Exit to the Right ??

Justin

Whether it was light, makeup or nature though, Theresa looked even paler than usual, especially around her nose. She smiled, but it seemed an effort. And it wasn't just for show that she took Boris' arm, but when walking, she seemed to rely on it. The people cheering didn't appear to notice or to care. They used their cameras and begged for selfies and autographs as the couple made its slow progress into the hotel.

"And here he is - Boris." Vlad stepped forward and wrapped Boris' hand with both of his, turning so that the photographers could capture the moment through the doors. The ladies filled the space to the door frame. "Welcome to your party."

"I am very honored about your invitation tonight," Boris replied with a dip of his head. "I hoped though that we'd meet under less tragic circumstances."

"Indeed, indeed, what a horrible turn of events the last 24 hours have brought us," Vlad agreed gravely. "The happier I am that it is now you who will lead the Tortoises out of these tumultuous times and into an even greater future. I have always been a fan of yours and thought you were wasted on a regional post. Your performance yesterday that had a huge share in the team's victory, was extraordinary and proved strikingly your capabilities."

Boris blushed at the recognition. The flattering was expected in their circles at these kind of events, not so much however that the other person was informed in depth about whom he was meeting. Vlad had shown a personal interest in him. It confirmed for Boris that though he had murdered to get where he was now, the murders had been necessary to get him where he belonged.

He knew the phrases that came with the position. "Thank you, you are too kind. The truth is, without all your support, and that of your dear friend Duke Guthrum who helps us to explain our ideas and plans for the Game to our supporters and critics, we wouldn't have been able to stand where we are standing today. Not to forget that I am nothing without the team behind me, working so hard on all levels to ensure our success. So, thank you."

"You're most welcome." Vlad patted Boris on the back and use the opportunity to turn him toward the woman at his side. "I think you know my wife, Duchess Mathilda?"

Mathilda extended her hand which Boris dutifully breathed a kiss on. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we have met," he said while straightening up.

"No, we haven't yet," Mathilda agreed with him. Her eyes met Theresa's in silent conversation finished with a tiny nod and twitch of lips by both. "But Theresa and I go back years. It's a shame we never met before. I am most glad it finally happens tonight. My congratulations to your new post."

"Thank you, Duchess," Boris replied with a glance at Theresa. The question marks in his eyes were obvious and yet Theresa managed to ignore them. "I can't conceal that I am a bit surprised that I didn't hear about you from Theresa, but it sure made for a lovely surprise. My wife's taste is impeccable. Therefore, I am looking forward to getting to know you better."

Vlad slung his arm around Boris, drawing his attention away from the women and their friendship. "By the end of the night I am sure that will be accomplished. But now, let's go inside and get things started, shall we? Everyone else has already gathered. They are pawing their hoofs in anticipation of the feast. One could think they are being starved." They all laughed at the thought and turned toward the restaurant.

"We are the very last to arrive?" Boris asked in surprise. "Not a single person still missing?"

"All accounted for," Vlad declared with a wave of his hand toward the buzzing room. He stopped and leaned for a conspiratorial whisper. "There were jokes made about what might keep you two. They lauded your stamina and dedication. I think the headquarters' kitchen was mentioned repeatedly. Your location of choice would explain that the others are ravished."