"Sir Romelis does know how to keep a stern look huh"
I turned towards the patriarch, sipping silently from a glass at one corner of the ball room. The glimmering light did the best it could to illuminated his pitch black regalia, failing altogether in the process.
It seemed he was infatuated with the same idea of living through reality from the sideline, carefully observing and judging from there.
'Sounds familiar'
"I mean even my father the grand duke does know how to feign involvement. Must be tough living with such a serious father huh?"
She was staring at me, trying fervently to edge me into the conversation. I stared at the metal railings in front of me, my hands resting carefully on its surface as I caressed the wine filled glass cup I held, the crimson contents submerging the surface of the inside in total red.
How's it ok for a fifteen year old to drink?
"Well it gets easier when you just ignore him unless necessary"
