If I Smile With My Teeth #Brandy
With: Zaire, Gwen, Hawkins, Jude
Where: Reception at Francesca's Palace
When: March 14th, 872 RoK - Late Afternoon
The reception was gorgeous. The new Queen's estate - for how Game of Thronesy it still managed to look to Brandy's eyes - had a much more modern feel than she expected. The stones were polished and not yet chipped with age, the stained glass windows still bright and clear to let in the last of the dwindling daylight. The party was held in an expansive parlor rather than the imposing throne room, which seemed to encourage networking and socializing over exalting the queen's authority. Seating was plentiful, plush couches big enough for two or three people to share, and shaped widely, as if they were more meant for lounging than sitting. Heavy curtains of deep hues draped from the ceiling, providing the illusion of private spaces.
If you asked her, Brandy would have said she much preferred the turn-ups that happened with the commoners in the inns, taverns, and brothels because the people tended to have no expectations except to have fun. The rich? They were all propriety and politics and Brandy wanted no part of that…
But Queen Francesca seemed to be subverting that norm, firmly, right off the bat. The reception was full of all types of people - from the splendidly dressed lords to regular folk hoping to take a step up the social ladder. And, to her surprise, they seemed to be interacting. Something about the total upending of social order had high-born and low-born alike second-guessing their stature in the eyes of the Crown, and everyone who'd made a point of attending, it seemed, was looking to make friends instead of enemies.
The food was delicious, but Brandy had been in the food business long enough to notice a theme when she saw one. Oysters, figs, almonds and pistachios, strawberries, dark chocolate… lots and lots of wine.
Brandy's eyes were drawn to the slim silver shape of a cheese knife; she didn't know why she, all of the sudden, needed to possess it, but she absolutely did. With a cursory glance around, Brandy sidled up to the table, and, her actions hidden by the generous curve of her hip, snuck the small utensil into the purse at her side. And to disguise the theft, her hand darted out to pluck a up a strawberry and raise it to her lips.