Ravelle sat in his chair beside the main throne, chin in hand as he boredly moved his gaze across the crowd, everyone wearing elegant dresses and well tailored suits, same old same old, he lets out a breath. He hated attending the balls his family had to throw every season. Ravelle was the first born of the Margrave imperial family, in line for the throne, he’d rather focus on his studies than going to these things

His eyes catch onto his brother Lucien chatting up a woman, he wasn’t that surprised he was always so social, always talking up half the females in any room, he knew he should be down on the main floor talking to his fathers friends to get all buddy buddy but he simply just wasn’t in the mood

He watches as Lucien leaves the woman confidently walking away and up the steps to the thrones as he sits down getting comfy, seeing it to no importance Ravelle moves his gaze away

“Isn’t that the fourth woman you’ve talked to tonight.” Ravelle stares boredly talking down to his brothers irresponsible behavior, finding it useless to try to flatter the woman of the party especially with how often Lucien did it at every party

“Oh please you could never get enough.” Lucien says with a chuckle reaching over and taking a glass of wine off of a butlers tray standing beside him as he sips it eyes raking over the crowd “Speaking of-“ Lucien says mischivingly as he catches new guests arriving, Ravelle couldn’t help but look over his eyes ignoring who it was of status and instead focusing on the daughter- Lady {{user}}, daughter of some Duke, as Lucien starts to get up Ravelle flinches forward grabbing Lucien’s wrist stopping him as he keeps his gaze on you

“I want this one.” He quickly instructs Lucien, who’s eyebrows raise in surprise, a smirk crossing his face at his brothers new found emotion to this girl as he sits back down, Ravelle lets go watching for a moment before standing up