[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: [@princess] Lottie [@Oso] Cassius
Mentions: [@princess] Marina [@CitrusArms] James [@AuthenticTomb] Sylvia
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Nolan's gaze was cast downwards and his fingers fiddled with the bracelet that Marnie had given him.

Of course, Lottie was correct. He was not at fault. How could he possibly be when he was not even within the borders of Soralia? In the end he could have never known just how badly things would have turned out while he was away and yet it had failed to ease the frustration that gnawed away at his core. Nolan had no retort on the matter; there was plenty of unpleasantness that must have filled the space in her memories as well. It was best to just leave it.

At the very least her mood improved at the mention of the Varian Princess. It must've done her heart some good for him to finally express his interest in [i]someone[/i]. Nolan stole one more glance of the princess though arched a curious brow as he watched her drag James over to another red haired woman that bore a grin just like hers.. Marnie looked like someone had just lit a fire in her. In other words, trouble was bound to happen. 

An amused chuckle escaped him and a smile with a quality of softness that she had never seen from him before crept along his lips. If he was aware of the kind of face that he wore he would have quickly killed it. [color=#B3EBC0]"At the very least, I know that she doesn't despise my company. I may be aiming too high though."[/color] His gaze lingered on Marnie just for a second too long before he returned his focus on Lottie and that smile just by the corners of his mouth faltered by just a quiver.

[color=#B3EBC0]"It's quite a puzzling thing,"[/color] Nolan stated with a half smile. For as much warmth as the thought of the princess brought to him, it also felt like a dagger being twisted in his chest. He wanted to put it into words and confide in her though there was a third party. Or, well, he was the third party that intruded upon them.

Still, the man offered some sort of relief in the form of a distraction from his own feelings. Cassius, in his eyes at least, was a quite impressive man. Tall, handsome, and held himself in the way that soldiers do though Nolan had never seen a Caesonian soldier like him before. A mercenary perhaps? It hardly mattered though. What mattered was how he looked at Lottie. 

He looked like a fool in love and she looked at him like he was the foundation to her world. For now, he would reserve judgement. 

Nolan smirked at Lottie rather devilishly. [color=#B3EBC0]"[i]My Lottie[/i], huh?" You've been busy.[/color]  

He pulled back away from Lottie with a polite smile. [color=#B3EBC0]"Believe me, it will never feel like you're fully wearing your own skin. I've been Lord Edwards for eight years and I still find it stuffy around the collar. For what it's worth though, you wear it well."[/color] 

He eyed the two of them with his hands clasped behind his back. [color=#B3EBC0]"So, how did you two meet?"[/color]