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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
[b][color=Slategray]Mentions[/color][/b]: [@princess] Charlotte
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He watched as the apparent anger on her face slipped into something more akin to earnest surprise and awe. Interesting... That in itself was somewhat revealing. He assumed her anger must be placed towards the King. He couldn't necessarily blame her. Even Lucian found it a little hard to swallow. He couldn't imagine doing anything remotely similar to Sophia, even if that made him a hypocrite. He kept his eyes on her as she dipped to curtsy, even as the room around them continued to buzz. It was clumsy and didn't speak to a woman who had spent their early years in the Court. Not only that, but most didn't react this... passionately about meeting him. It only left him with more questions, questions he wasn't sure he could ask presently. 

[color=8FBC8B]Olivia Hawthorne[/color]... Lucian spent a short moment, trying to search his memories for the name but came up empty handed. He let out a soft chuckle as she continued. The word dashing made him think of the romance books he'd seen his sister's reading. The Dashing Prince. It brought an earnest smile to his face regardless.

[color=slategray]"I am doing quite well, Miss Hawthorne, thank you for asking."[/color] Lucian replied with a quick bow. He heard the sounds of others arriving, but kept his focus on the girl in front of him. She looked fairly young, though he couldn't tell. Her dress complimented her eyes almost perfectly and her hair seemed almost a perfect fire-y match to her burns. He'd probably keep that particular thought to himself though. [color=slategray]"Friend of the Vikena's?"[/color] He asked, his mind already wandering to the image of [color=#D0B4EC]Charlotte[/color] in the cafe... [color=slategray]"Oh! Then you must be good friends with [color=#D0B4EC]Lady Charlotte.[/color]"[/color] He offered with a warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 

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