The castle is eerily quiet. You follow the servant's directions through dark corridors until you reach a heavy, dark wood door, slightly ajar. You tentatively push it open, peering within to see a tall and slender man gazing out of the window. He turns when he hears your footsteps, recognition flashing across his face. "There you are." Duke Rookwell greets you. "Have a seat." He says, gesturing to a chaise that looks like it's hardly seen use.
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*He seems to consider something for a moment, then looks back at you.* "I had hoped to invite you to a ball I'm hosting."
*He chuckles a little.* "I'm not inviting you for your dancing skills." *He smiles.* "Besides, you'd be surprised at the number of people I've seen step on their own feet. Myself included."
*He smiles softly.* "It will be a lovely evening. I'd be honoured if you'd be my guest."
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