Thread: Dynasty of Blood (Alvis Alendran & Danidoo88)

Cat lead him to the sitting room at his acquiescence and hoped that she hadn't made an error in inviting him further into their home. She had only gotten the briefest of etiquette lessons and a lot of them had involved having staff to do things like give tours or show the visitors into a salon or some such where she would be waiting to receive them. Well, she supposed that showing him to the sitting room on her own could be an breech in etiquette after all then. After all, he was looking at potentially hiring her on as a servant, right? Was this not a servant's duty? She was so lost in her mental anxieties that she hadn't noticed him pull out the chair for her and she stared at it for a moment in surprise before looking up at him in question. She was... he was...this wasn't...She swallowed hard and then took a seat in the chair that was offered, careful not to sit all the way so that he could push it in for her as well. This was an interview for employment, wasn't it? Had her father somehow misheard and Gabriel wanted her for something else? Cat eyed the man as he removed his cloak and took the seat opposite her. She wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea, she decided. Well, not that any woman in her position would turn down the advances of a nobleman regardless. Still, he was attractive and not terribly older than she was. He seemed to be kind too. At least he had been to her so far. Then again, he could just be putting on a friendly front to lull her into a false sense of security. What if she agreed to whatever he proposed and he turned into some abusive prat the second he got her alone? What if he wished her to...to serve him in more ways than just cleaning his home? And how did she feel about that ? She shook her head to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts plaguing her brain and offered Gabriel a small smile. I apologize for our neighbors. They were curious about your visit and decided to help me get ready this afternoon. I'm not very familiar with the rules of higher society so they were giving me pointers. Lies...all lies...but she thought it would be more appropriate to lie in this situation than to badmouth someone that wasn't in the room. She just didn't know! By the gods, she was just going to be herself. All of this fakery was going to give her a headache. She cleared her throat again and sighed. This may be improper of me, and I apologize, but why me? There are at least twenty girls in this village that would jump at the chance to work for you but you sought my father out to ask for me. I don't recall having met you before, si...Gabriel, nor is face familiar to me so why me? Catalina! Her mother scolded from the doorway before she swooped into the room and poured them both a cup of tea. You really must forgive her, my lord, she is not accustomed to speaking to one such as yourself. Mama, could you please bring in those wonderful tarts you made this morning? I am sure that, Gabriel would love some. Cat asked sweetly, momentarily distracting her mother as she bustled off to the kitchen. Then she turned her attention back to Gabriel. What exactly would my job entail, should I accept your offer of employ? It was ludicrous to think that she wouldn't accept but she had to at least make a show of considering it! Her family needed the money and, even if the man did turn out to be a monster, she would do just about anything to see them taken care of. Mrs. Bartlett froze before slowly turning her head to look at the weasel of a lordling's driver with such a look of disdain that it practically verbalized it's disgust with the man without her having to utter a single word. What could you possibly have in your possession that we would want? She sniffed as she glared down at the document in question.