Old-timey mansion w/ a bunch of aristocrats doing stuff [Closed] [Stalkers Welcome]

Giovanna nodded. "As do I, life is so much more interesting when those around me are intelligent. Will you find one of your fellow pupils and lead them here? My butler seems to be taking his time."

(Anyone on but @Moxie and I?)

meeeee!//

(Cool one sec, lemme get u fetched.)

Giovanna considered her question for a second, before finally giving Cordelia an answer. "Prince Angel, if you would."

Matteo sighed at Bianca and the guard she had been talking to- Corbin, he reminded himself- before hurrying onwards so he could reach Prince Angel. He could deal with them later. He stomped up the stairs, finally arriving at the door of Prince Angel's room and knocking crisply on the door.

Angel heard a knock on his door and walked over to the door, he tripped but got up and opened the door. Giving a smile he said "Hello!" to the man at the door.

"Good day, your Highness." Matteo bowed in respect, straightening in a second. He didn't intend to bow to anyone who he didn't know deserved it any longer than he had to. He turned to the girl who had walked up tilting his head to acknowledge her. "Hello, madam. I believe I can take the prince from here."

"Sure!" he agreed and walked out the door, smoothing his shirt. he gave a small smile and allowed Matteo to lead the way.

"Thank you, your highness." Matteo set off up the stairs at a bruising pace, leaving Angel to follow behind. It was his typical tactic for keeping the charges of the home from attempting conversation.

Angel caught up with him fast and almost immediately tried to start up a conversation. "So, what's your favorite part of working here?"

(gotta go for dinner)

(Back, sorry abt that)

Matteo stifled a scowl when the boy began speaking to him, the fast pace not deterring him in the slightest. He supposed he would need to answer, no use in angering a noble, certainly not one who was royalty. "I enjoy much about working here."

"That's great! I suppose you don't want me talking to you, so i shall now follow in sceliece." he says enthusiastically, falling back a bit then becoming quiet.

Well, that was a relief. This boy seemed courteous at the very least. "Thank you." He led the boy up the stairs in silence, opening the door to Mistress Giovanna's parlor. She waved the boy in, sending Matteo off to grab another noble child.

She greeted Angel with a nod. "Welcome in boy. Treat yourself to some tea or sandwiches, though I'm sure they won't compare to your usual fare."

Asher gave one of his ever charming smile. "I'm not sure, these look scrumptious." He complements, picking up a small sandwich.

Giovanna nodded, jumping right into the question. "You know why you are here, correct?"

"Yes, my father heard you were a great mentor for nobles. So he decided to send me here to learn from you."

(Heyo!)

Bianca rushed upstairs, grateful that Matteo had been fetching someone. She ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. If she helped someone unpack, she could stay away from punishment. She ran up to the first room she could find, Madam Lucy's, and rapped on the door.

"Yes, my father heard you were a great mentor for nobles. So he decided to send me here to learn from you."

"Ah yes, the White King." Giovanna and The White King had been longtime friends through The White Queen. She always knew she would instruct their son. "What do you know of the people of your land?"

"Just a maid Ma'am!" Bianca shouted, wondering if it would be okay for her to open the door. If she opened it she could be seen as rude, but if she didn't, she could be seen as lazy. She eventually opened the door and walked a few steps inside. "I'm here to assist you."

(It's fine.)

"Unpacking, dressing, changing your sheets, anything really," Bianca said, taking in the room. It was quite grand compared to the servant's quarters. There was a large canopied bed, a writing desk, and even an attached room which she assumed held a bath. The girl standing in the room was quite pretty, and Bianca wouldn't mind helping her dress. Or undress. Bianca blushed, reigning in the wildly inappropriate thoughts.

"Of course Ma'am!" Bianca all but shouted, rushing to grab one of the elaborate gowns and hang it. Madam Lucy had such fine gowns, each one beautiful and finely made. It made her feel shabby in her coarse, undecorated servant's dress. "Would you like me to lead you to the formal dining room?" She asked, realizing dinner was only half an hour away.