“Unf...!” The night was already more distress than Janlenoux had hoped to endure. Then again, his experiences among the nobility were rare, few, and far in between. A lowborn, he was, after all, a son to a Knight with no name, and it was only his partner’s bright eyes and giddy grin that coaxed him into fine clothes and fine linens, clothes that seemed almost heavier and more awkward to wear than a full suit of armor. To that end, he pressed himself onto the edges of the gala’s festivities, circumnavigating the edges of the ball as he watched his partner stolen away by ruthless nobility, gossip, and noblewomen. Janlenoux tried to keep his face from souring every time Adelphel politely took another woman onto the dance floor, appeasing the rules and decorum of such an event. It was hard not to keep his pretty face from twitching into a jealous frown.Which is when Janlenoux found himself pressed against by a red cheeked and unstable man from Haillenarte, his cheeks as rosy as his house’ emblem. Brows raised, the paladin stumbled to catch Francel from stumbling, too full of drink and not enough appetizers, and sought to steady him on his feet. A nearly empty glass was still clutched in his hand, and with lips stained red, Francel leaned against him enough to press him to the wall, which is when Janlenoux felt his body freeze, instincts fleeing as Francel pressed a kiss to the edge of his lips and muttered, “...So pretty.”
In the next moment, Janlenoux shoved himself away from Francel and spun on his heel, stepping quickly with stiff legs and clenched fists towards the balcony, leaving behind a very perplexed and very drunk Francel. He needed fresh air. Fresh air, and a way to keep himself from feeding his knuckles to the next noble who called him pretty.
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