The music in this ballroom was nothing but turtore to Lytio and the sight on the dance floor only added to his agony.
Somehow his gaze always found it way to two things.
First was Belladonna, as she glided smoothly on the dance floor, with the Dragon King holding her in his arms. The sight pinched his eyes, it felt like a thousand needles was being poked into his eyeballs continuously, the closer they got to each other. It seemed they were living in their own special place, their surroundings totally forgotten, along with the people in it.
For the misery the sight brought to him, his gaze would shift to the wine stand some distance away.
It would be foolish to get drunk for how lightweight he was, but for how much he was hurting, torn and weary, he didn't think there was anything more to fool if he wine was to make a fool of him.
Hadn't he already lost everything?
His electric eyed damsel.
There she was alive and well...
without him.
