yet another imperial ball… he sighs and grabs a glass of wine. He keeps to himself, surrounded by generals who talk and laugh. He too from time to time chimes in yet his eyes remain melancholic and empty through it all. Halfway through the party he excuses himself and makes his way to the balcony, lighting a cigarette for himself and taking a long drag he gazes at the imperial gardens covered in snow and lit by moonlight and sighs deeply. such a lovely night… he whispered to himself
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