10-24-2021, 05:22 AM
Chancellor's Manor, Geminus
8:22 PM
The simple black box sat on the table, its two felt-lined compartments empty. Chancellor William Lancaster examined it carefully, running one hand across the felt. "Perfect." He muttered, glancing at the door to his study. He had only told his husband and his chief of staff about his plan, and he didn't intend for anyone else to find out either. He bought everything with his own money, after all. There was no reason anyone else had to know.
In one compartment, he carefully placed a bouquet of white flowers, which were tied together with a black ribbon. The phrase "My condolences" was written across the ribbon in white cursive English. He took a blank note card from his desk drawer and wrote "For the Groom" in blue pen. He placed the card on top of the flowers with a smile.
With a self-directed nod, the Chancellor moved on to the other compartment. He opened one of the bottom drawers of his desk and removed a bottle of decent-quality Mazoir Delannoy Eirian champagne, placing it on the desk. He paused for a moment, before writing "For the Bride" in large cursive across the label. He packed the Champagne snugly with packaging paper and stepped back, admiring his idea with a spiteful smile. This is amazing. The perfect message.
He grabbed another card from his desk, considering what to write. Intricate and long, or short and sweet? He decided on the latter, writing "Congratulations", before adding his three initials in the bottom corner. He placed the card in the box and sealed it, adding a small bundle of ribbon across the top. This may be the favorite gift I've ever given.
He picked the box up and headed for the door, hesitating for only a moment. Is this too much? Passive-aggressively mentioning and taking responsibility for a poisoning isn't likely to go unpunished. He shook his head inwardly, quickly leaving his study.
Ava Christiansen, his ever-loyal Chief of Staff, stood behind her desk, packing up her laptop and files. Lancaster placed the box on her desk, nodding to her. They had planned this beforehand, to maximize efficiency and prevent news of the secret gift from reaching the rest of the staff. "Have a good night." He said, quickly turning off the lights and heading for his Suite, a smile on his face.
Enjoy your wedding, Madame Empress.
8:22 PM
The simple black box sat on the table, its two felt-lined compartments empty. Chancellor William Lancaster examined it carefully, running one hand across the felt. "Perfect." He muttered, glancing at the door to his study. He had only told his husband and his chief of staff about his plan, and he didn't intend for anyone else to find out either. He bought everything with his own money, after all. There was no reason anyone else had to know.
In one compartment, he carefully placed a bouquet of white flowers, which were tied together with a black ribbon. The phrase "My condolences" was written across the ribbon in white cursive English. He took a blank note card from his desk drawer and wrote "For the Groom" in blue pen. He placed the card on top of the flowers with a smile.
With a self-directed nod, the Chancellor moved on to the other compartment. He opened one of the bottom drawers of his desk and removed a bottle of decent-quality Mazoir Delannoy Eirian champagne, placing it on the desk. He paused for a moment, before writing "For the Bride" in large cursive across the label. He packed the Champagne snugly with packaging paper and stepped back, admiring his idea with a spiteful smile. This is amazing. The perfect message.
He grabbed another card from his desk, considering what to write. Intricate and long, or short and sweet? He decided on the latter, writing "Congratulations", before adding his three initials in the bottom corner. He placed the card in the box and sealed it, adding a small bundle of ribbon across the top. This may be the favorite gift I've ever given.
He picked the box up and headed for the door, hesitating for only a moment. Is this too much? Passive-aggressively mentioning and taking responsibility for a poisoning isn't likely to go unpunished. He shook his head inwardly, quickly leaving his study.
Ava Christiansen, his ever-loyal Chief of Staff, stood behind her desk, packing up her laptop and files. Lancaster placed the box on her desk, nodding to her. They had planned this beforehand, to maximize efficiency and prevent news of the secret gift from reaching the rest of the staff. "Have a good night." He said, quickly turning off the lights and heading for his Suite, a smile on his face.
Enjoy your wedding, Madame Empress.
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