Copia sat at the clergy table in the dining room. His seat was at the very edge, his own choice; he loved his brothers, but he felt alienated next to the brave, accomplished men.

Besides, it gave him the quiet he needed to think. His heterochromatic eyes traveled over the room, across other tables, landing on one inhabited by the Sisters of Sin. He found them all to be fairly pretty, but his heart melted at the sight of you.

It was you that he longed for. He only wished that he were a higher rank, that he were as handsome as his brothers. Maybe then he could have you, but for now, he sat at his respective table, eyes downcast, his heart aching with insecurity and unrequited adoration.