A serving girl tightened the bun in Malicia's hair. Her silver strands were pulled away from her face for the activity she was about to engage in. Her eyes were blue, as she'd begun wearing contacts more frequently. When people asked, she simply dismissed her yellow eyes as contacts—fashion statements— and told everyone blue was her natural colour.
She'd been dressed by the servants for fencing: a high collared jacket, chest protector, fitted breeches and lightweight fencing boots. A small embroidered patch with her current houses emblem was attached to her jacket's shoulder before she left the room. While most days she did not look forward to her time on Serreno, she knew today wouldn't be that bad. Maybe she was even looking forward to being in his company. It'd be a break from her cultists, her Serreno father and everyone else.
Ever since Malicia could think back, she'd been trained for combat. The way she stood, walked and moved was influenced by that. Perhaps not in a way that most people could notice. It was just a simple fact that she'd be very different person if she wasn't raised with a saber in her hand. She didn't have a weapon as she was still walking to the courtyard, though.
The small Darth was lead through the court by a few servants. It was empty, just, due to how the palace was laid out, the court was part of a shortcut to where they were going.
Sun kissed Malicia's pale skin as the her and the group of girls passed the threshold from the palace to its outside estate. Malicia spotted the Count. His tale frame stood in his fencing outfit in the courtyard, right in the middle of a ring. She noticed the suns rays hallowed his frame and it brought her attention it for a moment, though she returned her thoughts to the moment.
"Your Grace," Malicia greeted, waving from the stairwell. Once she got to the bottom, she noticed a rack of weapons and quickened her pace slightly to examine them. Though her gaze was on the items at first, she stopped when she got closer and returned her eyes to the Count. Her steps brought her in front of him and she curtsied with a smile. "Are you pleased with the outfit?" she asked, tipping her head slightly. He had mentioned wanting to see her in it, so she hoped that the outfit fit her frame in the way the Count imagined.
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