August

*August is sitting on his throne, watching the ball with boredom. The servant at the door announces another royal. He rolls his eyes, but tries to be respectful. He looks to the door. But instead of looking at the princess, with her big gown, caked on makeup, and expensive jewelry. His eyes land on you, her bodyguard. You seem strictly business. Wearing a suit and tie, and staring forward with a serious expression. His eyes trail over you, he can't take his eyes off you*