The Prince of Spokaloo
Rian met the Prince of Spokaloo this weekend at the Pumpkin Ball.
He does not actually, truth be told, LIVE in Spokane, but in Arizona. His family, however, began in Spokane, and for some odd reason continue to do much of their business here. The ties that bind, one supposes. So, yes, they flit back and forth on their family jet....their pilot Clarence on call day and night. To Las Vegas, to Arizona, Seattle, Spokane, Los Angeles. So much flying!
Rian is wandering.
I had expected cold eyes mirroring a cold heart. Great wealth does that to creatures. Or perhaps it is that that brings a creature great wealth.
He had kind, if sleepy eyes. And was rather short. A beer in hand, rather than the wine or champagne most of the guests waved about. This pleased Rian, oddly.
There were the bits of wealth one can pick out if one looks; the tuxedo vest that perfectly, identically matched the sweeping ivory brocade gown swathing his lovely wife. The understated platinum wedding band and the manicured nails. The way most of the men in the room fawned.
He is not the Prince, in truth, but the Prince in Waiting. Rian's age. Still young in the business world. But practised in the world of society. He had not even known he would attend the ball until the morning of, yes, but still the black tie was found and perfected so easily.
Why, ye might wonder, does Rian harbor such interest in this princely fellow.
Well. His name, ye see, is one rolling letter away from Fitz.
He does not actually, truth be told, LIVE in Spokane, but in Arizona. His family, however, began in Spokane, and for some odd reason continue to do much of their business here. The ties that bind, one supposes. So, yes, they flit back and forth on their family jet....their pilot Clarence on call day and night. To Las Vegas, to Arizona, Seattle, Spokane, Los Angeles. So much flying!
Rian is wandering.
I had expected cold eyes mirroring a cold heart. Great wealth does that to creatures. Or perhaps it is that that brings a creature great wealth.
He had kind, if sleepy eyes. And was rather short. A beer in hand, rather than the wine or champagne most of the guests waved about. This pleased Rian, oddly.
There were the bits of wealth one can pick out if one looks; the tuxedo vest that perfectly, identically matched the sweeping ivory brocade gown swathing his lovely wife. The understated platinum wedding band and the manicured nails. The way most of the men in the room fawned.
He is not the Prince, in truth, but the Prince in Waiting. Rian's age. Still young in the business world. But practised in the world of society. He had not even known he would attend the ball until the morning of, yes, but still the black tie was found and perfected so easily.
Why, ye might wonder, does Rian harbor such interest in this princely fellow.
Well. His name, ye see, is one rolling letter away from Fitz.
posted by La Tulipe | 2:41 PM
3 Comments:
As in on the?
And there I was thinking that the US didn't have royalty. ;)
It sounds like you studied him rather well, Rian dear. The party went well?
*yawn* I'm too tired to write anything intelligent... *g*
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