Who: Your muse could either be the injured or the attacker, & either be the one who started it or was actually attacking in retaliation or to defend or avenge someone else whom the other had injured beforehand. Or someone that sees Albert going between the current pair & either wants to help Albert or side with one of the parties or someone who needs albert’s flying talent...anything your creativity decides! <3
Despite his arguments, grumblings, sulkiness and high reluctance, in the end, Albert was still forced to make his presence known at Versailles. Even if he balked whole-heartedly at the whole concept of arranged marriagies, even if he found flaws in the elaborate scheme of the Sun King to unite warring kingdoms through forced unions with the promise of a gift of greed and ambition in the end to the participants, even if he was still secretly grieving over what he had feared had most likely happened to his beloved , for her letters had stopped arriving long before the Sun King’s announcement was made, as a Tudor Prince, he was still greatly coerced and under heatedly pressured obligation to go through with this farce of a union laid before him.
Thus it was with grudging footsteps that Albert found himself making his way to the wedding venue of the Sun King to the Habsburg Princess. He was already a few days late to France due to his protests to the whole affair, and he was also very late to the grand wedding of his host. Though to those who knew him, punctuality had always never been his strongest suit. ‘Many long apologies would have to be uttered later, however he was here at last wasn’t he? ‘ he thought dejectedly.
However it was not a solemn and gracious ceremony that met his senses the minute he opened the doors. NO, it was instead PANDEMONIUM. And of the worst kind, for it seemed that a small but still all-out war of sorts was taking place currently in what was supposed to be the scene of the first great blessed union in Versailles. “What the--” was all the stunned prince could get out before he was forced to instinctively levitate away from an incoming projectile weapon. Twisting around after that, to his dismay, Albert then saw that the assault he had avoided had inadvertently reached its intended target and a noble was now fallen and crumpled over the floor, groaning hard. Seeing the attacker charging towards the injured person, Albert then quickly flew over, harnessed his wind magic and used its strong force to knock over the incoming assailant many meters backwards. He had now placed himself between two fighting parties, and he’d be damned if he knew who had started it.
