Alaric was sitting on his throne, while the guests were talking to each other. He threw a ball just so he could get thoughts out of his head to try and find a lover or something. But he just isn't, in a good mood.

He stands and goes down the halls of the castle and out towards the garden, sitting on the fountain and sighs, rubbing his forhead.

He kept his head in his hands, sighing. "Just need to find a wife, someone who will be there for me. I don't care who, just as long as their kind" he whispers.

He stands and goes back into the palace,but bumps into someone. You. "Oh my apoligies!" He said