Choose your character! (1/1)

(screams in ts?)

(Yeah)

A few days later, a servant sets an envelope down on Rodya’s desk and walks out.

(I’m trying idk-)

(. . . It’s a castle, and he’s not a prince- he’s a lord- there’s no knocking, messengers just give the message to someone, who gives it to. Someone, following the chain until it’s at Rodya’s room-)

(AUGH give me a sec-)

(<3)

Rodya looks up from his après, looking at the note and flipping it open, reading it silently.

There was a letter from Chrys,

Dear Rodya,
I would like to invite you to dinner. I have come across some recipes that I believe we would both like to try.

The dinner will be next week on Saturday, 7 pm. Please send a letter back if you would like to join me. I hope to see you soon,

With all love, Chryses.

Rodya bites his lip, penning a quick reply,

I’m not quite sure, but I’ll try my best.
Rodion

He gets up, pausing a servent and giving him the note, giving directions to give to he messenger.

They nod and rush away.

Rodya sits back down, sighing and finishing what he was doing, getting up and walking out of his chambers.

Time passes, and soon, Saturday rolls around. Chrys had still prepared dinner, even if Rodya didn’t come. He’d at least treat his workers. He hums softly, fixing the table.

Rodya glares at his father, “I’m going! I’m not dining with some new lady!” He slams his book down, “I’ve dined with one every night of the week, and I’m tired of it!” He storms out of the room, shaking his head.

He goes to the stables, getting on his new horse, as he’d sent NighShade back home, and started the ride toward Chryses’ place. Eventually, he gets there, about 25 minutes past seven, walking to the doors.

A servant opens the doors and nods.

Rodya smiles slightly walking inside.

Chrys was walking down the hall when he spots Rodya and smiles. “Oh. You came.”

He smiles, “I barely made it out here alive.” He rolls his eyes, laughing softly.

Chrys laughs, “Oh well I’m glad you made it in one piece.”

Rodya smiles softly, “Good to know.”

Chrys smiles, then offers his arm.

Rodya takes it, relaxing slightly.

Chrys hums, guiding him to the dining room. “I may have gone overboard. But don’t mind the amount of food-“ He grins, “I may not get anything from it, but at least I can try it.”

Rodya shakes his head, "Its fine."

Chrys chuckles, pulling out a chair for Rodya.

Rodya sits down, quiet.

Chrys smiles, sitting down.

A servant walks in, setting a glass down in front of Chrys, then looking to Rodya. “What would you like?”

"Uh. . ." He shrugs, "Wine."

(He's like– I'll just get smashed– why not?XDD)

(XDDDD)

They smile and nod, “What kind? Red or white?”

"Red, please."

They nod and pour him some red wine, then fixes the two’s plates.

Chrys smiles, “Thank you.”