WWTG, The Winter Solstice: The Welcome Ball III
Everything was going as well as it could be. The Welcome Ball was afoot and Primrose observed from a chair that her beloved people had made for her as a gift for producing an heir. Malcolm was beside her, observing quietly the guests and commenting on the now absent faces they didn't see.
"Henry wrote back to me. No word of what he and the Goldcrests are up to in Scotland, though," It was true. This morning, they had received a letter from Henry and Elian each. It was odd that they didn't attend this year's festivities, and many whispered of it.
"Elian was quiet as well," Malcolm added "hopefully they aren't roping one another into danger."
Primrose chuckled "Hopefully being the factor word here. Of both of us, you ought to know Elian best." She teased.
Malcolm let out a small laugh "You're right, dear. Danger chases our dear friend, I'm afraid."
Primrose observed Simon Battersea, standing in a corner, surely pining for his faraway sultana "Poor boy. I wish I could do something to make his stay less lonely." She looked at Malcolm "I shall dance with him the next number."
Malcolm nodded "Be my guest, dear. I shall see myself that Mr. Rowle doesnt rue the night."
He kissed her hand and she extended her hand to the young earl "Dance with me, Earl Simon?" She gave him a smile that she knew well nobody ought to deny.
"Can you? In your condition?" He asked concerned.
"A little movement will do good to me and my child."
He bowed "I shall oblige, then."
Cecilia wasn't Harlan Rowle's biggest fan, and despite him having a nice face to look at and a certain charm -though she'd rather perish the thought than admit it out loud- but he made her beloved Vinnie laugh, and that was enough for her to tolerate him, no matter how much she liked the idea of punching him in the throat, though the cad would find a way to make the situation humorous.
As the quadrille begun, she and Vinnie looked at one another "Sneak to our spot for our people-watching game?"
"Always!"
Brushing their hands, they left for a small terrace that Viscountess Primrose kept close to her heart, but Cecilia had worked a way to give her access as well. Suffices to say, the oh-so-perfect viscountess once had some scandalous rendezvouses with a beautiful and witty painter.
"Tell me, dearest, who shall be your victim for the night?" Cecilia inquired.
Lavinia observed the people around until her eyes on poor, flushed Orpheus Kenway, who looked positively lost "Oh, good Godric, by the time I have been here, I have only made a mess with five syllables or less, and overshadowed by my unsufferable villain of a brother! Whatever shall I do without cousin Charis?! Oh, Godric, grant me mercy, because polite society won't!" She cried as Cecilia snickered.
Cecilia observed the poor Adonis Demiurgos, his usual twinkle gone and observing wistfully the dancing pairs "Oh, woe is me, wherever is my witty little nightingale, who pecks me deliciously so with her razor pen? Oh, Minerva, my Minnie, where art thou?!"
Lavinia doubled in laughter, Cecilia covering her mouth while she tried to regain her breath "God, Cecy, you are vicious!"
"But true," she winked.
Not having realised till now that they were leaning on one another, Cecilia kissed her nose and Lavinia scrunched her nose. Seeing if anyone was searching for them, they kissed softly for a minute before breaking apart "I don't wish to go back, but..."
"Primrose can only buy us so much time."
Both women finally emerged from their hidden corner and rejoined the festivities, which were thankfully winding down.
Adonis downed yet another brandy as he slowly started to believe that no Kennedy would attend this year's festivities. Ed had given his word to check on his calendar, and the next thing he knew, he was already at Winbourne, wondering where Minerva could've run off to.
A concerned Primrose approached him. He stood up and quickly curtsied in respect for the lady "My lady."
"I see that Miss Kennedy won't be in attendance. It's a shame. I always enjoyed her literary insight. And don't say which one, or take me for a fool for that matter, Mr. Demiurgos, because I know better."
He raised his hands in defeat "Worry not, my lady, I know that you can't be fooled even if I tried."
"Tell you what, I have a drawing room that is perfect for some... illicit writing."
He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued "Do tell me..."
Tagging @gaygryffindorgal @unfortunate-arrow and @legilimenace because their characters made an appearance on this POV!
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