A Birthday Bash

Adaria tilted her head, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she took Franziska’s hand, giving it a brief squeeze.

Small? she echoed, voice laced with amusement. Franny, when have we ever done anything small? Her eyes flicked between her sister and Byron, her expression softening for just a moment before mischief returned.

I suppose I should thank you, Byron, for making sure our dear Franny isn’t wasting away in dull domesticity, she teased, her tone light. Though I must admit, I was rather hoping for something truly scandalous this year. A duel, an illicit rendezvous, though knowing on the Antivan’s that was still possible, at the very least some political intrigue. She sighed dramatically. But I suppose I shall have to settle for a grand celebration instead.

She released Franziska’s hand and gestured towards the musicians. I do hope you’ll grant me at least one dance before the night is over, sister. Unless, of course, you’ve become too dignified for such things? Her grin was nothing short of a playful tease, especially with what antics their parents had gotten up to.

@Franziska Wulff
@Byron Wulff