she knew Roman would be awaiting her. As the doors swung open, a fiery-red haired woman would stand in the threshold, filled with poise -- turns out she did learn something from Corazona von Ascania in etiquette class. A victorious grin adorned her face as several people in the crowd turned to see her as she wrapped her arm around Roman.

She wore a vibrant, form-fitting gold dress that rippled down her body -- the sheer fabric rippling softly like the waves in the ocean. Her hair was pulled up and neatly done, the jeweled pins that held it in place glimmering as the light hit them. Her back, like the last dress was open, her black, bleeding crescent moon tattoo exposed, now -- a badge of honor in her mind as several on lookers seemed to make note of it... and to top it off, the way in which she held Romans arm... only helped to expose and show off the ring that now adorned her left ring finger -- she wasn't hiding it -- she wanted them to know who belonged to who.

As they would come to the end of the stairway, she could hear the silent rage from Lord Cassian and the sheer surprise from Lady Mara. As they stopped now in front of them, noting the way Lord Cassian held his cup -- her emerald eyes came up as she smiled politely, curtsying slightly as her soft voice broke the silence. "We apologize for our tardiness my Lord. My -- my, it seems as if your favoring your right wrist, are you alright?" It was as passive-aggressive as she could muster -- she might as well have been just giving him the bird, but no -- this was more fun... he was right earlier, the shock on his face as she spoke and as they both saw the ring was so -- much better.

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[Roman Vossari]

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As Anneliese splashed into the cool moonlit waters, the laughter still ringing in his ears. He felt a rush of joy sweeping through him, mingling with the warmth of the love he had for her--a love that had blossomed from a boyish crush into something much deeper and permanent. He took a moment to soak her in as she emerged from the water, hair glistening like strands of silver against the backdrop of the night, eyes alight with dreams and fervor. She truly was a vision, and he felt proud--and a little possessive--when she whispered those three words that made his heart swell. "I love you."

Just as Anneliese was pulled from the water by Grell and the swift skimming of their joyous moment shattered into the reality of the evening's obligations, Roman lingered at the water's edge before being helped out. The universe felt both vast and tiny, all culminating around the pair of them. It amazed him how love could silence an entire world, only to be filled with hushed uncertainty when the myriad of responsibilities came flooding back.

Grell clapped a hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his reverie. "Congratulations, Roman! You don't deserve a woman like her." the older man said enthusiastically, his grin rivaling the moon's radiance. Roman couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar warmth of Grell's camaraderie, feeling a surge of pride course through him--this union was real and he was ready to embrace every moment.

Together, they strolled back toward the estate, their laughter echoing along the path, still graced by the joyful aftershocks of Anneliese's leap into the night. Roman couldn't recall a time he had been so carefree, every worry seemed to melt away as he shared his dreams for their future with Grell, albeit without the heavy pressure of what Lord Cassian would expect.

Once inside, Roman swept to his room, urgency setting in as he battled against the damp fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin. He moved with hurried precision, trying to dry off, his heart racing in anticipation of Anneliese's grand entrance into the dining hall. This was not just another evening, it was a bold declaration of their love and commitment. He wanted to see her face, to witness her poise as she stepped from the shadows of the past into the light of their shared future.

He leaned against the wall, glancing at the grand doors, hair still damp, excitement fluttering in his chest. The moment she reentered his life, he felt the rush of something powerful course through him. The anticipation of her glamorously arrayed presence was amplified by the thought of how fiercely she had claimed him--how she would soon no longer just Anneliese but Anneliese Vossari-Kaohal. Such a name must echo and ripple through the halls, leaving no room for doubt about her place at his side.

Then she appeared, the doors swinging open to reveal a radiant figure, an ethereal charm shining through her golden gown. Roman's breath caught in his throat; she was stunning--a goddess swathed in sunlight. Her confident stride sparked admiration from the crowd as she wrapped her arm around his, but what thrilled him more was the way her eyes lit with delight as she settled next to him, the fierce love they shared manifesting in a shared connection that even that illustrious gathering couldn't extinguish.

Most of the guests were enraptured by her elegance, though he couldn't help but catch the eye of Lord Cassian, whose displeasure simmered beneath the surface like a boiling pot. Roman let out a soft chuckle, the hard edge of tension softening for a moment, as Anneliese jabbed at his father's earlier attack on her. It was a joy to see her command the attention of the room, a powerful presence that sent a clear message--Anneliese was here, and she would not be silenced.

As Lady Mara ushered everyone into the Grand Dining Hall, Roman felt a protective instinct bubble up. The throngs of people moved to their seats, but just as he was about to settle in next to Anneliese, he felt Lord Cassian's grip on his wrist, a warning glance passed between them that spoke volumes. With a quick surge of defiance, Roman broke free and slid into his seat next to Anneliese, feeling a swell of camaraderie as he claimed her hand under the table, a brief yet powerful touch to let her know she was not alone in the thickening tension.

But, true to his father's maneuvering, Edith took the seat beside him. Roman couldn't help but smile awkwardly--the oddity of being flanked by two women felt like he was caught in a dynamic he was unprepared for. His thoughts drifted back to the simplicity of the docks, the splashing water, and the clarity of love unconfined by expectations.

As dinner commenced, his focus shifted to the table discussions buzzing around him, most reaching to have Roman spin tales of the Jedi. He saw Alistair lean in, brow furrowing as he pressed Lord Cassian about Roman's relationship dynamics, calling into question the depth of his bond with Anneliese. Roman squeezed Anneliese's hand tighter beneath the table, offering her silent strength. He would stand firm against whatever pressures mounted, determined to forge his own path.

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Tag: Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber II Engagement Ring II Outfit X X II Equipment X X X II Theme Song II Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari

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Nothing could knock her off the cloud she was now floating on — not the girl placed next to Roman, and certainly not his Father who now bore holes into the both of them. Roman was hers — and as he held her hand beneath the table, feeling him hold her left hand… the hand that was now marked by him — the ring, that was a symbol of oneness… which openly told any other male she was spoken for, she was now his and his only.

She fething loved it.

Pulling their hands up from under the table and out into the open, a satisfied smile pasted on her face… the ring vibrantly sticking out on her finger — her natural warmth and exuberance radiating from her, as only that of a woman deeply in love would exhibit. Several guests who were in attendance, mostly females began making joyful remarks at the table at how beautiful the ring was.

"Thank you — I appreciate it. Yes — yes, we'll be sure to do that." Anneliese fielding all the questions, politely speaking to those kind few that were absolutely captivated by both Roman and her. "Oh no — they have sent us all over." Questions now asked about her time with the Jedi, as an apprentice in the order. "Yes milady, my Master is actually our Grandmaster, Valery Noble — yes, yes, that same one."

She was poised — answered with dignity, and never once showed Cassian any hint that he was going to be allowed to ruin this for either of them.

Lord Cassian however was not amused, and was fuming silently.

How dare he — the Lord thought as he ate his meal, his eyes glaring with hidden threat. How dare that boy defy me… and her, his eyes now lingering on Anneliese… the girl that was outwardly defying and ruining everything for him. He hated her — her outright presence was an affront and he wished in his very core that he’d kept better tabs on Roman — that or —that he’d never allowed his adventure to the Jedi Temple.

If Roman thought this union would be blessed — his son was sorely mistaken. He wouldn’t allow this defiance to stand.

Lord Alastair, sat — his eyes full of irritation as his daughter sat next to Roman — the boy she’d been promised by Cassian, to be a suitable match — practically ignored. Leaning in once again to Cassian he spoke. “You told me your son would be a suitable match — you promised me a dowry, and let me remind you of the importance this marriage would have for both our houses… what is this? A jest? A joke? This girl — whose hand he’s yet to release has a ring Cassian! I demand an answer! Do you think I am a joke? That this is some game?”

His voice raised slightly, and as Anneliese peered over along with Roman, she could feel the tension in the air. Things were just beginning to wind up… this was going to be a fight, one for their love.

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[Roman Vossari]

Serenno | Banquet Hall
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Anneliese Kaohal

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Roman's heart raced as he looked across the table at his father, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical burden. Lord Cassian's expression was a storm of fury, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. Fuming under the escalating tension, Roman tightened his grip on Anneliese's hand, finding in her warmth a tether that kept him from exploding in anger.

"You would think this was a jest." Lord Alastair sneered, his voice slicing through the murmurs of the other guests. "My son will not give himself to this… this outsider." Cassian spat the last word as if it were poison. Roman felt a blush creep up his neck, a mix of embarrassment and defiance boiling within him.

"Father," he said, his voice strained yet steady, "Anneliese is not an outsider. She's my fiancée." He made sure to emphasize the word 'fiancée', his heart swelling with pride at the significant bond they shared. It was a claim, a declaration that he would stand by her no matter what the hell Cassian or Alastair thought.

Lord Cassian scoffed, leaning back in his chair, his anger palpable. "A momentary fling, Roman! Nothing more! Do you really think you can just walk away from your responsibilities? From your obligations?" Cassian's voice rose, echoing in the now silent room.

"Obligations?" Roman shot back, his tone sharper than he intended. "You mean the ones you've forced upon me? The ones that have nothing to do with what I truly want?" He glanced at Anneliese, the conviction in her eyes igniting a stronger fire within him--a resolve to stand his ground.

Lord Cassian's brow furrowed with rage. "Insolence! You think you can disregard your lineage for the sake of infatuation? Look at this girl! She has no title, no power, no standing!" His voice crescendoed, the words rising like thunder as Roman felt the heat in his chest swell.

"I don't care about titles or power! I care about love! About her!" Roman shouted, the room held in a stunned silence, caught in the torrent of father and son.

"Love is fleeting, Roman!" Cassian spat, his face twisted in fury. "You're being naive, and I'll not allow you to throw away your future! You will not disgrace our family name for this... thi--"

"This what?" Roman interrupted, his pulse thrumming wildly.

"Enough!" Lord Cassian's voice thundered, shaking the table as he slammed his hand down, causing the crystal goblets to rattle precariously. "You will listen to your elders! I do not recognize this foolishness! Leave! All of you!" He waved his hand dismissively at the guests, many of whom looked on with wide eyes.

"I said leave! Now!" Cassian's voice rose even further, the weight of his authority demanding compliance. One by one, guests began rising from their seats, glancing from Roman to Anneliese, as if they were intruders in a showdown. Roman felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as friends and acquaintances slipped silently out of the room.

Once the last of the guests had exited -- only Lord Cassian, Lady Mara, Anneliese, and Roman remained -- leaving a chilling silence behind, Cassian advanced on Roman with the intent of an enraged bull. In an instant, he was before his son, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Roman gasped, but even that shock was not enough to quell the fire in his chest.

"Do you think this is a game?" Cassian spat, his tone laden with venom. "You will end this absurdity--or so help me, you will not see the light of day until you come to your senses. It is time for you to grow up and accept your responsibilities, Roman!"

Roman met his father's furious gaze with an intensity that could hardly be described. Every instinct urged him to cower, to bend under the weight of Cassian's expectations, but the love for Anneliese--magnificent, incandescent, and wholly his--burned hotter than any intimidation his father could muster. "You hold no power over me anymore Father." Roman declared, voice steady despite the pressure.

Cassian's face twisted with rage, and he bared his teeth in a snarl. In a flash, he jabbed Roman in the gut, forcing the wind from him as he doubled over and collapsed onto the ornate rug. "You're still my son, and you will learn discipline! No son of mine will bring shame upon this family!"

Gasping for breath, Roman pushed himself up to all fours, fury igniting in him. He wiped blood from the corner of his mouth with a shaking hand, steadied his breathing, and glared up at Cassian, whose anger made him appear larger, more monstrous than ever.

Cassian removed his overcoat, tossing it aside with a flourish as he pulled off his gloves, readying himself to unleash a storm of pain onto his own flesh and blood.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber II Engagement Ring II Outfit X X II Equipment X X X II Theme Song II Bloodline Tattoo

Tags: Roman Vossari
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She had never been more embarrassed than she was now — but more so for Roman as his father pitched his temper tantrum.

However…

She’d never been more proud in her life than when Roman stood up for them, defended their love — when he his lips spoke that she was his fiancé in front of everyone, he was not going to back down.

A soft smile formed as her eyes stared up at him, holding his hand for support.

Despite the pride, she cringed as Cassian continued his onslaught, in front of everyone. It was and became a painful reminder of just how small she was in Romans world… and how she once again felt like the home wrecker coming to steal Roman away… but from how it looked on the outside, he was clearly better off and she knew he didn’t care about any of it.

Murmurs, looks, and judgements.

As everyone began to stand and leave at the demands of Lord Cassian, an uneasy pit formed in her stomach as it dwindled down to just the five of them.

It was quick and decisive — but as Cassian bridged the gap quickly, Roman instinctively pushed Anneliese away as his father grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. A gasp escaping her mouth, only righteous anger entered as her fists clenched… no one deserved the treatment he was receiving. It wasn’t right.

She bit down hard on her teeth as she tried her best to restrain, to let Roman fight this battle… but it took every bit of effort on her part not to lash out.

Word for word, the two fought and butt heads as Cassian worked himself up into a frenzy, each syllable escaping his mouth with droplets of spit, his face flushed with rage… and each time they spoke, her heart wrenched into the pits of her stomach. Regardless of the wrath he faced — he was holding his own, until — the unspeakable happened and once again, like a child loosing a fight, Cassian stooped to physical intimidation to try to win.

Her fist clenched harder as she watched Roman drop to the floor, doubled over.

Anger — unbridled righteous fury filled her mind as her teeth began to bare, the force slowly building up within — until like a fire shut up in her bones, she could no longer bear it.

“Enough!!!!”

Her voice echoed and boomed aided with the force as a rumble would be felt through the house, her unruly red hair rippling softly as if somehow the very fibers of her fair were alit like wisps of fire. “Keep your hands off him.”

Taking a few steps forward, she spoke — the tempest in her heart bursting forth. “Lord Cassian — I’ve never once meant any disrespect… and you have made me aware of my station from the very first minute I’ve step foot here… but there is more to life than a title, that holds no power — so come down off your high horse and pull your head out and breathe for a minute and look at how your acting… like a child throwing a tantrum.” Taking a few more steps towards both, slowly making her advance. “Roman doesn’t need me to fight his battles — but if you’re going to pick a fight with him, you’ve got one with me. Now — back off, and let’s talk — now… because one way or another, Him and I are getting married at some point… with or without your blessing and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

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[Roman Vossari]

Serenno | Banquet Hall
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Anneliese Kaohal

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As Cassian scoffed at Anneliese's bold declaration, he released Roman's collar, stepping back, but the disdain on his face remained palpable. Roman felt a surge of gratitude toward Anneliese; her fierce spirit kindled something deep within him. The atmosphere was thick with tension, but the moment he met Anneliese's supportive gaze, he found the strength to rise from the cold floor where he had crumpled.

"Father," Roman began, straightening up and brushing off his clothes with an air of defiance. The fire in his chest roared to life; he was done cowering. "You can insult me all you want, but Anneliese deserves more respect than you've ever shown her."

Cassian regarded him with a mixture of disbelief and contempt. "You think you've made some grand stand?" he retorted, glaring at both Roman and Anneliese. "You are nothing more than a foolish child playing at love. I will not support this madness any longer. This is your last trip home, Roman. If you choose to remain with her, then you are no longer a part of this family."

A sharp pain struck Roman's heart, the words hanging in the air like a thunderclap. He had always known this confrontation was possible, but hearing it out loud felt like a dagger to his chest. He took a step closer to his father, leveling his voice. "You think I care about your title or your approval? Maybe I used to… but the person I care about is Anneliese. You may choose to disown me, but this isn't just a phase for us. This is real, and I won't let you bully me into letting it go."

Cassian huffed, anger churning beneath his steely exterior. "Then face the facts, Roman. Your mother might indulge this nonsense, but I will not. I have my obligations, my duties, and I will not let you ruin our future for this childish whim." With that, he turned on his heel, marching away, leaving Roman and Anneliese in the suffocating silence of the moment.

As Cassian retreated into the crowd--a haze of whispers and uneasy glances--Lady Mara, Roman's mother, approached them, her expression shadowed by remorse. The warmth of her presence was a balm, but the tears glimmering in her eyes spoke volumes.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Why didn't you stop him, Mother?" Roman pleaded, frustration spilling over. "All those years of letting him behave this way… How could you stand by?"

"I've tried, Roman. I truly have," she responded, a few tears spilling over, glimmering against her pale skin. "Your father is a proud man, and he believes he's protecting our family's name. I may have chosen to remain silent to keep the peace. I thought it was better than stirring the pot."

Roman's heart sank at her words. "If this is the peace you wanted, it's not worth it. He's tearing us apart!"

Mara hesitated, glancing back toward the grand hall where the remnants of their party unfolded--a facade of laughter masking the tension and drama. "Perhaps… perhaps it would be best if you both didn't return to the party. After what just happened…" She shook her head, eyes downcast. "It wouldn't be pleasant for you. I'll speak to him, but for now, I think it's best you step away."

Nodding, Roman took Anneliese's hand, entwining his fingers with hers, feeling the warmth solidify his resolve. Together, they made their way back toward the guest room, the tumult in his chest settling only slightly but still weighing heavily.

"I'm sorry for all of this," Roman murmured as they entered the room, carefully shutting the door behind them. "You shouldn't have had to witness that. My father… he has always been like this, but I never found the courage to fight back before."

With a heavy heart, Roman turned towards the bathroom, needing to wash away the remnants of the confrontation, the embarrassment igniting shame he had kept under wraps for so long. He could barely bear the thought of her carrying this burden, a burden he had not planned for her to share. As he splashed cold water on his face, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror--a man at a crossroads, a man with newfound spirit battling against his father's shadow.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber II Engagement Ring II Outfit X X II Equipment X X X II Theme Song II Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari

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As they walked back to the guest suite — she didn’t feel victorious, she felt utterly and hopelessly defeated.

She’d driven a wedge between Roman and his family. Despite the comfort Roman tried to offer her — she knew, it was because her fought for her, for them. As Roman went to the bathroom, she was left in the heavy silence that oppressed the room.

It was deafening… being left to her own thoughts as she sat on the edge of the bed, sorrow creeping up from the pits of her stomach and up into her throat as a sob broke free, her hands clasping her mouth as she resisted against it, her eyes closing as her facial features contorted, her cheeks flushing red— he didn’t need to her hear crying, it was the last thing he needed right now.

She had to be strong.

As she opened her eyes however, Grell, his faithful and gracious steward stood by her, a handkerchief in his hand, extending it to her to comfort her. “My dear Lady, don’t you fret for one minute.”

How could he say that? Had he not seen the same thing she saw? Heard? Her voice breaking slightly as she sniffled, wiping her face with the soft and nearly folded cloth. “How can you say that? It was awful what Cassian said — and it’s all my fa—..” He held his hand up to cut her off as he knelt down and clasped her hands.

“Roman has fought this for a long time Miss Kaohal. His father, no matter how much you say will never change his mind.” He paused as he thought carefully what to say. “You have ignited something in my dear Lord, a confidence that I have not ever seen in him… and I can still recall the very first time I heard his cries echoing in these very halls.” His face and eyes painted with nostalgia.

“Maybe — maybe I could change his mind though… prove that I can be something of benefit to this family.” She spoke, grasping at hope, at works that she thought might help Roman keep his familial bonds.

“Alas I’m afraid you trying to speak with Cassian will simply fall on deaf ears my dear girl.” Patting her hand he lifted up from the floor and stood. “Do not worry, this time should be a happy thing, not shadowed by this uncertainty… I am delighted you are the light that guides my young Lord… you are enough Miss Koahal. Never forget that.”

Her pearly white canines gleaned as she giggled at Grell, her hand reaching up and grabbing his as her gently voice spoke up. “You have such a beautiful soul Grell… thank you.”

The old man simply smiled as he chuffed. “As do you my dear girl… As do you.”

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[Roman Vossari]

Serenno | Guest Suite
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Anneliese Kaohal

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Roman stood at the sink, staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror as the warmth of the water splashed against his hands. He felt like the walls were closing in around him, and the words Cassian had thrown at Anneliese echoed in his mind, suffocating him. He couldn't bear the thought that his father's disdain had driven a wedge between them -- that his family, supposed to be his sanctuary, had become a battlefield. He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs and grounding him, and promised himself that he would not let this tear them apart.

He wiped his hands on a towel and straightened his shoulders, setting his jaw with determination. Anneliese needed him, needed reassurance that this was not her fault, that their love was stronger than the venomous words spoken in anger.

As Roman stepped out of the bathroom, he was greeted by the sight of Anneliese sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingers clutching a handkerchief as Grell's comforting presence hovered nearby. The sight twisted his heart, a pang of guilt washing over him as he noticed the tear-streaked cheeks and the sorrowful look in her eyes.

He approached slowly, the soft rhythm of his footsteps barely interrupting the heavy silence but sending an undercurrent of warmth through the air. "Anneliese." he murmured, his voice low and gentle, trying to infuse it with the strength he felt he was lacking.

She looked up, and the moment their eyes met, he saw her struggle -- the guilt that burdened her spirit. He closed the distance, kneeling beside her so they were eye to eye. "This isn't your fault." he began, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. "What my father said--it's a reflection of his own fears and insecurities."

He reached out, cradling her face gently in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that stained her cheeks. "You are not the reason. This isn't something you created; it's something we're fighting against. You've brought me a clarity I didn't have before -- a strength to stand up for what I want. I won't let my family dictate our happiness."

His words poured from him, raw and sincere. He could see her breathing steady, the tension in her shoulders softening as she processed his reassurance. "We will find a way through this together." he continued, his voice laced with promise. "I will not let my father's anger come between us. You've ignited something in me that is worth fighting for, and I won't allow anyone to take that away."

Just then, Grell quietly excused himself, leaving the two of them in a cocoon of intimacy and understanding. Roman kept his gaze locked on Anneliese, searching her eyes for a flicker of hope, a sign that she could see what he did. "Together, we'll face whatever comes." he whispered, leaning in closer, pulling her gently into his embrace. He felt her heart racing against his chest, a soft echo of relief among the tension.

She leaned into him as he held her left hand up to the light, admiring the ring that sparkled there--a symbol of their unbreakable bond amidst the chaos surrounding them. "Look at this." he said softly, almost reverently, trying to draw a moment of joy out of the situation.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

Items: Lightsaber II Engagement Ring II Outfit X X II Equipment X X X II Theme Song II Bloodline Tattoo
Tags: Roman Vossari
Location: Vossari Estate
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Anneliese simply stared at Roman as he once again comforted her, him grabbing and lifting her hand, once again revealing the ring that now decorated her hand. "Whatever comes -- together." It wasn't just a piece of jewelry... objects themselves held no value, rather it was the promise and oath that the ring itself held for both.

There was nothing more to be said. The day had thrown several challenges -- a roller-coaster of emotions and all Annie knew was she was exhausted. Kicking her heels off and sliding into the bed, she lay on top of the extremely plush bed... and she could feel the weight lifting from her body as she began to relax.

As she felt Roman crawl into the bed next to her, she shifted her weight so that he could hold her, because regardless of any amount of comfort, it had been a hard and trying day -- and as she lay there, the soft white noise that the room gave off, Annie began to drift into a blissful sleep, enjoying the calming presence that Roman gave off.

Tomorrow would be better... it just had to be.

As daylight would break, Anneliese would awaken to the sound of Grell stirring her. His warm smile, which only caused the corners of his mouth and cheeks to wrinkle only made her give him a sleepy smile, her eyes still showing her morning confusion. "Good morning Grell." Looking down, she could smell the fresh fruit and assortment of food he held in his hands, his voice breaking the silence of the room. "I thought after yesterdays events, since you hadn't eaten Young Miss, you might enjoy breakfast catered to you this morning... Please... It would do my heart good, as well as the Young Lords if you ate something."

She was being flanked, first thing out of the gate -- her lips would curl into a full fledged smile, he was so sweet. "Ok, Grell -- I'm sitting up, I give in. Thank you." All he could do was simply smile at her in accomplishment as she sat up in bed next to the slumbering Roman and allowed him to lay the tray of food onto her lap.

Nudging Roman slightly, she poked at him... if she had to eat, so did he. Fair was fair.

"Roman -- wake up! Grell brought us all this food... and I by no means tend to eat it all by myself."

 

[Roman Vossari]

Serenno | Guest Suite
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Anneliese Kaohal

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Roman lay peacefully in bed, the warmth of Anneliese next to him a comforting presence that wrapped around his heart like the softest blanket. Their day had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, with the quiet stillness of the night enveloping them, he felt a sense of tranquility he hadn't experienced in what felt like ages.

He smiled to himself, knowing that sleeping next to Annie was always an adventure--her small frame held a surprising vigor when she drifted off. More than once, he had woken in a tangle of sheets, limbs, and giggles as she kicked and flailed in her sleep, the occasional snore slipping past her lips, utterly unladylike yet endearingly charming. While he, on the other hand, was a man of stillness, practically a statue in comparison.

When he finally lulled into slumber that night, it was with her soft breaths filling the space between them, lulling him into a deep and peaceful sleep.

His dreams were lighthearted, filled with images of places they could explore together, joyous laughter, and tiny moments of intimacy that made his heart swell. But then he was jolted awake by a melodious yet demanding voice breaking the gentle cocoon of his slumber.

"Roman—wake up!"

He shot straight up, his unkempt hair falling wildly over his face, temporarily blinding him as he turned groggily towards the breakfast tray that Grell had placed beside Anneliese. Roman squinted, trying to focus on the vibrant assortment of fruits and pastries, still caught in the haze of dreams and sleep. He managed to mumble a sleepy acknowledgement, his hand reaching out to pluck a piece of fresh bread from the tray and take a few bites, his eyes half-shut in blissful indulgence.

Grell, ever the dutiful caretaker, moved around the room with efficiency, opening the shutters to allow beams of morning light to pour in. Roman could hardly hear him at first, lost in the crisp flavors of his breakfast before he felt the weight of reality settle back onto his shoulders.

"Young Lords," Grell announced, his voice cheerily cutting through the morning fog, "the transport into town will be prepared shortly. The Unity Day festivities will be starting soon."

Roman raised an eyebrow, memories of past Unity Days flooding back as he scrubbed his face with his hands in an attempt to wake fully. "You're chaperoning us today, Grell?" he asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Yes, indeed! I thought it might be best for all of you to be away from the estate today. Lots of excitement awaits!" Grell answered, a proud smile decorating his face.

Roman nodded, gratitude blooming within him as Grell departed the room, leaving the two of them to prepare. He flung himself out of bed, stretching his limbs like a cat, invigorated by the thought of the day ahead.

"Anneliese," he called, turning back to look at her still a little groggy, "Unity Day on Serenno is always a sight to behold. There's going to be dancing, music... so much laughter... I have a few old friends I was hoping to meet up with, people you'd love to be around."

He watched her slowly shake off the remnants of sleep, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The world outside their tranquil little sanctuary was waiting, vibrant and adorned in colors celebrating unity and joy, and he hoped dearly that she would share in that excitement with him.

As he rifled through his clothes to find something appropriate for the festivities, something casual, he couldn't help but feel a swell of happiness. No matter what challenges the days before held, he couldn't shake the feeling that today, with Anneliese by his side, was going to be extraordinary.

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Items: Lightsaber I Engagement Ring I Outfit X X II Equipment X X X I Theme Song I Bloodline Tattoo




Tags: Roman Vossari
Objective: Unity Day Adventure​

She liked Grell -- no two ways about it.

As she ate slowly on a piece of breakfast meat sitting upright in bed, she simply smiled contently at Roman. "I do like big fun events... and the prospect of you showing me off to your friends?" A glint of mischief lingering in her voice. "Why Lord Vossari -- I'm flattered."

She couldn't help but to poke slightly, it had been a rough past day, and the tone had definitely soured the day prior due to events out of their hands.

Moving the tray towards the middle of the bed, Anneliese stood and stretched, small pop's heard coming from her joints as she twisted and walked towards the closet. She wanted to wear her normal attire, but... she also wanted to see Roman's jaw go slack again with just how well she could clean up. That never got old, and she liked feeling pretty around him -- he was the only one she wanted to do that for.

Picking out a summer dress, with a cream colored top -- which just on the sides of the shoulders, and had a light green floral printed bottom, she walked towards the bathroom and got dressed.

Allowing the water from the shower to run down her she stood there and just enjoyed the soothing sensation. Breathing in and out as she closed her eyes -- she wasn't through with the conversation from last night, regarding Cassian -- and before her and Roman left back for the temple she was determined to have another talk to him.

Hoping out of the shower, drying her hair and fixing the hot mess that it was, the door to the bathroom would open once more.

Standing bear-footed in the summer dress, her hair pulled back in a delicate and loose braid she stood in the door way, her eyes looking at Roman. The tops of her shoulders showed her sun-kissed skin, and the dress stopped just above the knee. "So -- you ready for some fun?"