BASTIEN
Bastien had at first sneered at the idea of coming to such an event, thinking it likely to be a controlled propaganda hour he was better off missing. But now that Rexanna was a part of Zariah's court (regrettably) he felt he had to come, just in case things did get ugly and Rexanna needed some help. Perhaps it would be interesting anyway, a chance to see the woman who had once come into his art guild again, now that her head bore a crown.
He stood a couple of feet behind Rexanna, close enough for her to know he was there for her but far away enough to not look like he was presuming to be as important as her. He knew how these things worked, had painted enough lords and pretentious dukes to know that where you stood, how you stood mattered. He casually leaned to one side, hand on his hip.
As always, he was dressed well. Perhaps not entirely appropriately for the event (rather a lot of chest on display) but no one could deny his fashion sense. With a apprehensive heart but outwardly a sardonic smirk, he waited for the show to begin.
He stood a couple of feet behind Rexanna, close enough for her to know he was there for her but far away enough to not look like he was presuming to be as important as her. He knew how these things worked, had painted enough lords and pretentious dukes to know that where you stood, how you stood mattered. He casually leaned to one side, hand on his hip.
As always, he was dressed well. Perhaps not entirely appropriately for the event (rather a lot of chest on display) but no one could deny his fashion sense. With a apprehensive heart but outwardly a sardonic smirk, he waited for the show to begin.
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
