That glance allows him a look at her face, and something pings in his memory. He has a head for faces, for names, for things that come in handy when one is a courtier in a hostile court. The Beast of Camwood floats across his mind first, but that’s not the sort of thing a person should really lead with. Not, at least, in a library.
“Isabelle Beaumont.” A smile curves his lips, genuine pleasure at having the opportunity to mean so interesting – and influential – a person. “I am Henri.” Per his usual habit, he neglects to mention any surname or place of origin. “I had the honour of being present at your introduction to the Queen. The time, incidentally, is something past the eleventh bell, and if I thought you seemed the type to care what I think of your hair, I would tell you that you look as lovely now as you did that night.”
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Date: 2014-12-09 07:47 pm (UTC)“Isabelle Beaumont.” A smile curves his lips, genuine pleasure at having the opportunity to mean so interesting – and influential – a person. “I am Henri.” Per his usual habit, he neglects to mention any surname or place of origin. “I had the honour of being present at your introduction to the Queen. The time, incidentally, is something past the eleventh bell, and if I thought you seemed the type to care what I think of your hair, I would tell you that you look as lovely now as you did that night.”