Thread: Fallen Moon/Lady

Draconis Abraxas Malfoy, was in his element. this Ball was something he was very used to, no matter the strange culture that he had fallen into. everyone saw the pale, beautiful blond man as a threat, mostly because no one was sure where Draco had come from. he had simply appeared one day at the Tsar's side, like a crystal glass. so beautiful, looking so fragile, and yet so sharp he could cut to the bone with a few short words and a tone as icy as Russia's winter. everyone feared that Draco, the foreigner was after the throne, but they needn't have worried. because Draconis Abraxas Malfoy, was dead. oh he hadn't stayed dead, but he had in fact died, he'd sacrificed himself to save his lover, and for that single selfless act in a sea of selfishness he had been given a chance to earn his way into heaven. today was the first day that the Tsar had really been willing to have Draco more than a few feet away from him, only the Tsar knew what Draco was. a Guardian Angel, a creature of light, and peace, sent to stop a bloody war. the beautiful 'Icy Prince' just had to find out how. He smiled as he spoke to a duchess who was flirting shamelessly with him, hoping to curry favor and a greater position of power. he let her have her fantasies as he sipped a small glass of champagne, his silver eyes on the lookout for any signs of danger. there would be bloody attempts at the Tsar's life before too long. but not tonight, tonight they where all focused on Anna, on winning her hand. the fools. Draco was well aware of how smart, and independent the Grand Duchess was. they would not fool her with empty words and smiles. he smirked a little as he watched her slid back in, only to be swarmed by the men again and he decided to offer her a small break, sliding through the crowds, which parted for him. suspicious though they where, he was the Tsar's favorite, and none would dare insult the Tsar by refusing Draco the reverence and obedience that he deserved. My Lady. Draco bowed to her, it had taken him three days to relearn the proper bows. Russians did everything differently than the Pure Bloods of English culture. but he bowed properly now, and then took her hand, laying a gentle, chaste, and proper kiss upon her knuckles, as a gentleman was SUPPOSED to do. many of the men of the evening had attempted much less... proper, kisses upon her hand, and even on her arm. Draco was surprised she hadn't called the guards down upon them. i noticed you where surrounded by uncultured heathens, and thought to offer you at least one dance where your toes would not be sore in the after. he offered, tossing her a wink as several faces in the crowd turned red as they realized they where being insulted. would you honor me in such a manner? again, proper respect. Draco was beneath her, and was asking her for her grace, instead of assuming she would be the one honored, as others in the crowd had done. full of themselves they had simply assumed she would be swept off her feet at the mere sight of them. Draco wanted to laugh in their faces and show them the REAL Grand Duchess, the woman who would rather have them strung, quartered, and then tortured for their assumptions. he wouldn't though, that would cause problems, more for her than for him.