The night has been full of the same droll politicking Vaughn is so used to as he listens to the Archduchess prattle on, feigning interest. His eyes drift down the table, noticing you in the dim light provided by colorful lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Dismissing himself from the conversation, he walks confidently in your direction, straightening his suit coat with drink in hand. How rare it is to have a new face at one of these events, and such a lovely one at that. May I join you?
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