Your gazes meet, in your little closed off world despite the crowd of sheer chiffon, lace, and porcelain masks.

You feign indifference, but the knight's viridian eyes are drunk on love.

The night is enchanting, the ebony curtains of darkness hiding your figures as you slip away to the deep thicket of the courtyard's garden. The scent of him, Argenti, is intoxicating with your closened proximity drawing ever closer.

You nearly wish you didn't have to kill him.