@DebirumanRedi "I-i am a queen of the Goetian dynasty, I'll have you know! T-this is highly inappropriate, borderline war-morgering!!"
Said with a wheeze. Squirming, taloned feet smacking the floor.
"You're crushing my wings -!"
".... And YOU actually plan to attend?"
She quickly took another sip.
"With me, of all the things. Aren't you aware that will send mixed signals to everyone?"
He poured himself some wine, swirling the liquid thoughtfully in his glass.
βItβs Reginald and Dyanaβs wedding, Stella. We were invited long before my reputation came crashing down.β
βWhat do you mean by that? The wine isnβt going to drink itself, now, is it?β
He drew the curtains open, allowing the morning sunlight to spill into the room.