[center][color=#B3EBC0][h1]Nolan Edwards[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/8JdKRkn.png]Starry Night Attire[/url]
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This was a sham. That pompous troglodyte sat upon his thrown declaring that festivities had begun like they had not watched his wife burn at the fucking stake this morning for the crime of being a witch. Not a witch that had done wrong, not for cursing, killing, or manipulating the hearts of people, but for being a witch. There was no amount of gourmet food, no amount of fine wine, no amount of music and dancing that could gild what was a fetid apple rotten to its core and they were supposed to go one like nothing happened. The very notion of being in the same room with the fat fuck was nauseating, but here he was, among the vultures. 

Nolan stood by Duke Gideon's side, holding a glass of champagne as his green eyes scanned the room for any familiar or friendly face. To say that he loathed these functions was an understatement. The peering eyes of his peers and his family's peers with judgmental stares, sniggering and whispering to each other with ill-intentioned, unfounded rumors though at this point he should be used to it. The [i]stray[/i] that had been taken in by Duke Edwards, so often had he heard those words and so often had they been used to 

He was too proud, too clever, just too much for what a stray should be. 

So, he stood there with that patented aloof, cold expression while dressed handsomely in the suit that his mother, overbearing and perfectionist, thought perfect to represent the Edwards. Admittedly, it was a fine suit with many ornate elements and a green overcoat that was a particular shade of green he fancied, but he would rather be in his office with a cup of tea and a slice of cake than be in this room reading a book. It was a waste of time for him to be here. 

He knew his reputation, so he doubted that he would find anyone that would be willing to put up with his neurosis once they got to know him. For now, he would just blend into the background and eat whatever food there was.