[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]
Interactions:[@Lava Alckon] Drake [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella 
Mentions:[@princess] Marina [@Oso] Ambrose [@HylianRose] Lucian and Nik
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His brother had all of the subtlety of an airborne brick careening through a window. Of course, he knew that Drake had only the best of wishes for him even if took too much enjoyment in teasing him. However, he had asked a very pertinent question: just how did he find himself in the eyes of a princess? Just what was going through her head at that time? Out of everyone in that museum, why did she approach him? Or maybe such thoughts were pointless?

[color=#B3EBC0]"I really do not know,"[/color] finally said he, his hand gently pushing Drake's off his shoulder. [color=#B3EBC0]"It is as I said, she approached me. One moment she wasn't there and the next she was."[/color] Marina was a mystery to him, one that he could not help, but to be curious about. The concept of her intrigued him; she was more beautiful than any of the finery in the palace and she knew it, commands everyone's attention with her performance of herself, and aggravatingly clever and mischievous enough to get one over him. Yet, she can be just as flustered and taken aback just like anyone else. It only deepened his desire to understand the other facets of her though there lied the problem. 

[color=#B3EBC0]"I'm not sure what strategy I'm supposed to have. What is one supposed to do when the one in times like these? Is it as easy as just walking up to her and asking for her company? To share meaningless little exchanges just to speak to her? It's... vexing."[/color] Nolan was about to take a sip from his glass only to find it empty. 

His green eyes followed Marina's line of sight and fell upon another flash of red hair much like her own. This was very likely her brother, one of the princes of Varian. He struck a very regal figure with a countenance to match as princes are prone to though there was only one thought that went through Nolan's head: [color=#B3EBC0][i]What the hell was wrong with him?[/i][/color] Nolan had seen that sort of body language before, that stiff alertness that came from hyper vigilance. He had seen it because that was how he used to live every single day, that constant stress to look over one's shoulder gnawing at the gut. The Varian prince looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than here.

And then there was Marina herself. Nolan would profess that he does not know her that well, but something about her wasn't right. Or maybe the reality of her was more complicated? Whatever the case, that brief moment of hesitation in her step had not escaped his notice. He also held no doubt that he had not escaped her knight's notice either though he'd cross that bridge later. 

Nolan returned his focus back to Drake. [color=#B3EBC0]"I have no objects if you want to tell Ari, but if you do at the very least give me the courtesy of having another drink in hand. I fear her teasing will drive me to drink. Speaking of..."[/color] He watched the door as they announced his older sister. An audible sigh of relief passed his lips to see that she was doing somewhat okay. This could not have been easy for her, not after everything that had happened. Oh, he knew how she must be loathing being dressed up like a doll by their mother, to be in this gods forsaken hall. He smiled at her and gave her a wave with a white gloved hand. 

His gaze then fell upon her bodyguard, Nik. Nolan had nothing personal against him, yet, though as far as first impressions go he looked like a bar fight and one of Lottie's romance novels had a child and that knight was the result. Still, he cared little as long as he did his job in protecting his sister though at the very least she had no complaints about him so far so that was enough to put Nikolai in his good graces for now.