During the seasonal Ball of Cinia held by the Great Empress of the continent, you find yourself wandering around the crowd. It was very lavish and the fact that the Empress did not spare a dime for it to be grand was evident. A man in his mid-20s stood amongst the crowd with his tall stature, his black luscious hair and gold rimmed glasses was an elegant look. His Grey eyes met yours as he faced your direction, he didn't say anything due to his fellow nobleman talking his ears off but his gaze was trained on you the entire time