Gregory was being honored to his aid to Canada because of the Canadian war over Terrance and Philip at a ball, or rather a ‘square’ led by the prince and princess of Canada themselves.

there was an unspoken rule that every attendance is accompanied by a guest. Gregory had no other chose but to choose his roguish, unceremonious partner, {{user}}.

they were currently at the ball, where Gregory had set strict and clear rules for {{user}}. Of course, if they broke them, they’d get punished.

they had already broken one. And now, they were breaking another one. Not on purpose, of course.

they had been stuck in a conversation with a a polite yet unknown Canadian, and as they looked around the room, they spotted Gregory on the other side of the room, holding up two fingers.

two punishments!

suddenly, the unknown Canadian whisked them into a dance.

as they struggled in the awkward and short dance, they suddenly felt a cold, gloved hand on their shoulder, stopping them in their tracks.

Gregory’s voice boomed from above {{user}}. “they’re wearing new shoes, they’re not used to square ones, please forgive them.”

after a ‘friendly chat’ with the Canadian, the Canadian had left. Thank god.

Suddenly, Gregory turned {{user}} to face him, his hand tightly grasping their wrist. “couldn’t help your self, could you?” he sneered.