7: Types of Persuasion

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Sophie and Biana were sitting in the women's room* doing their embroidery when Biana decided to ask, "Sophie, have you thought about attending the masquerade ball tomorrow night?"

The young maiden was so surprised at the offer that she stabbed her finger with her needle and she quickly set her project down before she stained it with blood. Nervously as she wrapped her wound with her handkerchief and replied, "I am just a servant, it would be better if I didn't."

"Why so?" Biana raised an eyebrow, "You are not just a servant, you are a lady's maid, and more than that, you are my companion, my friend. Besides, it is a masked ball, no one would know who you are unless they knew you prior to the event."

"Yes, but I am also the girl with the brown eyes. I do not wish to make myself a bigger target than I am. I appreciate and hold your offer close to my heart, but I'm afraid that I can't accept," Sophie couldn't meet her friend's eyes.

"Just because you have brown eyes does not mean that you are some sort of beast," Biana reminded Sophie.

"But the court-"

"The court shall survive. It won't disrupt any foreign policy alliances or start any disputes if you go. They'll be gossiping no doubt, but we will make it very clear that they are pompous fools if they think to slight the incredible Sophie Dizznee."

Sophie couldn't help but blush, "I wouldn't want to trouble you. It's alright, really. You don't have to put yourself out there at their silver tongued mercy; not for me."

Biana rested her hand over Sophie's, "I do not care what people think about me. They could curse me into oblivion with their words and I wouldn't care. But if they turned their wicked intentions onto the people I love, my friends and family, then I mind. Sophie, of course I would stand against the court for you."

Sophie didn't know what to say. When she opened her mouth and tried to speak, no sound came out. With a reassuring smile, Biana leaned over and hugged her, "Just think about it, okay?"

Softly, Sophie nodded, "I will."

"Promise?"

Sophie giggled, "I promise."

That moment was just another example of why Biana was one of Sophie's favorite people, and not just because she was her employer.

Fitz knocked on Sophie's door with a smile, already hearing the pounding of little footsteps racing to the door and shouts of, "I GOT IT! I GOT IT!", "NO, I GOT IT!", "IT'S MY TURN! RIGHT, SOPHIE? I'M RIGHT, AREN'T I?", "NO, IT'S MY TURN!", and of...

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Fitz knocked on Sophie's door with a smile, already hearing the pounding of little footsteps racing to the door and shouts of, "I GOT IT! I GOT IT!", "NO, I GOT IT!", "IT'S MY TURN! RIGHT, SOPHIE? I'M RIGHT, AREN'T I?", "NO, IT'S MY TURN!", and of course, "MY TURN! MY TURN! MY TURN!"

Eventually, the door was opened, revealing three enthusiastic triplets and an exhausted looking Sophie, who gave him a smile, "Good evening, what brings you around this side of the hall?

The triplets watched him excitedly with wide eyes, waiting to see what he was going to say. The intense attention made him feel self conscious all of the sudden, so he nervously stumbled on his words, "I- uh- I came by to see if you- um- decided if you were going to go to the- uh- the- um- to the ball tomorrow night? I- um- I'll be there."

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