heavy lies the crown

Epiphron had made sure she took a quick dip before making her way to Seracia, followed by a quick grooming. She wanted to impress Gerhardt; she wasn't sure whether he had met Chrysanthe yet, but she wanted to come off as better than her, if she could. She would not deny that her sister was a brilliant specimen of creature, but she had perhaps been gifted in the department of physical appearance -- and so she would flaunt this, whenever possible, without seeming overly pretentious, hoping to win Gerhardt's heart, as she had won Maverick's.

He said that he had heard of Cairo. No, she hadn't just heard of him, but knew him well, saying his reputation was 'legendary.' It brought a proud grin to her features to hear her father spoken so highly of. As much as she would've preferred for Gerhardt to go on, he instead moved on to the topic at hand.

He, unsurprisingly, asked why she wanted to take Chrysanthe's place. No -- instead, why her sister was unwilling to proceed with the agreement. But he didn't seem angered, or upset, simply curious. Interested. She, too, reclined on her hind legs, sneaking forward a bit closer, but unwilling to cross the borders of Seracia unless invited specifically. "Chrysanthe is more than willing," she corrected politely, her tones soft. "It is I who offered to come to Seracia in her place. I will be honest with you, Gerhardt -- her heart lies with another, and she has rightfully earned her place as Valhalla's Alpha. Though she was more than willing to come forth, and I am sure that she would've done so with enthusiasm and grace, I believe she would be happier at home." If Gerhardt agreed to the change in plans, Epiphron knew that it would be obvious that she had met Maverick before. Ought she hint at it now? "And, sir, I have met your son, Maverick; and I couldn't imagine marrying a greater man."