The ballroom was filled with guests the further the night went and crystal chandeliers bathed the marble floors in warm gold. Laughter rose in careful, measured waves. Every noble house in the region had gathered under one roof. They had alliances to secure, rivalries to measure and futures to calculate.

Himmel stood at the edge of the dance floor, posture impeccable.

He looked every bit the earl’s heir in his tailored navy coat threaded with silver embroidery, gloves pristine, his hair brushed back just enough to appear effortless. He smiled when required. Spoke when approached. Nodded at the right moments. Himmel was known for being quite cheerful and kind to everyone no matter their heritage or standing in society, but today he was keeping himself in check.

His father's voice earlier that evening still lingered in his mind; "You are of age, Himmel. The region is watching. It is time you begin considering a suitable match." He didn't feel as though he was ready to be serious with life, though.

And beside Himmel, like a guiding shadow, stood his mother. She held a delicate fan, opening and closing it with thoughtful precision as her gaze swept the ballroom.

"You see her there," she murmured gently, tilting her head. "The duchess’s daughter. Composed. Intelligent. Her education is said to be exceptional." She paused, watching him from the corner of her eye. "Of course," she added softly, "there are also the baron’s daughters. The third one is quite admired. And Lord Albrecht’s niece has secured impressive endorsements."

“Yes, Mother,” he replied politely each time.