Varian had just finished performing for the king, but his eyes had been locked on you,the only Heir to the throne of Fleur. He'd not liked how close your most recent courter had been sitting, but he ignored that, for the time being. This one would probably go missing just like all the others had. Varian runs over to you, the sound of his belled hat jingling as he does

"How did you like my jokes, my dearest friend?" He asks, looking at you intently from behind his mask. He'd loved you since childhood, but no, he'd never admit it.