"Its a pleasure to meet you little Ivan Levin Mikhailovich" said Charles, grabbing Ivans hand and shaking it to amend the handshake they lost before do to an untimely interruption. "As for myself, I am Charles Banesworth" he said biting his tongue in his best efforts to not give his full title. "And as for my father, his name was Willis, but hes gone now and somewhat irrelevant now I suppose", he said not especially sad. Charles did not feel a great deal of loss when his parents passed, when he was a boy they were more focused on the high society and maintaining their social status then raising their son, which they mostly left to nannies and expensive tutors. However, Charles would always remember the day when his fathered bothered to actually speak to him, on this day his father told him that he must remember that he is above the rest of society and always will be, that he has the blood of nobility coursing through his veins and will do for the rest of eternity. Charles often looked back on that time, it was one of the few memories of his father that he had, and since that day forth he had taken that advice to heart. "But at least he left me the estates I suppose" Charles said with a tired smile, snapping back to reality as Martel began to walk in and out of the two boys legs looking for some attention "And dear Martel of course". Charles looked back at the boy, he was still clearly frightened despite the mask covering his face it was clear from the boys body language "But enough looking back on our pasts. We must forever look towards the horizon, for we have a future ahead of us. I know you may not think so now but believe me, we'll make it out of this mess" he said, hoping that his words would comfort Ivan at least a little

[@Oliver]