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Ramil was furious. Furious at so many things and at so many people that it was hard for him to think straight for a moment. Taking the time to calm himself with a deep breath, Ramil closed his eyes and counted to ten as the room he was in filled with nervous tension. Chester and the guards who...

Well Ramil wasn’t going to question if she was able to actual fence – it would not only be rather insulting to her skills but could be construed that he was worried she would outdo his own skills. That was the political and etiquette reason for not doubting her professed skills. His person...

Ramil was rather glad to hear that she had an interest in watching him Fence - it was one of the few activities he was allowed to enjoy to the fullest. It was seen as a worthy pursuit for the Count of Serenno to be a strong fencer. Even before Count Dooku, the tradition had been there and with...

Ramil was glad that she seemed to have calmed down from the concern and worries she had been having before. He hoped that she wasn’t going to keep believing that he was scary, even though he had something of a temper he didn’t want her to have to suffer it at all. His temper was his own and he...

She seemed to be genuine when she spoke about how she would feel about a marriage between the two of them. Indeed she seemed to take the idea in stride without too many issues though it was clear to him that she seemed somewhat more timid than she had been before. Ramil felt himself soften...

Ah yes; his lovely advisors. He stared at both of them and unlike before he didn’t let them cower away from his gaze, pinning the one to speak with such a stare that the man shivered ever so slightly. Ramil knew that his advisors were answering to other Masters and usually he allowed it because...

Hmm somehow Ramil doubted that she was reading from a script, much less one written by her father. He had met her father before and the man had been singularly disappointing in both wit and charm. His daughter, so far, seemed to be proving that it was not an inherited trait at all. Still, he...

Ramil was not a fan of tea – expensive leaves boiled in water, nothing remarkable and nothing worth his time usually. But he was expected to drink tea and entertain so he had acquired enough of a tolerance (never a taste) for the particular brand of tea that was within the teapot. His servants...

Ramil was Count of Serenno, like his father before him but unlike his father, Ramil liked to think he bore the weight of his position with dignity. His father had been a layabout of a Count, content to spend entire days in a daze of high-quality spice, premium quality alcohol and women of low...