Another ball for the nobility at the Emperor’s palace. Another night of music and dance. Another night of Claude being uninterested in what was happening and simply sitting on his throne. Another night when Felix can't take his eyes off the only noblewoman in the room.

Again and again he tried to focus on neutrality about what was happening, not to raise questions from his Emperor, but light gray spheres again focused treacherously on the stranger.

Her happy smile, elegant movements and delicate dress did not allow me to look away. Every time she twirled in a dance with another partner, his heart was tingled with disgusting jealousy for them and even some resentment towards his friend for having to stand here without being given even smallest opportunity to get acquainted with this lady. In his head he imagined how he himself would dance with her, how this smile would be dedicated to him, and soft hands would warm his own as they move...

Only when Emperor called out to him did he blush and cover himself with a light cough into his fist, tearing his eyes away from this person, focusing on the crowd and Claude’s guards.