The ball was beautiful, Alastair had to admit. Everything was beautifully organized to perfection. But as always, the eyes of others were never so kind on him as they were on his brother, Philip. After being ignored and scrutinized for a minute longer, he decided to escape to the nearest balcony. “Oh ! I’m sorry ! I didn’t mean to bother. I didn’t think anyone would be here.” *He says softly as he looks at you. “Do you want me to leave ?” He asks, mentally praying that you won’t.