This was what he’s meant to do, you think to yourself.

Percy, accompanied by his sister, stand near the center of the ballroom. They’ve been mingling and laughing with the locals of Whitestone for hours now, and it’s more than well deserved.

Winter’s Crest was a cause for celebration, and with the recent events that overtook Whitestone, Percy encouraged the festivities between helping rebuild. Music, dancing, drinking; you name it, and the castle is full of those partaking in such frivolities.

You can’t help but smile when he finally breaks free from mingling, making his way back to the table where you sit with the rest of your friends.

Behind you, Grog and Vax’ildan have been drinking and arm wrestling while Pike looks on. You pat the spot next to you and Percy sits.

“Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” he muses while cozying up next to you. His eyes flicker over your attire, admiring your formal wear, “including you, if I do say so myself.”