Dimitri let his eyes wander around the study as Kiaal went through the drawers seeking the hidden stash of the late High Lord. It was an impressive room - the entire capitol was quite a marvel, but this building in particular was the crowning glory of the provenance, if he did say so himself. Given his birth and societal standing he should be familiar with this place, but this was actually the first time he had even been in this room.
A somewhat bitter reminder of how far he still had to go to attain true greatness for his house.
House Orlov was loosely related to both House Talii and House Ethyarion, but unlike Kiaal whom had been close to Lucian, Dimitri had not known either man in more than a passing way, despite being cousins to both. That lack of connection was something he regretted now, but with his father's passing his mother had truly ended up casting House Orlov into semi-isolation.
Attending this party had been the first step in correcting these past mistakes. Chance had given him the perfect opportunity to put himself in the view of the new High Lord, and he would seize this good fortune.
"Lucian had good tastes," Dimitri said with a smile as Kiaal poured their brandy. He leaned forward to lightly lift the tumbler, raising it respectfully as his gracious host made a toast to the departed, "To Lucian, may his soul be at rest."