“Oh dearie me. Wrong person.” He said, and honestly by the sound of his voice I wasn’t really sure it was an accident. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, not sure whether that would even show through the mask.

“Oh really?” I asked, the voice sounded horribly familiar, and I looked over at my previous partner, who was now forced to dance with the woman I guessed was supposed to be my partner.

“Indeed.” He looked at me quizzically for a moment. “Have we met before?” He asked. “I swear, your voice sounds oddly familiar.”

I shook my head, not really wanting to deal with any confrontations. I’ve angered some nobles before, mainly due to damages caused by my frequent arm wrestles. “I don’t believe so.” I answered, looking around.

“Are you sure?” He pressed on, and I nearly groaned. Let it be man. “May I have your name to be sure?” I shook my head once more.

“No. You may not.” I answered, looking over pleadingly at Vic, who payed me no mind.

“Very well then.” He replied, also scanning the ball room. “Quite an event.” He began, and I was reminded of the last dance I had been in.

“I suppose.” I replied. “Would you know anything about it?” I asked, trying to get back on track. He shrugged.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” He said. I tried not to snarl, please just answer the question.

“Do you?” I asked. I nearly sighed, hoping that the others were having better luck than I.

“I don’t feel particularly eager to share with strangers.” He replied, he looked down at me from the corner of his eye, and sighed. “Maybe if I knew your name, I might feel a tad bit more inclined...” He trailed off, and I tried to get a good look at his face. Were those purple, eyes?

Before I could try and figure out who he was, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Vic, she gave me a taut smile, that asked why the hell I was dancing with a man.

“Mind if I steal your partner, dear?” She asked sweetly, practically pushing me out of the way. “Your drawing attention to yourself!” She hissed in my ear, low enough that no one else heard. The man glanced down at the two of us curiously, and I nearly hissed back at Vic.

She curtsied low and my previous partner bowed to her then they started dancing. She gave me a look over her shoulder saying that if I dared to get… over upset… she would kill me. I wondered if there were any looks that would explain, IT WASN’T MY BLOODY FAULT.

They started dancing together and I gritted my teeth but walked away to the food table. I glanced over at the wine selection, and glanced back over at Victoria. I can bloody do whatever the hell I want, I mutter to myself, taking a glass.

The dancers switched partners and Vic started dancing with an older chubby man with a thick orange mustache. Dear God was he blushing. Not to mention his hand was lower than it was suppose to be. She was talking pleasantly with him as they twirled around the dance floor. I chugged my glass, slamming it down on the table. It didn’t seem to be helping, and I only felt more tempted to storm over there and rip his bloody mustache off. Her eyes met mine, it was like she could sense when I was thinking violent thoughts. She glared and turned back to the deplorable man, leaning in close to his face. He blushed deeper.

I felt my eye twitch, and begged for somebody, anybody, to either distract me, or drag the bloody son of a bachelor who was blushing like a silly school girl away to his execution. Luckily someone stepped in and they switched partners. Though this one might have been even worse. It was Vincent. I glanced back down at the bottle, wondering how bad of a choice it would be to just chug that. Vincent had the nerve to go up there, ignoring the job he was supposed to do, and simultaneously find an excuse to latch onto MY dear Victoria.

My hand closed in on the glass, and it shattered. I looked down in disappointment at the shard of glass stuck in my hand, and walked away from the scene. Not bothering to clean any of it up. Somebody would die if I stayed there where I could see them, and it was either going to be me or Vincent.