<br/>Asmar nodded d his head as he tapped his hand upon the fine ladies ...his words spoke out as he moved and headed towards the back . Rather excusing himself from the rest of the group ...though he did manage a side look as the newcomer seemed to be leaving before the others . Sometimes it happened that way as the sense that all trades had been completed . No words were needed and that left a pleasant feeling to wash over him . Eve seemed to be calming a bit as well the impact of which was slowly filtering over into his own being .<strong> " I am no Prince ...I assure you ...though well mannered and an utmost gentleman I believe the qualifications of which should be in every man . "</strong>Lifting her hand to offer a sweet kiss .<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/VictorianSittingRoom.jpg)</div><br/>They were now standing before a door ...as he moved to open it and stood back to let the woman go forward into the Victorian parlor which he did so hope would give her comfort. Letting her step in and look about as he moved to pour them some tea ...and of course some light finger like sandwiches to help ease things over. As he would pull out a chair ...for her to sit down .<br/><br/>The rich hues of the room had a busy effect as far as the man was concerned ...but the comfort of the chairs were luxurious . As he would indeed wait till she was very comfortable and settled in .<strong> " Now if you will excuse me a brief moment ...I shall lay out a few fine dresses for you to choose from . Pluse prepare your bath my lady . "</strong>Bowing low before he took his leave . She seemed to need a few moments to soak everything in anyways .<br/><br/>Heading into the next room...the man made his way to the closet and found several lovely dresses . So hard to make a decision ...so he headed back into the other room with two he had narrowed it down to . His movements graceful and almost silent n nature . His arms lifted upwards as to not drag the lovely hems on the floor ...no indeed he would not allow such to happen.<strong>" My lady ....I need your expert guidance ....I have this lovely  copper style elegant lace and satin gown (http://oldeworldwear.com/images/victorian.jpg) ...here , that is rather refined and simplistic in nature . " </strong>twirling it about ...<strong>" Oh and lovely matching gloves mind you .  find it quaint and charming , the color softens the eyes . "  </strong>Grinning as it was indeed beautiful to him . Nothing like a woman draped in perfection that allowed for that accent of her features. The thought of it made him tingle inside . Oh how he loved to dress a woman .<br/><br/><strong>" OR this one ... a creamy pink (http://www.weddingssource.com/themes/images/Victorian-Gown.jpg) ... exquisiteness with a flare .. the way the the skirt has the fan like folded sections at the side , flowing out like a sensual flower ...that no man dare touch . " </strong>closing his eyes as the top part of that corset would indeed be tight and maybe show more cleavage than the royal lady might like ...but then wasn't this a place she could be a little daring .<strong> " The designer or this has imagination well advanced for the time ...it speaks to my soul and says daring .... " </strong>as he looked back at her for a reaction ...hopefully not one of utter discontent .<br/><br/>There was a lacy Marie Antoinette style he had considered ...maybe it best to mention it . With a heavy sigh ...he reluctantly did so .<strong>" Unless you rather adorn yourself in the color of mourning ...due to the unfortunate accident . "</strong>as he shifted his hip to one side and rolled his eyes ...<strong>" There is a glorious  black beaded lace garment (http://imagehost.vendio.com/a/28369566/aview/jengoth5.jpg) that is fit for a queen to wear ....but my , I say to myself ...why should she , my lovely lady . The man simply deserved his fate . You should not shed one tear over his pitiful life . He has caused you enough distress already for one so lacking in honor and participating in thievery of the worst kind . Trust me when I say this ...that man had every ill intention . "</strong>considering what might be befalling her female consort back in the carriage area that was a given . As he shuddered wishing somehow he could reach into that realm and protect the poor women.<br/><br/>Not quite realizing that his emotions carried more weight than intended ...the images going through Asmar's mind of what was befalling the handmaiden was being shared with Almaria. Oh my ..in such graphic detail before it just simply vanished as the man pushed the thoughts of that realm and tucked them deeper in his unconscious .<strong>" Such an uncivilized world sometimes ...no way for a lady to be treated . You my dear deserve a true man to worship and love you . "  </strong>to think the one she was betrothed to had set the whole thing up rather pissed Asmar off . If somehow he could give this woman the aire that she was worthy to make her own choice . Indeed he must try for the right man could so be placed to save her from the dreadful circumstances .<br/><br/><br/><br/>