An Educated Opinion // Zota Jun 21, 2018 10:35:58 GMT -7
Post by Ophelia Rothchild on Jun 21, 2018 10:35:58 GMT -7
When Ophelia arrived at the beach-house, there didn't seem to be anyone there. No servants were outside maintaining the greenery, no one answering the tinkling bell on the string she pulled to announce her arrival, and Ophelia thought that she must have confused the day, until she reviewed the correspondence in the orange leather snap bag and saw that it clearly stated she was to visit the property on the seventh. Today was the seventh, she had verified it before leaving the family home that morning, and there was no possible way that Claudius had misspoke the date when dictating the letter, nor did she believe his trusted assistant (and lover) would mistake the date with his quill.
She began to worry. What if Claudius had indeed sent someone to watch her in Gemarton? She thought that he had trusted her to visit her parents without a watchful eye, but what if he had only said that because he knew about her and Ichabod? Or what if he had seen the comfort Luciano had given her just days ago. What if something absolutely awful were to happen? The terrifying thing about her anxiety was that it was entirely possible that was the case. She did not know what kind of terror Claudius could inflict, he certainly wasn't a villain, but she had not had to fear it so deeply before.
Steeling herself at the door and nodding at herself in the glass reflection of a window, Ophelia began to make her way around the beach house, to see if perhaps there were people towards the back of it, perhaps enjoying the view of the Jewel Shore that the place gave. She took a deep breath to relax, her breathing limited by the corset cinched very tightly around her waist, and the many warm layers she had on that were pleasant for the cold winter morning, but that seemed to constrict her more. As she walked, her cream skirt dragged in the glittering sand, and she lifted it, her blue gloves not quite warming her fingers as they left her middle.
As Ophelia made it around to the back, she felt her shoulders relax somewhat as she saw him. A man at the end of the cliff-side that the property sat upon, looking off onto the jewel shore which glittered faintly through the clinging frost. She didn't recognize the man, she had not met the 'Zota Vanros' she was told to visit here at the beautiful beachfront studio Claudius had arranged, but she had to hope it was him. Perhaps she would not go close to the cliff...
She only walked within ten feet of the man, her steps quiet in the sand, and then she cleared her throat gently and spoke in a quiet voice, "Zota Vanros, I take it?"