<strong>OOC:</strong>I'm going to be taking over Estelle's character for a little bit. For right now, please feel free to consider her an NPC. This is at the request of Estelle's writer, so no need to worry about hurt feelings or anything. We will miss her for as long as she is gone.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Estelle</strong>, Carriage #3  [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade, Aron & Eriq Gerard]<br/><br/>Estelle had noticed the chemistry between Lady Katrina and Justine Sade at once. Antoinette had been right about her in some ways, though she did an excellent job of covering it up. She was Frederick's whore, and the plaything of many a man...and woman. And so it was obvious to her that Justine was responding to her own longings. The way she looked at Lady Katrina; Estelle had seduced many individuals, of all genders, into giving her those shy gazes.<br/><br/>The carriages stopped, the muskets began to fire, and all around her the world began to seem crazy. Viktor. Her Viktor. He was so protective and sweet over her. Though he made a show of keeping everyone safe, she knew that he secretly longed to protect her. Always the gentleman. She touched his shoulder as she rose from her seat, and mouthed a silent, "thank you."<br/><br/>Then she moved across the carriage to let the boys in. Lady Katrina had no small amount of power, and even if Estelle were playing a noble, with the pretense of her own station, she had absolutely no desire to cross the woman.<em>Why make an enemy when you can seduce a lover?</em>A certain dark and charming man had taught her that.<br/><br/>Estelle opened the coach door, and motioned the boys in. "Get in, you silly children." They happily obeyed, the carriage rocking as they climbed inside, jostling with each other. They were loud and disruptive at first, but Estelle shooed them into quiet with a finger to her lips. "Dear Antoinette is having a hissy fit, so if you could calm down...for her sake."<br/><br/>"Yes, Miss Estelle, we'll be quiet" said Aron politely, making eyes at her; he was twelve and he was already a flirt. She shook her head in disbelief as she moved back to her seat; men were, even boys, were so predictable.