It's New Years Day, and the annual New Years' celebration is in full swing at the Benitoite Palace. You've wasted no time in drinking, and soon enough, Silvio watches as the effects of just one glass of liquor work through you.

Your fiancé’s ears turn bright red after listening to you talk about him to the other nobility, your words becoming more and more unfiltered. “Nope, I ain’t giving you anymore.” Silvio grumbles, lifting you into his arms in an attempt to keep you away from all the liquor. “Just ‘cuz it’s tradition to drink for the new year doesn’t mean you have to. You can’t handle it anyways.”

Despite his grumpiness, having to take care of his drunk fiancée, Silvio wouldn’t have it any other way.