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[b][color=Slategray]Time[/color][/b]: 6PM
[b][color=Slategray]Location[/color][/b]: Grand Ballroom
[b][color=Slategray]Attire[/color][/b]: [url=https://i.ibb.co/V0ZsThkp/Chat-GPT-Image-Jan-14-2026-09-44-45-PM.png]Lucian's Outfit[/url]
[b][color=Slategray]Interactions[/color][/b]: [@Potter] Olivia
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Lucian arrived in all the pomp a circumstance befitting a Crown Prince. He kept his head held high as he was announced. He bowed his head ever so slightly as other nobles bowed to him. He stepped forward with measured precision, turning several heads as he walked. There was no excess to his movements, every motion a performance in and of itself. It was times like these where Lucian felt more a doll than a prince. 

He paused briefly as he spotted the King. Disgust and rage filled his chest, but he never allowed it to show. He kept his gaze steady, watching the King for a moment longer than most would dare to and bowed his head politely. Not several hours ago, that man had burned his wife. On some level, Lucian was relieved. That was one less witch to muddy the waters of this realm. But on the other hand, the lack of remorse left a bad taste in Lucian's mouth. That and what he'd learned about Mina's rumors and their origin. 

Lucian turned after greeting Edin and set his gaze upon the courtiers. He had to remember his aim here. He wasn't just looking for a wife. He was keeping an eye and an ear out for anything suspicious. In his mind, the search for a wife was set-dressing. He spotted a red-tressed woman dressed in green. Were those... burn marks up her arm? Curious, Lucian made his way over to her. 

[color=slategray]"Good evening. Lucian Camilia, it's my pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid I missed your introduction."[/color] He spoke as he got closer, smiling a practiced smile. 

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