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From what she had found out over the years her mother had not wanted kids, but her father had. Her father had never remarried, not even gone on a date. He had waited for her all these years. He was getting more and more withdrawn the older he got. If he didn't have these parties every so often he would barely see anyone. The parties themselves were nothing more than matchmaking opportunities for him to try and find her a suitable husband.
Her father was forever the matchmaker. Trying to hard to find her a husband "Sweetheart, you know are going to have to chose someone eventually.
You know time is running out" "You make me sound like I have an expiry date on me or something. I know you want to see me happily in love--" "Grandchildren. I want grandchildren," her father said taking her arm and leading her around the room. Surely there is someone in this room that makes your heart sing. It was filled to the brim with important people.
To her important people were boring and had no sense of adventure.
She wanted a love to sweep her off her feet. The eligible men in the room were safe and successful. The men were perfect fit for what her father wanted but they were a far cry from making her heart sing. She told her father as much and he frowned. She could see that he was clearly stressed out about the whole scenario so she quickly changed the subject to one of the older ladies on the other side of the room and a tidbit of gossip she had heard.
Sebastian had spent the better part of the evening just watching her. She was simple yet stunning. Her brown hair gently fell in waves over her shoulders. He couldn't for the life of himself remember her name but he knew that she was someone of note to have been invited to this party.
Perhaps he would get her number later on in the evening and pay her a visit at some point. Not that he blamed her. She was still in conversation with an older man that Sebastian assumed was her father but the look on her face said she was quickly tiring of whatever the man was saying. He wished he were closer so that he could rescue her from whatever it was.
The nameless woman in front of him continued to prattle on about how her late husband's company would be the one two break the ground on Lake City's new town hall and how prestigious it was for them to have won that contract. None of which interested him in the least. He tried to glance at the clock on the wall but she finally caught him looking. I don't even believe you were listening to a word I have said.
Just my mind was otherwise engaged. I do apologize.
He did his best to show his sincerity but he found his mind wandering back to the other woman. He sighed; so much for seeing her another time.
Older woman always made the best marks for him. They loved his sweet smile and the little attention he lavished on them went a long way. It was an entirely different thing to have a younger woman as his mark. He couldn't focus on the loss right now. He had something bigger in his sights and he could not afford to misstep with that.
He moved smoothly through the finely dressed but crowded room, nodding and smiling at the men and women around him.
Although he knew none of them personally he enjoyed the look on their faces as they tried to place where they might have met him before. He especially got a thrill from watching the husbands of the various women he made eye contact with.
Their expressions varied from shock to anger depending on the age of the wife. Sebastian looked at the man. The other man had a familiar face and could have been at any one of the many parties he had be a guest at. He didn't have time for this.
Don't you have a cottage up on Fisher Lake? It hit Sebastian then. He had been laying groundwork for another job a few months ago and it had involved a resident of the gated Fisher Lake community. I don't remember hearing about any residents leaving our community. She glanced in his direction, as if she could feel his eyes on her. He tried to smile but she had already turned away again. Everyone knows everyone. He did not have time for this and he could not blow his cover.
He needed to get away from this man and fast. They do.
I would love to catch up but I have someone I need to see before they leave," he said again making a move to get away from the conversation.
But one question before you go. What property did you say you owned there? So much time had passed that he had all but forgotten. Listen, I really need to go--" He pushed his way past the other man and didn't look back. Thankfully, the man didn't try to stop him again and said nothing more to him. His heart was hammering in his chest. That was far too close of a call for his tastes. He really needed to get on with what he needed to do before someone else came up to him.
Daria glanced back over her shoulder. The man was still behind her but it was clear that he was making his way across the room in her general direction. She smiled, turning back away from his direction. Men always had the bad habit of chasing after her. The only bad thing was she never enjoyed it when they did that.
Nor did she enjoy chasing them. That left only a small amount of men who would interest her. Most of them were married or hopelessly in love with some cause or another.
Still she couldn't help but wonder who the man was. A businessman? A Nobel from another country? She hoped not a reporter. She had met more than a few of those in her day and they never ceased to get under her skin. She glanced back again and he smiled at her but then he was stopped by another man.
He was handsome no doubt about it. Longer hair, dark blond, slightly unkempt and not clean-shaven. So probably not a reporter. They tended to be a little more clean cut than this one appeared to be. Or the son of one. That had to be it. He had to be a son of someone important. Not exactly the sort of man she wanted either. Most of them were spoiled beyond belief and their idea of their own importance was so inflated that they became almost intolerable at times. He believes that people are fundamentally good, and will do the right thing if you give them a chance.
Unfortunately, Croy lives in the city of Ness. A thriving medieval city of fifty thousand people, none of whom are fundamentally even decent, and who will gleefully stab you in the back. If you give them a chance. Ness is also the home to Malden. Malden is a thief. He lives by his wits, disarming cunning traps, sneaking past sleeping guards, and running away very fast whenever people are trying to kill him.
Which is often. One time Malden stole a crown. And then he had to steal it back to avoid a civil war. Croy got the credit, of course, because he's a noble knight.