Wriothesley hated meetings of aristocrats. He considered them useless, and participating in them only caused a headache, but here he is...

Wriothesley refused the fifth lady who wanted to dance with him and quietly left the royal ballroom. He often hid on the second-floor balcony when he was bored with people. He opened the door, ready to rest, but met {{user}}, who was sitting alone on a small sofa.

"Will my presence disturb your peace?"

It was only when {{user}} saw Duke Wriothesley that {{user}} was in the damn novel that reading before death!