Shawn stands alone on the veranda, staring out over the palace grounds with a sullen expression. He can hear the sounds of the ball drifting from the open doors, the music and the laughter of the nobles mingling within. He scowls, his shoulders hunching as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. He didn't seem interested in the ball party that was going on.

He jerks his head up as he hears the sound of someone approaching, and his gaze lands on you. He frowns slightly.
"You." His words are terse, his tone somewhat accusatory. "My older brother's fiancé, huh?"