Valentine's trip. (Daciana)

[Lanthier's house, somewhere away from civilization in Wales: 14th February 2012, around 10:00 AM]

Wyl finally arrived to Lanthier's house, not really the place he had been born as it had happened near Amesbury, but a not really small place the family used to live before his father had took the lead of it and things ran kinda off the bat involving things like incest-rape and demon summoning. Then the deceased man decided to purchase the house closer to the Stonehenge complex to further benefit his dark studies, turning this one into a sort of holiday residence which Wyl didn't visited really much.

Yet he felt this being the best pick, not really wanting to be tempted to bring her into the Dungeon yet and at the same time this one was so away from any settlement that made it ideal to spend a couple of day away from the stress of everyday's life. Daciana was sitting in the passenger's seat next to him while the back seats were stuffed with their luggage and food because, yes, not even hope to get out for groceries. Stuff they had bought together as Daciana had wished to help with the cooking as well, something Wyl pretty much appreciated.

Ahuva had been silent for the whole time, Wales had been the area where the stories of Mabinogion and Matter of Britain unfold, even for a Demon like her it was a place of interest, maybe especially for one like her, with all the stories of seduction, cheatings and weddings. It was the succubi equivalent to some culture themed holidays. Not that she bothered.

"We're arrived..." Wyl softly whispered to her, unsure if she was taking the time to rest after her turn at the driving wheel. "...Sorry if it doesn't looks as majestic as a King's palace." He added. The place looked actually decent but not really too flashy. Ivy was on the building and there was a wall made of bushes do mark the end of the properties and prevent wild stray animals to cross inside the garden. The young ritualist parked next to the part where the bushes turned into an arc to allow entrance in the property. The structure was too old to have a proper parking lot inside, but it wasn't something he ever bothered with.

The trip had been long, but it was certainly an exciting one. They took turns off and on behind the wheel with pleasant commentary between. She had never been to Wales, so this was definitely another experience to mark as new.

Crossing into Wales was hard to tell in some aspects. Where the areas connected bled from one scenery into another, but at the same time it was completely different. Strange how invisible lines made any sort of country surrounded by an assumptive gate. However, there were no barriers that kept Wales inside itself and at the same time it retained a shape. Her weird observation aside, she was kind of glad they were finally there.

There was a stop, when at midnight he pulled over just to kiss her. The moment was one she'd probably never forget as it had been one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her, and any other spots were likely to be filled in by her new boyfriend. They slipped back into the car and only stopped a couple more times for bathroom breaks and groceries. She'd agreed to cook, though she wasn't a very fancy chef, but she did know HOW to cook, so that helped (Or so she hoped).

Watching the world go by was definitely a beautiful thing to see. Faces, places and animals had all been caught in her sight at least thrice. The house- mansion(to her) was soon in view and it looked vintage- which oddly excited her. She always did have an eye for antique-styled things, and with the vines slightly growing(though most people saw that as a pain) she thought it looked almost dark.

"It is a palace compared to my home." Her eyes lit up, while she pulled herself out of the car and looked around. "It's huge.." Her voice was barely a whisper tasting the air.

"Not as big as many others, and it's still completely in the middle of nowhere..." Wyl replied with a smile. There was no way to hide he had been on the lucky end of life in regard to money and material things. Well, he had been in a weirdly lucky streak even about parents, even if his father died of an horrible dead, he was an ass anyway, and his mother was a demon.

"Glad you appreciate though..." He added as he not only opened the door for her, but even offered his hands to take her. "There's something I'd like to do..." He said looking into her eyes and waiting for her to take his hands. The plan was as simple as effective as so damnably old school. Carry her inside the house as he held her bride-style.

Yet they would have to come out normally to grab the luggage and the provisions, yes, even Ahuva had gone jawdropping as she peeked through his thoughts. Yet it seemed kinda important for Wyl to do so, especially crossing the entrance arc. Why so, the demonic mother wasn't really able to understand.

"Come, allow me to bring you to my palace as my Queen..." He whispered softly for her once more.

"At least you don't have pesky neighbors." She mused at him. Her eyes closed and she listened for a moment to the sound of the quiet area. It was relaxing to her- no horns, no screaming people who swore up and down about traffic. This was something Daciana would read in books and scarcely believe that such a wonderful place existed. This was nothing like where she was raised, in turn where she had lived with Mr. White was nothing like that. This was another whole world from the others she'd known.

A palm was outstretched towards her. The charming man was offering it with his usual words of honey that allowed her guard to remain down. She didn't hesitate as dainty fingers reached and took his hand. That contact shot fire through her veins, but only so in a positive way. Her skin graced his which made her heartbeat a bit faster than usual. A queen and this was his palace- by a certain extension- hers for the next couple of days. There was something about just the way he smiled and spoke, that left her breathless each time. It was very doubtful she'd get enough of it.

Wyl entwined his fingers with hers and took her in his arms. Yeah there were no pesky neighbours around here, something that made him wonder upon what would have happened had been him raised differently. How hard would have be to dispose of someone had he brought them there?

"That's always a loss on your book..." Ahuva felt to remind him through their mental link. Indeed she had sorta raised him with the belief that violence was to be the very last of the answers for a problem and that the difference between a seducer and a rapist was all about things like that. "...and I kinda like your girlfriend, so go ahead..."

Heh, as Wyl needed her permission anyway. The young ritualist carried her, holding Daciana in his arms, through the bushes arc and to the door. Luckily the girl's build was light enough for him to be able to pull out the keys with one hand, holding her with the other one, though her need was helped to let him keep balance, open it and finally bring the girl inside.

And actually, the inside was sort of not what one would expect. White sheets were placed all over the fornitures so that dust wouldn't really collect over them. Giving the place a sort of ghastly appearance, but at the same time allowing it to stay somewhat clean. "Do you think a swept would be enough or we need to take the vacuum cleaner out?" That may have been a problem, becaune neither him or his mother remembered where the Vacuum Cleaner was.

Yet he smiled as he finally kissed her again, passionately, before gently letting Daciana down on her feet. To clean the house together looked something that would give them the feeling of a newly married couple coming back from honeymoon. Even if the wedding had yet to be held and, even more importantly, consumed. Once again, he was happy to have decided to being not involved in what he called the Secret War. It would feel horrible if due to him she had to end up involved as well.

Strong arms swept her up and carried her across a threshold of sorts.  Strange to her, she had only seen such things through a married couple, which they were far from.  There was a long way before a couple could marry.  It didn't take away from her joy, though.  Her heart was betraying her enjoyment and her cheeks tinted a gentle pink.  She was cradled in his arms and she adored it.  Her eyes closed, as she pressed her face into the nook of his neck.  

At the door they stopped and he was fumbling for the keys a bit.  Not a moment later, he had the entrance cleared and they crossed into the house.  White sheets were everywhere; showing  the house was lonely and abandoned.  An empty area where people used to inhabit.  She was suddenly reminded of her 'home' at the facility.  It was gone, now.  She saw pictures once.  The place was vacant and all that was left was the remnants of what was once buildings.  It was the strangest feeling of sadness and joy.  She could honestly say- she hated that place, but it had been all she knew for nearly 15 years of her life.  

He placed her back on her feet and lips met hers.  All her anxieties were gone in an instant.  She melted into the kiss; completely taken by him again.  His passion had a strange ability to make her feel like everything was going to be alright.  

"It looks good to me," she admitted as her body wandered instantly deeper within.  She turned and grinned at him.  "DO I get a tour?"  A brief pause and she looked over his shoulder( by standing on her tip-toes).  "After ve bring in ze groceries, I mean."

"Sure..." Wyl replied returning her grin. "A Queen needs to learn about her palace, right?" It was ironic, for a brief moment he actually believed in living here, away from everyone, with her. Once again, his instincts where taking the upper hand, preventing him from a more rational reasoning. Oh well, he went this far, there was no real time to worry right now.

Daciana was right anyway, and the two took their sweet time to unload the car of both luggages and the groceries, especially as he took many than one chance to distract her with a random hug, a kiss or anything going even a little further to tease her. It obviously took more than expected, but no one of the two were to complain and once all the things were packed and set, the ritualist decided to take her for the Tour.

"This was the dance hall, we still have a piano so maybe we can arrange to play something here." He explained as he choose to start the tour from it. It wasn't really big as one would imagine, not really built to hold large parties as better fit to more smaller events. Through all the corridors there were the occasional and mandatory paintings of the deceased members of the family, tho Wyl addressed no one of them as his parents' ones.

He showed her the library, filled with many books, a lot of them being novels, a decent amount old tomes about Matter of Britain and old Celtic lore and some of the most recent being from authors for late '800 early '900 like Lovecraft, Burroughs, Asimov, Herbert and Howard. Wyl's grandfather was a fan of Science fiction.

Then it was the time for the dramatic moment, to show her where they had to sleep. Luckily for the girl, the man had been gentlemanly enough to not be so direct in his advances and showed her two similar looking rooms, one next to the others. "We have no servants at the house, so if you will need anything tonight, feel free to come to my room and ask." Alright, this was half of an innuendo, but eh. For once it was not.

After they left their luggages in the two bedchambers, he showed her the most trivial parts of the house, services, kitchen, cellar with some wines and stuff and the dining room. Again not as big as one would expect from an old house but still pretty traditional. "And that makes the all of it, now should I boil the water for some tea?" He said holding her from behind, keeping her back close to his chest and kissing her neck as he waited for an answer.

The place was huge even when the hallways broke into the rooms.  For Daciana, it was probably the biggest house she'd ever been in, but then again she usually just stayed in apartments here and there.  She followed him while taking in the every detail.  Wall colors, what the furniture was like.  In a way, she felt like she was in an over-sized dollhouse.

The rooms were gorgeous as well.  She couldn't help but wonder how soft the beds were, but before she could check, she was led astray to the rest of the house.  Seek him in the middle of the night?  That seemed like something almost.. what was the word- inappropriate, but that was just her mind being probably irrational.  

His arms looped around her waist and breath flickered over the back of her neck in a way that made her whole body shiver.  Somehow something so light nearly made her knees cave- or was she just that weak to this man?  "Tea sounds vonderful." When her body didn't feel like jell-o, she smiled at him.  Maybe it would distract her enough so that she WOULDN'T completely melt into a puddle already, besides it was almost tea-time, anyways.  She slipped free and let her hand slide back to his.  She tried to remember her way to the kitchen; maneuvering through the vast building with ease.

"I picked some favorites, Four Red Fuits, Peach and Earl Grey Classic if you're feeling traditional." He had also picked some cookies to go with it, a little too much englishman for the times he lived in, Wyl was kinda surprising for his attention to these kinds of details.

As he followed her for the Kitchen the ritualist couldn't help to focus on her backside, after all, even the eye needed his part. Something that caused some comments from Ahuva, but nothing Wyl wasn't expecting to hear and that we're keeping only hinted at due to our concern for the children.

By this point his lustful instincts had turned to cold desire, something he could easily manage to deal with as he planned for how to make her his later in the night. "By the way, do you mind about wine used for cooking?" He politely asked to her as he had suddenly got some kind of kitchen inspiration for the dinner. "Or ever had spiced wine?" It was still cold, and spiced wine was something he really enjoued. Maybe he should even lit the fireplace?

As they reached the kitchen, he made an offer of tea types, all of which sounded wonderful, but none more so than peach tea. "A cup of Peach, please?" Her smile was gentle as always and she soon found herself surrounded by the kitchen. It was just as nice the second go-around. The place really was gorgeous in her eye.

His question about the wine threw her off a bit as honestly, she'd never had a drink before. Well, she 'had' it in cooking before, but it was usually the flavored stuff with no alcohol content- though maybe it was the same? Was there such thing as non alcoholic alcohol? It really didn't make any sense. She'd only been of legal age to consume it in America about a year or two ago and between training and work, she never really found time.

"I do not zink I've actually had vine before," she admitted as she gazed at him thoughtfully. "Maybe in cooking perhaps? I am not fully certain, zough. I've never had time to partake." Honesty was the best policy, right? Daciana was a terrible liar anyways- if she would ever TRY to lie, that was. There wasn't really a point in lying, anyways. "Vat- vould be ze difference betveen vine cooked and vine drank? Does it carry over?" She was genuinely interest, as that was something she'd never really learned about.

Wyl decided to start with the basics before offering her to try some wine, as long hers wasn't a religious or moral choice. "When you use wine for cooking, most of it evaporates or it's diluited with water so that it loses its strenght but transfer parts of the flavour to the dish." Despite not being a chef he was adept enough to know these things. "You usually do it with sauces or meat as it can be incorporared in the formers and will be absorbed by the latter. Meat can be even left to marinate in a mixture of winegar or oil, herbs and wine. But we can't really as it should stay a whole night like that for the best results." It was half of a lie, based mostly on his personal preferences.

"Spiced wine instead is a warm beverage where you boil wine adding spices and fruits to it. It's also called Mulled Wine or Burnt Wine. In italy is Vin Brule'. It's debated if it is stronger or weaker than regular wine. To be honest it's warmer and sweeter so I never bothered to learn more than that." The man grinned, looking at her and giving an eye to the ket, that wasn't boiling anyway.

"Finally we have the regular wine, that comes in various qualities. I think we may have some of the lighter whites in the cellar, though white is usually lighter than red and has a more delicate taste." He proceeded then to describe concepts like the boquet and all the wine properties and temperatures to serve them. "To be honest they say that red wine goes with red and white meat and white is for fish, but personally I never cared." He finally finished the cooking lesson.

"Though I have to ask, is wine something you never tried just due to chance or there are reasons for you to not drink it?" He questioned, since their first dinner together it was clear the girl had no problem with meat, but wine well, he had no bottles at hand so it wasn't brought up. "I can avoid using it, if it's a cultural or religious thing..." The Ritualist added quickly. Even as his demonic side would've be kinda amused by tricking her into eating something not kosher, there was better way to corrupt innocents that these petty ones.

His lecture certainly was informing. She enjoyed the way he seemed to know so much about cooking and wines. Oddly talking about wines was an exciting topic. She didn't know this information so it was new and exciting. She watched him talk about it with intrigue. Which were they going to try- she wondered. She guessed if they were to try any it would be the white wine. It was the lighter kind he had said.

His question was appropriate enough. It wasn't as if he were asking something out of the blue and it probably was something slightly confusing to him. Or rather- to anyone since an adult that had never really had a drink?! NEVER! She pressed a finger to her lips and debated on how to respond, not like it required much thought. "Vell.. I just never had ze time or a reason." She smiled at him, with her innocent eye simply gleaming in amusement.


(sorry short)

And Wyl just smiled back, despite the rational part of him started believing more and more on his theory about Daciana having been involved with some sort of slave dealer who imported her from Romania. Gentleman enough to not ask about her past, he wasn't so naive to ignore the hints though.

An eye lost, surely in an accident because the girl looked healthy enough for it to not have been lost due to some sort of sickness. Maybe working accident in some of these factories where the youth were to be overworked? It was a good chance to be the case. Maybe he could try to get her to talk more about herself at dinner.

"Then we could try to make the Risotto alla Milanese, it's italian cooking as long you dont mind rice, sausages and saffron." They had agreed to help each other for the cooking, something that made him wonder. "By the way do you have something specific in mind? So that I wont use up all of the ingredients." Wyl wasn't bad at cooking, but he used to go a little wild with adding spices and flavours and despite sometimes his stuff came out with a less than impressive look, they usually tasted nice. Especially since knowning little of her tastes he was going to refrain himself about spicyness.

"Maybe we should try making something from your homeland?" It was a discrete question, even if she had bad memories with the people from there, she had proved with her lullaby that she had no issues with the traditions or rejected her origins. And at the same time, maybe that was a good way to finally learn from where she came from without directly asking about her past, something he felt not really alright to do. For the most completely wrong and off target reasons.

He asked about what she wanted him to make.  While she pondered on what she could possibly want, he continued on to ask about a meal from her homeland.  Her eyes closed as she thought about it.  What could she recall?  Were there any meals she could remember?

The faces and plates were a blur.  Once again, Daciana had cast her eyes underwater.  Crystallized images and the vague calling were indefinite and left her with much to be desired.  It's no use.  She heaved a heavy breath and shook her head.  "I can not remember exactly vhat ve used to eat zere. As I said, I vas taken avay at a young age." How old HAD she been 3..?  4..?  All the memories were so hazy. Her hand pressed to her cheek with disappointment in her eyes.  "I can barely remember ze tastes."  A hand pressed onto her lips as she could almost taste a sour flavor that vanished as quickly as it had come.

Soon, the frown was wiped away and once more, Daciana was smiling.  "Ho-ever, I am somevhat familiar vith American cuisines." Gently, she laughed. She had lived there a few years.  The foods made were often pretty easy to make too, which was very much a good thing.  It made cooking after work a doable thing.  The blurry thoughts were definitely better received than the years of Hell that had followed.

"Google is our best friend if you'll ever want to try." Wyl said to her while putting out his cellphone. Giving a country, it was going to be easy to find a recipe and with their combined skill, maybe it was able to have them manage to succeed into making it. American cooking was a whole different matter, the ritualist was still smiling gently to her despite he wondered if they had enough oil for it. Call them prejudices, but he kinda believed it was all about going McDonald's or deep frying stuff. Or barbeque, wait barbeque was great.

"Anything specific in mind then?" Again, Wyl's smile was warm and seducing as he reached for her and decided to go for a hug and a kiss on her neck, passionate enough to give her a hickey later, with the kettle conveniently whistling as water was boiling. "Said peach right? Lemon, milk or nothing?" The ritualist questioned as he put the teabags in the cups and started to pour water in them. He went for the red fruit ones, a favorite of his due to the bloody color.

"So, do you like the UK by the way?" He questioned out of curiousity. She spoke of the US and he always had this feeling of the two being two countries divided by the same language. "Got used to the silly way we call things here compared to the US?" He teased her, grinning. He had meet plently of people from the US in his life and they always found a little disoriented about some naming conventions.

As she went to speak again, his lips met her neck and her thoughts melted once more. Whatever she was about to say- he wiped it away with his motions. His arms felt so in place when they held her. She was intoxicated by his very presence. Such a hypnotizing man she found herself alone with for a few days.

"It is very nice here. Better zen my teacher had me imagine." She laughed a bit. For some reason, Mr. White had loathed London- but for what reason? Daci wasn't sure of that. "And I met you here, after all. IT can't be all bad." Her own amusement was probably a loss to him, after all- he couldn't read her mind- which was a good thing. There were probably thoughts in there (brief as they were) that were kind of inappropriate.

Her back pressed into his chest and she sighed out softly. This was wonderful for her- she adored being close to him, even though they hadn't known each other long. "I am up for anyzing. I do like trying new zings." Innocent and honest, her smile was etched once more upon her face.

"You're adorable, my splendid Queen..." Wyl said as she spoke about how the UK couldn't be that bad since it was the place where they meet. The innocent way which she said things like that was something that amused him and made him even more than willing to claim her as his. With a smile he turned to offer her the cup with peach tea, a slice of lemon placed inside it.

"By the way, what would you think about me teaching you to play the piano?" The ritualist said completely out of the blue. After all, as her past was kinda an unpleasant thing to talk about for her, music could become a good subject for talking. Something different from soccer or getting drunk on beer like the average english male. "We have one here and there's one in london as well, so you'll have plenty of chance to pratice." True they couldn't bring it around like he carried the cello in the park, but looking at her he could actually picture the girl behind one.

"I'll be a nice teacher, I promise." He said with a grin that kinda hinted something more than just that. The ritualist being unable to prevent himself from being flirtly even about that. As he sipped from his own cup, he sighed heavy, looking at her during one of his few rational moments about their whole relationship. That eyepatched guy that spoke him in demonic came back to mind, what if he tried to attack him when she was around? Would he be able to protect her from sudden threats? Would she still accept him had his secret to be uncovered?

Wyl shook his head, the more he thought about it, the more it ached.

The tea smelled heavenly to her. She graciously accepted it. Dainty fingers hooked on the cup and raised it p to her gently curved lips. She was happy- there was no other words for it. She was point blank- Perfectly blissful with him. Her lips met the tea as their conversation continued. Her eyes were intent upon him. Clearly he was the enter of her attention.

Learning to play the piano? Now there was something that sort of excited Daciana. Who DIDN'T want to learn how to play the piano? Her eyes lit up as she was glad to have a teacher. It seemed a bit- different how he asked though, but then maybe it was that charming smile that beckoned her closer. She laughed lightly and made her own sort of flirt, though again, unintentionally.

"You vill take it easy on me, zen?" Again, she smiled. Completely unaware to his depressed mental path, she simply continued grinning at him. She was a bit ignorant in that aspect, but at the same time. Shifting a bit she looked up at him as if she wanted something: thoughtful a moment as she debated on how to ask for it- other than just asking.

"Vould you mind- if I gave it a try?" Naturally she was referring to the tea, but she really didn't specify. Hopefully he hadn't picked the same kind as her, because then she'd just feel silly. Tonight though, she wanted to experience a little of life and to enjoy the things it had to offer.

Wyl turned to her as she asked for a try of the tea. Alright she had called for it, the young man smiled as he took a small sip of the cup and swiftly and suddenly proceeded into letting her taste it through a kiss using the advantage of surprise to his favor. "Obiouvsly, you can have a taste of the version from the cup as well." He grinned offering it to her. "But that other way, tasted way sweeter in my opinion."

Believing maybe it was a little too much for a second date move, but not regretting for a split second of having done it, the young ritualist decided to change subject. "I'll go easy on you, promised." He nodded, pulling out his cellphone and doing a quick search. "Give me a second, lesse if we can find something..."

"Hey, Wiki said Dacian people were big on Wine..." Wyl told her with a grin, before scrolling and looking for something. "Alright, I think we can make these if you want to give a try at something from your home..." He showed the phone to her, the browser set on the recipe page. "Pârjoale, I got the minced meat anyway to make meatballs, but these are a little..." He stopped, searching for the right word. "Let's say richer?" The young man waited for her reaction, he was kinda set on having her try something from her homeland.

Lips met hers and she was taken by surprise. Delicious tea was invading her mouth as he had decided to give her a taste THIS way instead of how she had expected. Her heart had stopped for a brief second, then kicked into high gear. She wasn't sure what was more wonderful; the tea or his delivery onto her mouth. It had been another time that he managed to sweep her off of her feet, though this time was metaphorical.

Too soon he had pulled away and left her as a small puddle of melted Daciana. It took a moment, but he pried out his cellphone again and began looking over it. She wasn't sure what for and she didn't really want to seem nosy, so she just sort of stood there until he spoke again. Blue eyes wide with interest and waiting for him to talk.

So he wanted her to try something from her country? That was sweet of him. Would it taste the same as when her mother cooked it- almost twenty years ago? She doubted it. There was the likely chance that her mind glamorized the cooking, memories from that long ago usually did. "Alright. Let us have at it shall ve?" Her face was simply glowing from her happiness. This man- he really was something. Who did she know that would go out of their way to try and make her feel so comfortable?

"Sure, lemme re-read the recipe, but it seems simple enough..." Truth to be told it wasn't that simple has the young man had always been pretty generous with adding spices to stuff. Would Daciana not intervene, the result would be maybe tasty but definitely a little far from what was expected to be. Not that with the girls lack of memories it could be a big problem, but still he wanted to give her a taste of her own homeland.

"Good lord, your country is the homeland of smoked meat..." The scroll through romanian cuisine was pretty istructive even for him. "What about a trip there?" The young male asked, apparently tickets were pretty cheap to go in that country during winter. Not really a popular holiday destination even during summer, the companies kept the prices low trying to encourage tourism.

Meanwhile he stared to unpack the groceries pulling them out of the fridge, looking around for the pans and other implements to prepare the dinner. "What do you think about it? A week or two trip, maybe after the season I have to stay with the Orchestra, traveling the villages in the area. Just the two of us?" The Ritualist smiled at the Templar. "Though I dont know the language, so you'll have to lead me..." Wyl added, showing his trust in her.

Romanian foods.  The thought seemed foreign to her, almost.  ALMOST.  The thought of it BEING strange was far more strange though- annndd now her head hurt.  She blinked away her overly frustrated thoughts.  This was a time to enjoy and here she was, just wallowing in her confused thoughts.  This man was helping her taste home- so to speak and here she was lamenting on how strange home was TO her.  

Then he offered a trip there.  Her eyes widened and she was speechless.  It was a magnificent idea, but she had never expected it in the least.  In all honesty, she had never planned on going home- in fear of what might return to her memories.  What if everything wasn't as the fog recalled?  She would be heartbroken- but it wasn't like they were trying to look up her family, so she supposed she was at least a little okay with it.  A lot of her was actually excited for it.

"Oh no! Zat vould be far too expensive!  I couldn't possibly ask at of you."  Money WAS an issue in something like that.  They'd need somewhere to stay and money to get there.  Not to count in the cost of what food my be WHILE there.  Could they seriously just run off to Romania for a couple weeks?  Secretly she adored the idea.  She started prepping for the meatballs (naturally after she'd washed her hands).   "Zank you, zough.  You truly are a vonderful man."  Her eye lit up as she smiled at him.

"Well, not really *THAT* expensive if you dont mind taking care about some small details..." The young man was kinda expecting it, after all even if the girl seemed to have gladly accepted their engagement, something too much expensive could still be a trouble or hard to accept. Yet the ritualist had plans. "We can book some last minute ticket for the plan, they came with even 80% discount, even more if the place isn't really popular as Romania in winter may be." He explained simply as he got ready as well and helped her, starting to prepare the mixture of herbs and spices to go with the meatballs. Not exactly as the one described in the recipe but it was a start.

"And we can save on expenses with traveling through the more rural area, you know see the place, sleep in bed and breakfast and eat in more popular places rather than high class restaurants." It was a traveling way that was actually cheap and allowed for visitors to really understand a country, yet one needed to know the local language to be able to do so properly, but that wasn't really a problem. "It should bring us closer to the real peoples and feelings from the place. And since you know the Romanian, we should be pretty fine from any sort of scam." He smiled gently as he noticed there was missing a certain herb from the recipe. Oh well, that's what red peppers were created for!

"Up to you though, I'm not going to force you if you feel uneasy with it." He said as the final decision was after all hers. "It'll take a little more before we'd be able to leave as well, but I have no problems with it and it would mean for me getting to know you better." He added gently. "And I want to know my Queen soo deply..." He added moving close to her and softly whispering in her ear.

It was also to be said he was intrigued by all that smoked meat.

She smiled. "And I vill only teach you Romanian if you teach me some of your language. Deal?" Somehow the thought was intriguing to her. It had been a while since she had thought of even learning another language. However it was never really a bad time to try.

The thought continued to excite her. She could go see what her true home was like once more. It was something she had scarcely thought about since normally she was working with the Templars on something time consuming. As well, she wasn't sure that Mr. White would ever let her do it. He didn't seem the kind of guy that allowed vacations. However, despite being a soldier, she was still human -though she was rarely ever treated like it-.

He had whispered on her ear again and caused her to shiver. That was always an addictive feeling. He had an affect on her. She closed her eyes and nodded. "Alright." She caved for his will. "I do not see vhy not." Promptly, she downed the rest of her tea and went back to the meal. "Alright. Let us get started." She was immediately to work. For some reason it all felt pretty instinctive to her, despite never having made them before. She had a sort of joy in creating these foods.

[TIMESKIP! To dinner!]

Time had passed quicker than Wyl would even imagine it could as he chatted with Daciana and they talked of small things about their favorite foods, fashion, movies, series and obviously music. It took a little time for the girl to cast away her shyness and become a little more talktative, but the ritualist waited patiently for her to feel comfortable.

The cooking process had obviously been slower than expected as Wyl took every available chance to distract and kiss and tease her. More than one time their hands, not so casually, touched as they worked on the recipes, more than one time he held her. Even bolder than their first day, the young man had delivered a decent amount of kisses passionate enough to leave an hickey on her neck, softly whispering to her ears things as these being proof of the desire to brand as his own.

They managed to finish in time to get a few hours free before dinnertime, hours that they spent in the dance hall with him letting her listen to a small performance on the piano before starting to teach her the basics. He didn't went for anything overly complicated, ignoring even how to read a music sheet trying to rely more on her ear than to more formal teachings. After all, he had studied as a performer.

And now they were at the table, a small one fit for two people which Daciana choose over the longer and formal one from the dining room. Wyl preferred it as well, as he could savor the closeness and the light of the strawberries scented candles. It took a little of wondering for the young man to decide if to send a tap with the tip of his shoe on her own as he wondered if she, having lived in the United States, was going to consider the gesture unpolite. But eh, he felt a little playfuls and her presence kinda intoxicated him, so he just went for a single one.

"And here a little taste to see if you will like..." He poured her some sparkling white he picked hoping she would enjoy. It was pretty light and despite sparkling not being the best pick in a formal occasion, he wanted to ease any worry she could have. Sparks could to the trick as they kinda tasted funny on the tip of the tongue. It was also extremely light, so he should not be worry about Daciana suddenly getting drunk. Well, that hopefully.

"Sommeliers would kill me for picking a white over this dinner, but in all honestly I dont care..." He added with a grin, smiling to her and raising his chalice for a toast. "To my Queen and our love." He whispered softly, a low growl that was pretty much intended to seduce her and convey his feelings of possessions and desire.