[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 [@princess] Marina [@Tae] Mina [@Oso] Ambrose [@HylianRose] Lucian
Mentions: Emil [@samreaper] Kazu [@SilverSpring] Ariella 
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Nolan hummed disappointingly though he was not going to hold it against Ariella; it was a large crowd and chances were her mind was elsewhere. He could not blame her if it was, not everything that happened while he was away. All he could ever hope for was for her to find some enjoyment tonight, despite the pall that was cast over them. No, what caught his attention was his brother barely holding himself together. He knew it all too well, the kind of shock that a night of violence could have on the mind and the aftershocks that came after, but he would not ask him about it right now. There were too many eyes, too many prying ears, and loose lips.

The young lord had placed his empty glass down though made no attempt to get a new one. It was far too early in the night to become inebriated and he certainly held no desire to make a fool of himself once again. He searched the ballroom with arresting green eyes to take stock of the guests when his gaze fell upon a new entrant, Count Emil Schmidt. The hairs on Nolan's neck stood up like a dog's hackles. How long had it been that anyone elicited this sort of dread from him? These instincts that had kept him alive for so long that he thought had dulled were screaming at him that this man could barely be described as human. 

Nolan glared at the man from a distance. He knew damn well that he had to avoid someone like him for the sake of his siblings; they could not afford to have anymore negative attention on them, not after what happened in that pub.

His attention though was brought back to Drake with comments about their sister and could only chuckle in response. She probably would have fallen flat on her butt if she heard that her dear little brother finally started to gain a romantic interest in others. Drake though then asked a very pertinent question, one that brought upon a hesitant expression and another slight blush. [color=#B3EBC0]"I-"[/color] Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the herald announcing [i]Mr Kazoo the Skip Meister.[/i] 

[color=#B3EBC0]"I beg your finest pardon?"[/color] he asked incredulously. 

Nolan watched in stunned silence and with raised brows. Just what the hell was [i]that?![/i] Who in the fresh hell enters a royal ball overseen by the king himself like some sort of jaunty fool? It was so outlandish that a part of Nolan could not help, but to respect it just a little if only for the fact that it must have irritated King Edin to the tenth degree. The man was the whole circus though he would be lying if Nolan said he wasn't jealous of the self-confidence and lack of regard for the opinions of others.

It had been such a distracting sight that Nolan had hardly paid attention to what Drake suggested. [color=#B3EBC0]"Hm? Oh, yes, sure — Wait, what?"[/color] Realization sucker punched him when he registered what he just agreed to. The loving hand of his brother coaxed him along the ballroom floor before he knew what was going on because Drake knew damn well that if given the opportunity Nolan would have been skulking around the corners of the room never leaving his shell. No, instead he threw him into the deep end. 

Before he could protest Nolan was soon standing in front of the Varian royals, their knight, and another noble woman. Why was the air so tense between this group? What the hell did Drake unknowingly push him into? Nolan briefly shot his brother a look. They were most definitely going to have words later. 

His muscles felt as tense and stiff as a board. There was always an awkwardness to meeting new people, but the added weight that two of them were royalty certainly was of no help. Well, he met Marina, but he had no idea who she truly was! It was really times like these that he would have rather stayed in his office with a book.
 
[color=#B3EBC0]"Um, hello there. My apologies if we are interrupting."[/color] He greeted them with a polite smile.  [color=#B3EBC0]"We offer our humblest greetings and respect to the royal family of Varian. My name is Nolan Edwards, youngest child of Duke and Duchess Edwards of Soralia, and this is my brother, Drake Edwards, eldest child and heir. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."[/color] He bowed with a practiced grace that had been drilled into him by his mother. 

The young lord shifted his gaze back to that familiar pair of violet eyes. [color=#B3EBC0]"It's great to see you again, Princess Camilla. You look..."[/color] He trailed off. How did she look? There were so many ways he could say it and yet, even in that split second he struggled to put it to words. How was it he could be so well read, so bloody educated, and still fail to find the words to aptly describe how she looked? Nothing he could think of did any justice towards her. 

[color=#B3EBC0]"You look lovely tonight,"[/color] was all he could say.  His lips curled up into a warm smile that met his bright green eyes. [color=#B3EBC0]"Very lovely."[/color] Perhaps that was the only word that could capture her so succinctly.

A sudden surge of awareness washed over him that he may have let his attraction towards her slip in front of her brother and her taciturn knight. Perhaps he should go easy on the wine lest he lets something else slip. [color=#B3EBC0]"I, uh, I hope this night has found everyone well so far. Have you all been able to enjoy your stay in Caesonia?"[/color] asked the young lord in hopes of shifting the topic.