Thread: To Catch a Mate. [Requiem + Midnight]

Trianna had been patient for two days. Now, she wasn't like most vampires whose patient was practically nil. No, she was more patient than any saint would ever be. But when she wanted something, she usually took her time and was even more patient than usual. But not this time. She had seen Vincent and couldn't help but feel some spark in her black heart. She had never felt such a connection with anyone, much less a stranger. It was odd and she couldn't name it, but she wanted to speak with him, get to know, and find out if possibly...he might accept her. She wanted that more than anything. It was hard enough being the daughter of one of the ruling families, and the only daughter at that. She was the next heir in line, her brother being the current head of the family since their father's decision to step down since his illness was ravaging him along with old age. Her brother, despite being much, much older, wanted her happiness more than anything. But he also wanted her to be secured by a mate. Her bloodline was too valuable for her to go without one for much longer. Still...she would rather be alone. Trianna sat before her vanity, her short hair straightened and brushed to a degree that it shimmered faintly. She put the lightest dusting of gold paint on her lips and the lightest brush of kohl around her eyes. That along with her pale skin, made her appearance much more pronounced and fetching. But she didn't know if she was attractive enough for the young male downstairs. She had been told of her beauty over and over, but for some reason, she could never believe it. Call it modesty or doubt, but she wasn't vain enough to believe her looks were all she needed or all that represented her. She adjusted the velvet choker around her throat, a little crescent moon pendent dangling at the hollow of her throat. She wore a shimmering gown of deep red and pale gold, no hoops, just enough fabric to cover her without requiring hoops to hold up the extra yards of fabric. The bodice hugged her chest, made her cleavage swell just a little bit more, enticing but still modest. It was an off-the-shoulder gown, with a corset underneath. She stood up from her vanity, slipping on her matching heels, her stockings in the proper place. She wore very little jewelry, just her necklace and the ring on her right ring finger with the family crest of dragons. Looking over her appearance, she gave the lightest of sighs. One of her servants smiled at her but said nothing, approval in her gaze. Trianna didn't blush but she questioned with her eyes, looking back at her expression in the mirror. She...looked like a living porcelain doll. It took a lot for Trianna to show expression, having grown up in a family of all males who proclaimed showing emotion was weak-minded. But her eyes told a different story. Shaking her head lightly, she adjusted her skirts a moment before she exited her bedroom and walked calmly and quietly down the stairs to the main hall. She was nervous, feeling her pulse jump slightly under her skin. She took a calming breath as she heard Vincent's voice. It went over her skin like a caress, making her shiver in the slightest. She could see him looking around in curiosity and she had to smile faintly to herself. She kept that light, delicate smile as she made her presence known to him. Hello.. She said quietly, appearing within his line of sight as she reached the final step of the long stairwell. Her voice was soft and seductive, yet laced with innocence and a certain calm that few others would ever achieve. She lightly moved some of the hair from her eyes as she gazed upon him, feeling heat rise in the pit of her stomach. She never reacted to people, especially not like this. But she steeled herself and remained as calm as she could in her presence. You must be Vincent Valtiere...I am Trianna of the Romanov family. I invited you to lunch. There it was, the light accent to her voice, the slightest Russian depth to her voice that flowed in with the tone and flavor of her words. She gave a friendly air and found herself hoping that he would look at her with acceptance instead of distrust or lust or greed.