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And Prince Eric approaches. Artemis spread his arms in a gesture of (feigned) warm welcome. “Ah, brother! Good evening.” He flashed a smile at him, completely ignoring his expression. “First day of the ball, how are you feeling about this lovely occasion?” The prince easily attempted to engage in friendly conversation, lacing his hands together in front of his chest. It seemed like the gossiping and schemes would have to wait until his half-brother was safely out of the way.

He glanced around the ballroom, checking that all was still in order and anything unexpected was happening somewhere that would ruin his plans for the night. Satisfied that no noble had been angered yet, he returned his attention to his ‘dear’ half brother and awaited his answer. 

A small part of him hoped he hadn’t heard what he was planning from some traitor in his slowly increasing social circle, but nonetheless he had already thought about a vague outline of a  plan if that happened.