[center][color=#35A8F0][h1]Magnus Pawonska[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/h0bUfwV.png]Starry Night Attire[/url]
Interactions: [@princess] Anastasia and Count Emil Schmidt, [@Lava Alckon] Farim [@SilverSpring] Ariella [@Chrys] Amira [@HylianRose] Nora [@Potter] Elena 
Mentions: [@samreaper] Kazumin
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They were a wonderful couple. He had doubted that there could have been any real affection to be found in the context of diplomacy and influence though seeing Farim and Anastasia gave him more hope that perhaps there was more to be found. Before Magnus could open his mouth to share his thoughts, a boisterous performance took place.

Mr. Kazoo the Skip Meister gave a rather spirited performance, one that could lighten the hearts of anyone with any ounce of joy within their soul. Even he found himself smiling and bobbing his head along with the rhythm, humming a rather jaunty tune. He was a much braver man than him; he could only imagine the look of horror that his father would have had if he were to be as bold as the Skip Meister though he could imagine that Nora, Elena, and even their mother would have gotten quite the kick out of it. 

His attention though he was pulled away from the spectacle when he watched a woman with vibrant strawberry blonde hair approach them and introduced herself as Ariella Edwards. Edwards, if he was remembering correctly then she was the Duke of Soralia's daughter. Magnus flashed a polite smile upon her request. [color=#35A8F0]"Not at all. Please, enjoy yourselves."[/color]

He watched as the two women departed into the crowd before he tilted his head back to look at his conversational companion. [color=#35A8F0]"I am glad that I have made your acquaintance, Shehzade Farim, along with Princess Anastasia's. If the chance were to reveal itself, I would look forward to meeting you both again. However..."[/color] His gaze drifted over to his sisters and to the poor girl who was being harassed by the Count. His jaw clenched as a sternness took over his face. [color=#35A8F0]"It appears that I am needed."[/color]

With slow and measured steps, Magnus made his way across the ballroom until his shadow literally loomed over Count Schmidt like the obelisk of flesh that he was. He laid his hand on the count's shoulder and grabbed it tightly like a vice. If Schmidt tried to shake his hand off, he would find that he would not even be able to budge from where he was standing just from the casual strength of Magnus. If he had wanted to, he could have applied more pressure to the count's shoulder and break his collar bone, rip it out of its socket, or maybe just tear flesh and skin right off like tearing pages of a book from its spine. 

That was the promise of violence in those icy blue eyes, looking down at him the same way one would look down at a leech. 

[color=#35A8F0]"Do we have a problem?"[/color] Asked he, his voice rumbling like landslides in a valley.