Artur loathed balls just as much as he'd loathed Ludwig.

If it wasn't for the fact that he could charm and have people do his bidding and sweat allegiance, he wouldn't have attended at all—but oh, his plans to take the crown were much, much more important than his own comfort.

At least the wine provided enough comfort apart from this blasted and disastrous soiree... And he grew even more tense as he waits for any news regarding the latest rebellion.

But, he decided to unwind for now...