#hugo accidentally making enemies lolol

[hugovance]

who: @opheliafowler what: in a flashback thread hugo is trying to take initiative and search for a wife, unfortunately for him he does not realize he is about to have an awkward conversation with another man's wife. context: hugo makes mistakes and he is sorry.

Hugo Vance stood at the edge of the garden, his bright green eyes flicking nervously over the array of guests scattered amongst the rose-filled hedges and marble fountains. He was acutely aware of every rustle of fabric, every low murmur of conversation, but he had one singular goal in mind: to finally take initiative in the matter his mother had so often raised. His hands trembled slightly, the fine fabric of his tunic itching at his wrist as he fiddled with the cuff again.

He was dressed in a rich, deep green woolen tunic, embroidered with intricate silver thread that depicted twisting vines along the edges of his sleeves and collar, symbolizing his ties to the Riverlands.

Initiative, he thought to himself. Initiative.

This was supposed to be the moment. Yet, as he stood there, his mind remained clouded with self-doubt. It was difficult to ignore the swirling doubts about whether he was ready to make such a step. His mother would insist, of course, that it was the right time. She had always been right.

And then he saw her.

Whatever her name was.

Her deep raven hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, moved with the grace of a lioness. She looked if she were woven from the very heat of Dorne itself.

Swallowing nervously, Hugo steeled himself and took a few hesitant steps forward. He cleared his throat, trying to steady his nerves, before speaking. "My lady," he began, his voice betraying a tremor, thick with the unmistakable lilt of the Riverlands own rhythm. "Aye, forgive me for...interruptin' yer enjoyin' th' garden." He hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides, as if uncertain what to do with them. "It’s a...lovely day, is it nae?" he added, his words heavy with an unshakable awkwardness. He gave a practiced, smile. "Temperate, even...for a garden luncheon, aye?"

His gaze darted away for a moment, heart hammering in his chest, the slight strain in his tone betraying his nerves.

It was time for Hugo Vance to find a bride.