Thread: The Assassin's Change of Plans

Risi said Kathrine Marie Antonie, our lovely guest of honor, the servant announced as she glided through the ten-foot tall entry way doors towards the top of the stairs above the ballroom floor. All of the eyes were looking at her, judging her, as she was in their view. Kathrine was stunning though, her strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back in simple loose curls just above the low cut back of her sage green silk dress. The mask that adorned her face matched the color and texture of her dress, with wire and jewel accents that made the mask sparkle in the light of the room. Her mask was only covering from the bridge of her nose and half-way up her face, but it was only because the ball was a masquerade. As if everyone in the room didn't already know who she was. As she paraded down the steps with her eldest brother, Kenneth Jackson, her sleek dress hugged her soft curves and showed the creamy white skin of her lower thigh through a slit up the side. Kathrine's eyes scanned the large crowd that had gathered for this occasion, her gray-blue eyes flashing with excitement as she looked upon all of the eligible bachelors. Just before she reached the bottom of the stairs, she locked eyes on her target of the evening a man in a black and red mask who's suit was dressed to the nines. She could not help but want to acquire him as her date for the evening. Perhaps he was wealthy and would take her off into the sunset, allowing her to live the same life she lived now but without her parents and brother's watch. Kathrine grinned, he would be hers by the end of the night, she could feel it. Kenneth wished her well at the bottom of the stairs, kissing her cheek then releasing her arm from his as he walked off to the middle of the crowd and suddenly disappearing. She shrugged, she would see him later that night once the festivities ended. For now though, she was on the hunt. While greeting others and balancing a glass of their house champagne, her strawberry head bobbed around the room, all the while keeping track of the mysterious man that had caught her eye attempting to make eyes with him enough to entice him over to her. Click to expand... The man who called himself Dante watched the bewitching figure of Mistress Antonie descend down the elaborate staircase, her green dress hugging her pleasing fiigure and showing a remarkable amount of leg for someone of her status. As alwasy, the young sought to create a stir among their elders whenever possible. He could already hear the old crones behind him whispering of how scandalous she had dressed. He payed them no mind though, as the young woman's eyes fell on him, and remained fixed there. It seemed she had been drawn to him almost immediately, a tempting smile spreading across her face, wishing to entice him to her. Her smoky glances told him everything. Once she had reached the bottom, she was swarmed by guests and well-wishers, speaking to her on various current events and family topic, nothing but idle banter really. Even as she replied to them graciously, she never looked away from him for more than an instant, telling him to draw closer, which he did, but slowly. He made his way through the crowd steadily, moving past revelers and laughing partygoers as subtly as possible. The guards that stood at regular intervals would not notice him as he approached her, at least not until he had reached her. By then he would be busy endearing himself to her, putting them at ease. After a slow journey, he had arrived before the Lady Antonie, taking her hand and bowing slightly. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance my Lady. He said gracefully, his hazel eyes hidden behind the thin veil behind the eye-holes of his mask. When you gazed upon me I could not tear my eyes away, yet I did not come to your side right away, not wishing to be to presumptuous. As always, the man called Dante was the perfect gentleman, becoming what any woman might dream of in her man. I am called Dante, at your service.