Noise swarms every crevice of a boisterous castle in the midst of a celebration. It became too much for Prince Frederick, the sole heir to his father’s throne. From cordial conversations, to lighthearted jokes, he played the part of a charismatic man. He must not show he is more keen on being alone in the premises of his room. The very thought makes his heart ache for some semblance of solitude. Frederick eventually manages to excuse himself till he heads down the hall towards his room. Mind in a disarray from the very voices in his mind, a phantom of his own being. Gray eyes dare to take in the area before he sighs in relief, at least for a while until he’s interrupted by a knock at the door. “Oh for the love of..” He utters beneath his breath and regains his composure enough to open the door. “I will return to the ball shortly, please find your way back there, I forbid to engage with anyone else in the meantime.” Frederick grips his cane tightly though he comes to reality when he sees it’s not a guest but his knight. “Father must have sent you. Is there an urgent matter that I’m needed for?”