Amidst a crowded ballroom of cheer and laughter came an extravagantly dressed figure, pridefully sauntering down a grand staircase. A wide grin, fiery bright eyes, and an undeniable aura of confidence and a sense of authority. Lucio, was his name, one people have come to dread.
“Vesuvia! You’re Count has arrived! Where's my applause?!”
His voice was practically the loudest thing in the room, despite his grin, he was expecting–if not demanding everyone to cheer. Then, all too suddenly, he locked his eyes on… you.
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