The Lady Guinivere

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As he walked into the kitchen Aurthur was stopped dead in his tracks, shocked dumb by the person standing before him talking to the chef. It wasn't possible as Guinivere was mortal and had died centuries before, but there the was in stunning glory in his Elysium. His heart started to pound in his chest as he silently stared at the woman before him speaking with Guido. His mind couldn't reconcile what was before him, her physical form and the sound of her voice told him that she was in fact his late queen, even his sensory magick was detecting some of Guinivere's resonance. While his senses were telling him it was her, his mind and heart were screaming that it was impossible. At that moment had an enemy decided they wasted to kill him they may have had a chance of succeeding as he was caught in a mental and emotional loop inside his own mind.

She turned away from Guido flashing a familiar smile to Aurthur as he stood there in silence. It took Aurthur another minute to realize that she was trying to speak with him before he could focus his mind on the present, "Hello, I'm Isabelle, Guido's cousin. And you are?"

She wasn't Guinivere, or at least not the original who had passed centuries prior. The storm is his mind began to calm while not abating completely as even his magick was telling him that in some small ways she was his Guinivere. "I'm Aurthur, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he replied while stepping forward to take her hand a place a gentle kiss upon it, falling into the old courtly rituals out of reflex due to who she appeared to be. He took some small level of pleasure at seeing her blush due to the old-fashioned gesture.

"Thank you, and what do you do around here?" she asked giving him a look from head to toe and back up again. Spotting his weapons inside the long duster she continued before he could answer, "You must be security from the clothes and weapons you're carrying."

Aurthur simply smiled while Guido answered his cousin's question, "Izzy, he isn't a security guard, that's my boss, the owner of the place." The blush that came to her face continued down her neck to her chest and arms which Aurthur found to be quite charming.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made an assumption like that. I'm not sure what else to say other than please don't hold it against Guido, he loves this job and place and I would hate to get him in trouble because of my big mouth and bad habits. It really is a wonderful place you have here and I was so excited to see Guido the happiest I've ever gotten to," The words came quickly almost running together as she tried to backpedal what she saw as an insult.

Aurthur held his hand up palms outward towards her until she trailed off into silence while Guido was holding his laughter in behind her back. "First, nobody is in trouble for your assumption. The way I'm dressed does pretty much scream security and I don't mind blending in with them when it suits me. Second, I never hold someone responsible for another's action unless they specifically ordered or in some way facilitated those action intentionally. From the look on Guido's face and his barely holding in his laughter I'd say he was just as surprised by your reaction as you were by who I am. Third, Thank you for the compliments on my place. I work had to keep Guido happy here as I would never be able to replace him in this kitchen. Finally, that blush was amazingly enchanting on you which just made my evening orders of magnitude better than where it had started." Aurthur looked over to Guido and raised an eyebrow silently asking what Isabelle know about this place.

Guido smiled on of his rare smile, "she is well aware of what this place is and what kinds of beings come here. Isabelle had a vampire stalking her while attending Oxford and after gathering the information and coming to her own conclusions she called me for help. That was the vacation I took 3 years ago."

Aurthur's grim face broke into a genuine smile as he offered his arm, "In that case, Isabelle, would you care for the grand tour and maybe a dance?" Isabelle placed her arm in his and started turning towards the exit from the kitchen to the club proper.

Guido cleared his throat and both Aurthur and Isabell turned towards him. He was holding one of the chef's knives up pointed toward Aurthur, "I respect you Boss and expect the same respect show me to apply to Isabelle as well. She's right that I love this place and the job but family comes first with me as it does with you."

Knowing Guido's capabilities Aurthur fully understood the threat in that statement and more so respected his direct approach. Seeing Isabelle going through another if those full body blushes was a delightful bonus. Aurthur replied in a serious tone while looking Guido straight in the eyes, "You know me well enough to know that she will be respected first and always no matter what may occur. I also know how we both are about family which you and by extension she are counted as in my book. I will not guarantee that nothing will happen and that emotions may or not be bruised, but I can promise that I will do my best. Good enough?"

"Good enough."

"With that settled we'll head out on that tour and leave the kitchen in your more than capable hands," Aurthur stated as he turned to guide Isabelle/Guinivere out into the Elysium for dancing and a tour. As they exited the kitchen Aurthur spotted Sam near the door keeping anyone else from coming or going while he was in there. Aurthur slipped the duster off and handed it to Sam as Elayna brought a back suit jacket to him so that he could cover his weapons.

"Saw you walking the floor in that way you do so I hung back while I followed you. Once I realized there wasn't any trouble and heard you ask about dancing, I requested Elayna to bring you a suit jacket," informed Sam. With that said and giving no time at the moment for introductions Sam faded back into the crowd with Elayna doing the same as soon as she handed the jacket over to me.