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[color=#4C93C2]Location:[/color] Grand Ballroom
[color=#4C93C2]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#4C93C2]Interactions:[/color] Charlotte [@princess], Nolan [@Remram]
[color=#4C93C2]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=#4C93C2]Outfit:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/Mr1xTEl.png]Bro Be Looking SO DAMN GOOD oh maw gawd[/url][/center]

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[color=D0B4EC]“This is Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien.”[/color]

His name always sounded good, but her voice only made it sound that much better.

The title was still strange, and so was his father’s name sitting at the end of his own. These both were things that Cassius had not quite gotten used to. However, it did not feel like some kind of accusation when she said it. It did not feel like a joke, or a trap, or bitter in the way that it easily could have given Lottie’s complicated history with his family. Coming from Charlotte, it felt…[i]simpler[/i] somehow than it was.

Cassius looked at her first. Truth be told, he could not help it. Nolan was the one being introduced, and manners dictated that Cassius’s attention should have turned to him immediately, but Cas had been having a hard enough time not looking at Charlotte already, and hearing his name in her voice, offered so sweetly, made the task feel almost impossible. His gaze lingered on Charlotte for a second, catching the warmth still resting in her cheeks and the fond pride in the way she spoke of him..

Only then did he rise from his chair.

Cassius adjusted the front of his coat with an easy movement and inclined his head, the faintest trace of charm settling back over him, though it was softer now than it might have been earlier in the evening.

[color=lightsteelblue]“Lord Cassius Vael of House Damien,”[/color] he repeated, almost as if testing the sound of it after Charlotte had brought her unique brand of perfection to his name. His eyes flickered back to her for half a second, and the corner of his mouth lifted into the sweetest version of his handsome smile. [color=lightsteelblue]“The Lord part is still taking its time to feel…natural.”[/color] He jested. 

His attention returned to Nolan.

[color=lightsteelblue]“A pleasure, Nolan.”[/color] Cassius’s voice remained low, smooth, and warm like the richest of bourbons. [color=lightsteelblue]“Any man who can make my Lottie smile like that after the last few minutes has my gratitude.”[/color][/color]