[ over the next while, things seem to calm down into a comfortable rhythm up north in faerghus. everyone seems at least somewhat used to their new positions - a new king and subjects in almost every major territory was, well, something to teethe through - and the end of long, sleepless nights full of mind-numbing busywork and endless meetings had finally come. not that sylvain had found a great deal of time to think about anything other than slowly rebuilding his home and assisting dimitri where he could spare the resources, but, well. it had been hard to shake that encounter with dorothea out of his head for some weeks after the fact, making it very difficult to focus and be the productive, responsible margrave that everyone expected him to be.
so, he'd sought to remedy that. especially since a period of calm had settled in, sylvain both knew he needed a holiday away from anyone talking about law, and he had a promise to keep. despite being a , he'd always been a man of his word. and that's why he did as dorothea suggested; ridden south, bought out a box at the mittelfrank opera, and attended her show.
right - he may have done some reconnaissance beforehand like a diligent knight. he may have managed to sneak his way into the common area of the opera when dorothea happened not to have been around, may have asked them a few questions about what she liked, and may have actioned that advice. why he's going to so much effort when all he really wants to do is sleep for the next month or so is anyone's question, but as he saunters backstage after the opera is done to see her standing there - hair done beautifully, wearing a robe and looking both effortlessly gorgeous and like she could melt him into a pile of ash where he stood - sylvain knows why he's really here. ]
Should I have? I mean, you invited me.
[ dressed formally for once (even he knows the proper opera protocol), he grins at her bemused expression as he comes to a stop before her. one hand had been hidden behind his back, and when he reaches her he reveals it to her - holding a ridiculously resplendent bouquet of a specific arrangement of flowers sylvain definitely wouldn't have known she loved. but, somehow? he does. ]
A gift for the leading lady and her stellar performance.
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so, he'd sought to remedy that. especially since a period of calm had settled in, sylvain both knew he needed a holiday away from anyone talking about law, and he had a promise to keep. despite being a , he'd always been a man of his word. and that's why he did as dorothea suggested; ridden south, bought out a box at the mittelfrank opera, and attended her show.
right - he may have done some reconnaissance beforehand like a diligent knight. he may have managed to sneak his way into the common area of the opera when dorothea happened not to have been around, may have asked them a few questions about what she liked, and may have actioned that advice. why he's going to so much effort when all he really wants to do is sleep for the next month or so is anyone's question, but as he saunters backstage after the opera is done to see her standing there - hair done beautifully, wearing a robe and looking both effortlessly gorgeous and like she could melt him into a pile of ash where he stood - sylvain knows why he's really here. ]
Should I have? I mean, you invited me.
[ dressed formally for once (even he knows the proper opera protocol), he grins at her bemused expression as he comes to a stop before her. one hand had been hidden behind his back, and when he reaches her he reveals it to her - holding a ridiculously resplendent bouquet of a specific arrangement of flowers sylvain definitely wouldn't have known she loved. but, somehow? he does. ]
A gift for the leading lady and her stellar performance.