- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- I have a shifting work schedule, so My online times will be random.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, scifi, futuristic modern, fantasy modern, Action/adventure, Mystery, Fan-based,
Anton smiled at the offer of wine. "Yes thank you," he said not even considering the timing of his response, but fortunately not answering too quickly but neither taking time to think about it. "I'm sure your chef is excellent and If you feel I will like the red then I will defer to your excellent judgment."
King Anton proved himself to be a superb dinner guest. He was very attentive to Queen Anne, careful that their conversation would always stay on topics he thought would interest her, and never being too obvious when he did attempt to fish for information. He complemented her chef, obviously enjoying the meal set before him, and went out of his way to be courteous to her staff. The last was partly part of his own agenda, he was evaluating them to see if any might be the sort inclined to slip him an informational tidbit now and again. That and it never paid to have the servants angry with him. Servants saw and heard a great deal, and they were the ones that took care of all the little details that made life comfortable. The last time he'd made a servant angry, some years ago now, he had found out exactly how uncomfortable life could be even when everyone was doing their job to perfection. All the little things that were just barely off that couldn't exactly be said to be wrong. Anton did enjoy being comfortable. He found his mind was at its best when that was the case.
As for his assessment of Queen Anne. She seemed like a very bright girl, her face was hardly the sort he would grow tired of, and she seemed to know her people well. The last he appreciated more than the others. Even if she didn't understand the information that was brought to her the fact that she did know her people implied that information was brought to her, and Anton hope that once they grew comfortable with each other he might become privy to that information as well. He had met women who insisted on keeping themselves aloof and mysterious. They never had anything of value to say. Anton had often wondered how many people truly understood the implications of things like a harvest festival being postponed by a week. Those nobles who sheltered themselves from the world probably would never know the importance of the festival to begin with never-mind the fact that a late one indicated either some problem with the crop, or with the workers. Anne at least seemed like she would know the festival existed.
He kept his smile charming and his conversation light. He gave little away about his own life, there would be time for that later. For now they needed only focus on creating a good first impression and decide whether or not there was interest in continuing. Besides, how she handled this first meeting would tell him a great deal. For example, if he found the following morning that she did not appear to have slept well. If she was too easily stressed, or if she could not move past the stress, neither was a good thing.
King Anton proved himself to be a superb dinner guest. He was very attentive to Queen Anne, careful that their conversation would always stay on topics he thought would interest her, and never being too obvious when he did attempt to fish for information. He complemented her chef, obviously enjoying the meal set before him, and went out of his way to be courteous to her staff. The last was partly part of his own agenda, he was evaluating them to see if any might be the sort inclined to slip him an informational tidbit now and again. That and it never paid to have the servants angry with him. Servants saw and heard a great deal, and they were the ones that took care of all the little details that made life comfortable. The last time he'd made a servant angry, some years ago now, he had found out exactly how uncomfortable life could be even when everyone was doing their job to perfection. All the little things that were just barely off that couldn't exactly be said to be wrong. Anton did enjoy being comfortable. He found his mind was at its best when that was the case.
As for his assessment of Queen Anne. She seemed like a very bright girl, her face was hardly the sort he would grow tired of, and she seemed to know her people well. The last he appreciated more than the others. Even if she didn't understand the information that was brought to her the fact that she did know her people implied that information was brought to her, and Anton hope that once they grew comfortable with each other he might become privy to that information as well. He had met women who insisted on keeping themselves aloof and mysterious. They never had anything of value to say. Anton had often wondered how many people truly understood the implications of things like a harvest festival being postponed by a week. Those nobles who sheltered themselves from the world probably would never know the importance of the festival to begin with never-mind the fact that a late one indicated either some problem with the crop, or with the workers. Anne at least seemed like she would know the festival existed.
He kept his smile charming and his conversation light. He gave little away about his own life, there would be time for that later. For now they needed only focus on creating a good first impression and decide whether or not there was interest in continuing. Besides, how she handled this first meeting would tell him a great deal. For example, if he found the following morning that she did not appear to have slept well. If she was too easily stressed, or if she could not move past the stress, neither was a good thing.