The Baron ate unhurriedly, enjoying his meal and petting her hair rather as he would a pet's between feeding her bites of his rich breakfast.<br/><br/>Then he sat back and reached to cup her chin and lift her face up as he smiled down at her.  His fingers were hard upon her, gripping with that same uncanny strength as he eyed her.  For a long moment he simply gazed into her eyes before a soft cough interjected.<br/><br/>A woman stood in the door, her gown gauzy and thin enough that it blurred but did not truly hide her body's curves.  Her hair was white like new fallen snow and fell in a long braid down her back but her face was no more than a few years older than Felicity's own.  A long and jagged scar ran along the left side of her face, marring doll-like perfection as it snaked from her forehead down beneath a soft patch of deep burgundy velvet and then down to her cheek and the edge of her mouth, lifting the corner of her lip in a permanent grin.<br/><br/>"Good Morning Your Excellency," she said as she curtsied low, "Forgive my intrusion, but you asked me to remind you..."<br/><br/>Something dark and alien receded from the Baron's gaze and he let go of Felicity.  "Yes," he interrupted, "I recall."  He reached to trace a line down Felicity's face, mimicking the path of the new arrival's scar before gesturing to the cart the maid had left behind next to the door.  "Clear these dishes and take them to the kitchen.  The cook will have use for you before tonight's feasting."