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When the time comes, or if the time comes. This made Vaughn smirk. "The time may come sooner than you think. We will be visiting your chambers after all, will we not?" He was obviously not going to force anything. If nothing else, this was all just flirting and taking it to a whole new level. Vaughn was not shy to admit that yes, he was a womanizer. Though it was more fun when he was trying to convince the woman, especially someone as stubborn and opinionated as Alegra. She seemed to show no apparent discomfort with his vocal advances and that motivated him.

Was he going to force her. Oh there were so many ways to answer that question. On the hand hand, as he previously concluded, he was curious to meet her family. On the other, if her brother was not here and her mother would not be awake for some time, no. That was not an excuse. Surely he would find a way to entertain himself until she awoke. But the question was, did he really want to? "No. I will not force you." This was not him being nice. It was him having an ulterior motive. "I will just return one day, perhaps when you are fulfilling your knightly duties, and introduce myself to what I am sure is your lovely family." That would be great fun indeed.

Once again, Vaughn was only half listening. Just because he did not react to everything she said however, did not mean that somewhere inside his head, the words were processing. "You will have to attract a husband one day. What kind of man would want a wife who does not put effort into her appearance. Of course, you will also be expected to give up these late night ventures of yours." He was really only saying this, because he knew her reaction. Either defensive, or sarcastic, or nothing. Never the less, Vaughn grew amused by the thought of her being married. He may not know her well, but he knew her well enough to feel sorry for the man who ended up with her. Well, not really but that was what he was going to say. "I pity the man who must constantly deal with you," he remarked, chuckling. It was a comment, meant in a teasing way of course. He cared nothing for whoever that man was. Compassion and sympathy were two traits that he lacked.

"Modesty is supposed to humble a person, is it not. It is perceived as a positive personality trait and you must be the only one who thinks otherwise." And him of course. He did not see the use in categorizing what were positive and negative qualities in a person. Qualities were qualities; no matter whether they were good or bad, they still made up a person. "As a noble woman however, I suppose you do not know the meaning of the word." These kinds of rich people were vain, practically swimming in their own vanity really. Vaughn's family had been no exception. It was the way of nobility. If you had it, embrace it to the fullest.

"You would indeed make a pretty face during intimacy," he said in a suggestive way, throwing out another sexual innuendo. It was far too tempting not to. "I could always prove that to you," he added, still smirking at the thought. She was growing more talkative. He was learning more and more from her every word she said, and would soon enough be able to anticipate her actions. This would be extremely important as they neared the castle. Would she admit that she had no choice in this matter of blackmail, or would she fight him on it and try something more drastic against him. The question was an amusing thought, and Vaughn favored either outcome.

The five day festivities. This was by far one of the most ridiculous things that Vaughn had ever heard about. A peace treaty. Idiot kings believed that signing it on paper meant something, but it was absolutely disposable. They could easily break their word and Vaughn was fairly certain that somewhere down the road, one of them would. Yet, they celebrated the fact that they all had the mental capacity to sign a temporary alliance. Never the less, it could prove to be an advantage. There would be wealthy royalty and nobility throughout the various kingdoms and that would mean it would be an extremely extravagant event. Extravagance meant wealth, and wealth meant, well, money in Vaughn's pocket. He only attended to see what it had to offer and what fun he could create upon attending.

Getting in was not difficult at all. He was dressed as a knight and was able to get the necessary attire for the next five days, if he did in fact plan to stay here for that long. He provided the necessary seal and papers proving his nobility. Vaughn Adeney, first son of Lord Adeney. The guards granted him entrance all too easily. They had not heard of him, but could not deny the completely authentic papers he had to offer.

Tonight was the night of introductions. Thank god it was not a themed ball. The idea of dressing in the theme of a season added to the ridiculousness of this entire festival. Tonight, Vaughn was dressed in a dark outfit, with some gold work on his suit. It was one of the few times he did not wear his armor in public, though he would not be self conscious about it. Tonight was supposed to be a time to celebrate peace. No one would create a scene, unless it was him. Or well, hopefully. He would not want everyone else to have all the fun now would he.

Upon entering, his eyes scanned the crowd. It was filled with people and everyone extremely dressed up in their fancy clothing. Beautiful women surrounded the room. Vaughn could not help but smile at this. Upon his surveying of the crowd, his gaze rested on one particular woman. He knew who she was, even though he had not personally met her yet: Lady Morgana. The King`s ward. A woman raised practically like the King of Camelot's daughter. Vaughn wanted to get to know her indeed. He began to approach her.

One of the worst things about such an event was the fact that he would have to act genuinely charming. Vaughn could be quite charismatic, but it was all an act. His true nature different from this a great deal. But tonight, he would have to at least act like a noble knight. Honorable. Respectful. Kind. How very revolting. But, if it could grant him being in the company of such a beautiful woman as Lady Morgana herself, then why not. When he was standing near her, he lowered himself in a bit of a bow. "My Lady," he greeted in the most respectful voice he could create. He looked up at her, smiling. "I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting you," he added, just to be more polite. Tonight was going to be an interesting night indeed.

[[ Tag Lady Morgana.
--First night of the Five Day Festivities; introductory ball ]]

Vaughn did not take well to being told what to do. There was a difference when he and Alistair were strategizing, and now when he was telling him what to do because his own morals got in the way. Vaughn looked at him, a gleam of amusement in his eyes and while still looking at Alistair, grabbed a handful of whatever was in the drawer and slowly put it in the back. He was drawing out the actions of what Alistair had warningly told him not to do, and that was the only reason Vaughn was doing it, to defy him.

Vaughn had to say that this was more fun than the treasury. While it would have more gold and such, her room had far more entertaining things and ones that clearly made Alistair feel, what was the word, uncomfortable? After grabbing the handful of undergarments, he went to her other drawer, seeing some more jewelry and ornaments. He grabbed a few. "Lets go," he stated making his way to the door. They could always come back on the way out if Vaughn felt like their robbery mission was lacking.

Vaughn had not expected Alistair to react well to his small gesture. It amused him though, and so he chuckled at Alistair's defensiveness. "Where is your sense of fun. Do you know how much we could get for this? We can auction it off and give it to the highest bidder." Vaughn was not actually going to do it. He was just entertaining the idea because he knew Alistair would not be a fan of it. Maybe he would go so far as to actually take them though.

"Have you not always wondered? Then again I suppose with all those nights you two spent together, your wondering was short lived as you must have gotten far enough to see it first hand." Yes, Vaughn was making inappropriate jokes, mocking whatever intimacy these two had, implying that Alistair had taken things to the next level. "If I had known that you were going to steal the princess' virtue in addition to stealing the princess, I would have increased the ransom even more."

He was a stable boy? For the Prince of Camelot? Oh this was perfect. What good fortune had come in meeting this boy. Vaughn had so many options, he needed to narrow it down to see how he wanted to proceed. He began to distance the dagger a bit, but not to the point of seeming less threatening. So a stable boy. Responsible for the horses. Now Vaughn knew what he wanted.

"I want a horse then," he told him. Vaughn did not actually. But because the boy cared after them, that was the only reason Vaughn had said he wanted one. Little did he know just how much the boy cared for the horses. They were just animals to the nomadic knight and therefore, did not mean anything to him, other than being a means of transportation and for that reason he would feed them and allow them to rest. But he did not go out of his way to show them any compassion and extra special care. "And not just any horse. One of the Prince's or King's horse." If he was their stable boy, that meant he had access to them, and so now did Vaughn.

[[ No problem. I know the feeling. ]]

Vaughn chuckled at Alistair's teasing. He did not take such things seriously, nor was he offended in the least by the druid's words. It was amusing if nothing else. "I would have to say that this gold one here matches the best," he said, holding up a gold bracelet. Gold. Such a wonderful material. "I do believe it matches my skin tone rather well," he added chuckling as he put it in his pocket. Some of these expensive pieces should go in his pocket rather than the bag, just to be on the safe side in case anything were to happen to it.

"Do you not want to find the one best suited for you?" He asked, sticking picking away at the different jewelry she just left here. It was ridiculous how much wealth people squandered. Vaughn would never understand it. Having resided with three sisters in his previous lifestyle, he knew that vanity a woman had, and even sometimes men. "Gold. Silver. Diamonds. All of these will go with just about anything and everything." He meant that more of a, 'it is all going to make us wealthy' type of way. Vaughn was not the kind of man to suck dry all the wealth of another, though he had opportunity to do so. It was more about being the one in power to do so. The fact that he was able to do it made it better than actually going through with it.

Such as now. He would not steal everthing; just enough for her to know that some things were missing. "Perhaps we should leave a note. Send her our regards." Would Alistair admit to her that he was a part of this? Vaughn had no problem with it. After all, there was not much she could do about it, and she more than likely remembered who he was.

"What do you do to earn your living, boy?" Vaughn asked in an even tempered voice. He did not overreact to situations, nor did he express any anger. His voice was often leveled and emotionless, and right now was no exception. He wanted whatever the boy had to offer. To have control over someone was Vaughn's greatest amusement in life. He had it when he blackmailed a noble, he had it when he helped kidnap someone for ransom, and now he had it when holding a knife against the boy's throat.

To Vaughn, life was a game. To a man who feared nothing, not even death, he tended to be reckless and disregard the emotions and feelings of others. This is what justified his ability to threaten even a child's life with no reluctance or compassion.

"Since when have I ever been shy," he said in reference to her remark about not wanting to admit it. "I would have easily complimented your ability to create the perfect name. It is not as if I have refrained from paying you other compliments in the recent past," he said in a suggestive tone. He had, and he was not shy to give another, even though it did not flatter her nor irritate her. It was merely Vaughn vocalizing what he believed to be true, and why refrain from doing that?

"I would not have received as much money as I plan to take from you if you did not appear to be this wealthy." As he had previously decided, his intention was not to clean her dry of wealth and make her family financially suffer. He did not decide that out of compassion for her and her family, but rather, he just saw it as useless. There was no drawn out fun in that. If he were to hypothetically take all the money, enough for them to be in a poorer state, then the moment of control would be over. Besides, what would Vaughn do with all that money. As he was living his life as a nomad, it would not be easy to carry all that money with him.

"Well off," he repeated chuckling. "Why have you chosen now to be modest, when previously, you have shown no attempt to do so. Quite the opposite in fact." The showing off, the arrogant remarks. Of course, it could just be her over compensating for deep rooted insecurities, but Vaughn doubted it. She was a confident woman; confident in skills that most noble women did not possess or chose to boast about.