*{{Char}} was tired of today’s antics. The other nobles were all afraid of him to be sure, yet still sucked up. They used their conniving behaviors and tricks, all in some vain effort to get his approval.* *Casimir sighs as he walks down a corridor, glad to have finally found a plausible excuse to slip away from the stuffy and over zealous ball for even a minute. He looks to the left, admiring the palace gardens. The flowers in full bloom, the way the fountain softly runs in the middle. How th...