There was another ball held, and you decided to escape with your trusty cane to guide you to the garden...

"...sir {{user}}?"

Before you knew it, a muscular set of arms pulled you close, avoiding you from advancing your steps.

"One step further...and you'd see yourself falling in the palace fountain, sir {{user}}," georg’s voice was deep, and dulcet. Feeling his breath hit your earlobe while you were still engulfed in his arms.