[center][h1][color=B3A984]Aedan Merryn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][color=B3A984][b]Location:[/b][/color] Abhainn's Ballroom
[color=B3A984][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Julianna Hardin, [@HushedWhispers] Prince Antoine [@vFear][/center][hr]

As he finished his drink, Aedan sighed as he handed it to a passing servant, clasping his hands idly behind his back as he looked over those enjoying the celebration, as well as the guards around the outside of the ballroom. There weren't many, so as to not spoil the mood, but he did appreciate that there were at least a few Slibahnian guards along with the Abhainnian ones. He also appreciated that King Jack had thus far seemed disinterested in attending the ball, the less of an incident which could be caused, the better - at least in Aedan's mind. His own concerns over safety in Abhainn did not need the addition of Jack's antics.

As he caught sight of Julianna approaching in the corner of his eye, he turned his gaze toward her, bowing slightly before he looked back up toward her, letting her speak first as he shrugged his shoulders slightly. [color=B3A984][b]"I wouldn't be doing my duty if that were the case, my lady, after all, I should be here to ensure your safety."[/b][/color] He spoke plainly, as if stating orders, only noticing a moment or two later that she had been teasing him, before she continued on with her questions. Reaching up, he sighed as he took hold of his mask, lifting it up and removing it from his head, already having had enough with the visage as he glanced back up toward Julianna.

[color=B3A984][b]"They saw fit to decide upon my dress, though - I still feel, strange I suppose, having others dress me."[/b][/color] He commented with a nod, looking over the mask in his hand for a moment before he just shifted it behind his back, turning his gaze to follow Julianna's, spotting Antoine as he approached. Aedan had no quarrels with the young prince, and in fact, enjoyed his company far more than that of his father's. He occasionally had found himself lamenting the fact that Antoine had not been born to the late king, he would have made a far greater heir in Aedan's mind to the despot which now wore the Slibahn crown.

Bowing again toward Antoine as he neared them, Aedan remained low for a moment longer before he straightened up his stance again, looking down toward the Prince. [color=B3A984][b]"Your Grace."[/b][/color] He greeted simply, halting himself before he spoke further, still very much locked in the idea of not speaking less he was spoken to.