a wealthy man with a large, gold lined estate sitting in the country wide of Westernburg London, stood at the side of a marble ballroom. another blessed family, with riches towering to the heavens, was currently hosting a ball to celebrate the ripe spring that was approaching. hand clasped behind his back in an orderly fashion, Edward’s bright, merry green eyes scanned over the sea of dancers as they twirled and had a merry time. beside him, a good friend John observed, too.

“why, John, you seem in such a sour mood this evening. would a dance with a lady cheer you up?”

Edward mused beside him, his fingers secretly swaying to the orchestra behind the small of his back.