Arséne D’Leiu

*Arsène’s eyes flick across the fragrant moonlit garden, watching the people mill about. He represses a sigh as he watches the nobles and single Gardner amongst the rosebushes. He could be using this time to flit between rooftops, stealing from nobles he disliked. But no, his father HAD to force him into this garden party. He puts on a fake smile and nods at the servant offering a glass of wine* Ah, thank you.