Chapter 289: v3 - 50: His first appearance II

Chapter 289: v3 Chapter 50: His first appearance II

As the evening progressed, the attention widened.

The young ladies had begun noticing him.

At first, it was only occasional glances.

Then whispered questions.

"Who is that?"

"Count Carlo."

"From where?"

"Almery."

"Is he really related to the Kensingtons?"

"I believe so."

"He certainly looks like one."

Another young lady glanced toward him.

"He looks even more like Marquess Kensington when they stand together."

That earned a quiet laugh.

"Perhaps the Kensington family has been keeping their handsome relatives hidden."

Cassian noticed the attention without looking directly toward them.

He did not allow it to distract him from the men around him.

They were the ones who would sit beside fathers and inherit estates.

They were the ones who would eventually hold seats, commands, influence, and family authority.

They were the people he had come here to reach.

But that did not mean the women were irrelevant.

He had grown up in noble society.

He knew perfectly well that influence did not belong exclusively to the men.

A daughter could carry her father’s confidence.

A wife could know her husband’s private thoughts.

A sister could influence a brother.

A mother could determine which young lord her family welcomed into its circle.

And sometimes, a woman knew more about a household than the man who officially ruled it.

So when a young lady approached him, Cassian did not dismiss her.

He smiled.

He gave her his attention.

And, when the conversation offered an opening, he made her laugh.

It came surprisingly naturally.

A young woman approached while Cassian was speaking with another gentleman.

"Count Carlo."

Cassian turned.

"Lady."

She introduced herself.

"Lady Evelyn White."

Cassian inclined his head.

"Lady Evelyn."

"I hope I am not interrupting."

"Not at all."

The gentleman beside Cassian gave them a knowing smile before excusing himself.

Cassian turned his attention back to her.

"You seem to be settling into the capital quickly," she said.

"I have been fortunate."

"Fortunate?"

"To have met interesting people."

She smiled.

"That sounds suspiciously like a compliment."

"If you choose to take it as one."

She laughed again.

Cassian smiled.

He had already learned that the simplest charm was often the most effective.

He did not need to overwhelm her with attention.

He only needed to make the conversation pleasant.

She asked about Almery.

He answered just enough.

She asked whether he intended to remain in the capital.

He told her he expected to.

She asked whether he had attended many gatherings such as this.

"Not in Milicia."

"Then you must find the capital overwhelming."

"Not overwhelming."

Cassian’s mouth curved.

"Merely unfamiliar."

She laughed.

"You make it sound very simple."

"I have found that unfamiliar things become easier once one stops treating them as frightening."

"That sounds like something a much older man would say."

"Then perhaps I have been given an older man’s wisdom without the benefit of his age."

She laughed again.

Cassian allowed himself a faint smile.

The conversation continued.

And before long, Lady Evelyn was telling him about the families she had seen that evening.

Which houses she visited most often.

Which gatherings she preferred.

Which people she found amusing.

Which ones she avoided.

Cassian listened.

He did not need to ask directly for anything useful.

People volunteered information when they were comfortable.

And he was beginning to understand how easily comfort could be created.

When Lady Evelyn finally excused herself, she left smiling.

Cassian watched her go for only a moment before returning his attention to the men nearby.

He had no intention of encouraging anything beyond what was useful.

A few minutes later, another young lady approached.

Then another.

Cassian treated each with the same easy courtesy.

He smiled when they spoke.

He listened.

He answered with enough warmth to keep them interested.

When one teased him about being new to the capital, he responded with humor.

When another asked whether he found Milician society difficult to understand, he admitted that he was still learning.

He never appeared overly eager.

He never gave the impression that he was courting any of them.

But neither did he make them feel ignored.

It was a careful balance.

And Cassian was learning to manage it.

He could recognize the subtle changes in someone’s expression when they felt noticed.

He knew when to ask another question.

When to offer a compliment.

When to laugh.

And when to let a conversation end before it became too much.

Across the room, Mary had been watching.

She finally made her way toward him.

"Carlo."

Cassian turned.

Mary smiled brightly.

"There you are."

He inclined his head.

"Lady Mary."

"You’ve been introduced to nearly everyone."

"Marcus has been thorough."

Mary laughed.

"He certainly has."

Her gaze drifted toward the young ladies who had been speaking with him.

"You seem to be making an impression."

Cassian’s expression remained neutral.

"I am trying to."

Mary blinked.

That answer clearly surprised her.

Cassian added smoothly,

"It would be impolite not to make an effort when your family has gone to the trouble of introducing me."

Mary smiled.

"You really are different from what I expected."

Cassian raised an eyebrow.

"What did you expect?"

"A quiet country cousin."

Cassian almost laughed.

"I’m sorry to disappoint you."

Mary laughed.

"You aren’t disappointing anyone."

She glanced around the room.

"If anything, everyone is becoming rather interested in you."

Cassian followed her gaze.

He could already see it.

People were looking.

Some were curious.

Some were impressed.

Some were assessing him.

And some were simply enjoying his company.

That was precisely what he wanted.

Mary smiled proudly.

"You know what they are saying?"

"I can imagine."

"They think the Kensington blood must run particularly strong in your branch."

Cassian glanced briefly toward Marcus.

The resemblance was not exact.

Marcus had black hair and hazel eyes.

Cassian had the same dark hair but striking blue eyes.

Yet there was enough similarity in their features and bearing to make the connection believable.

Mary looked pleased.

"I told you."

Cassian returned his attention to the room.

"Let them think so."

Mary laughed softly.

"You really don’t care what people think?"

Cassian considered the question.

"I care what they believe."

She stared at him for a moment.

Then laughed again.

"You’re impossible."

Cassian gave her a faint smile.

Before the conversation could continue, another gentleman approached.

"Count Carlo."

Cassian turned toward him.

The man offered his hand.

"I believe we have not been properly introduced."

Cassian accepted it.

"No, we have not."

And just like that, the conversation began again.

Mary remained for another moment, watching him.

Then she shook her head with an amused smile and moved away.

Cassian barely noticed.

His attention had already returned to the gentleman before him.

The evening continued.

And the attention continued with it.

A few ladies watched him from across the room.

Some whispered.

Some smiled when he happened to look their way.

One or two were already asking their companions whether he was expected at any other gatherings.

Cassian noticed.

Of course he noticed.

But he did not pursue them.

There was no need.

Attention was useful precisely because he did not have to chase it.

He could accept it.

Encourage it when necessary.

And let it create the impression he wanted.

A young, handsome count.

New to the capital.

Well connected enough to be interesting.

Pleasant enough to be invited again.

And unattached enough that people could wonder.

Cassian knew better than to correct their assumptions too quickly.

Whatever smiles he gave tonight, whatever charm he used, whatever attention he accepted, none of it altered the simple truth.

Everything he did was strategy.

And if a little charm could make people more willing to speak to him, invite him into their homes, or introduce him to their families, then he would use it.

There was no shame in that.

He had come here with a purpose.

Tonight was only the beginning.

By the time the reception began to wind down, Count Carlo of Almery was no longer simply a name attached to the Kensington family.

He had become a person people were already curious about.

A man they wanted to see again.

And perhaps, more importantly, a man they wanted to know.

Cassian had made his first impression.

Now he only needed to make it last.

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Tbc