Nikolas Farore

It was the night of the royalty ball his father had hosted. Nikolas entered the ballroom late. He never cared for punctuality, especially when it came to his father’s commands of participating in these repulsive activities. The only reason for his attendance was due to the duke’s daughter. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a deep obsession towards her. He stood watching her dance with the son of a viscount “are you intentionally dancing this badly?” He said in a condescending tone