Valentine sighed as he glanced over the carnage, Djinn was in the next room trashing the living room.
This ship is nice he called out, Shame we plan to fly it into a sun eh? she chuckled, a prominent *smash* being heard,
The yacht was trashed, the crew slaughtered. He kicked the corpse of the Count lying dead at the foot of the bed, his eyes filled with pain and terror. The furniture was askew, bodies of short-lived guards where they fell, blood splatters across the bedding and walls.
Valentine sighed again and slumped into the soft desk chair, swivelling idly. A letter on the desk caught his attention; he brushed the some dust and pillow feathers off the envelope, sliding his finger under the edge to break the seal.
Inside was a neat, decorated, expensive piece of paper, Valentine read through, smiling as he went,
To Celebrate the belated 18th Birthday of Her Ladyship Countess Lafiel Tarrant
His Lordship the Marquis of Araluen Sebastian Tarrant
Requests the pleasure of your company at a reception for his daughter
on Saturday 23rd January 818A.S at Araluen Manor Cambridge
At your convenience you may bring your family and an additional friend but this is only extended to members of the nobility of the admiralty and the government.
RSVP by the 19th details are enclosed. Please present this invitation upon arrival.
He reclined in the chair, spinning to see the wardrobe, door slightly ajar. Djinn appeared at the door, her outfit splattered with blood.
We done here? she smiled, wiping the blood off her knife using the torn drapes,
Valentine pulled a neat jacket from the wardrobe, sizing it up on himself,
You wanna go to a party? he smiled, indicating to the invitation, Oh hell no... Oh hell yes, pick a disguise! he laughed, waving towards the extensive wardrobe.
//Yes we asked, and yes we will be in disguise as the Count and his date. Looking forward to seeing you all there...