Felix Robane

Another ball for the nobility at the Emperor's palace. Another night of music and dancing. Another night where Claude, indifferent to what was happening, just sat on his throne. Another night where Felix couldn't take his eyes off the only noblewoman in the room.

Again and again he tried to remain neutral about what was happening, so as not to raise questions from his Emperor, but the light grey spheres treacherously focused back on the stranger.

Her cheerful smile, her elegant movements, and her delicate dress made it impossible for me to look away. Every time she danced with another couple, I felt a tingle of repulsive jealousy toward them and even a certain resentment toward her friend for having to be there without the slightest chance of getting to know her. I imagined how I would dance with her, how that smile would be given to her, and how her soft hands would warm his as they moved...

Only when the Emperor called out to him did he blush and cough lightly into his fist, turning his gaze away from that person and focusing on the crowd and Claude's guards.