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@Catalina
One drink wasn't enough. Neither would ten. What he had gone through and needed to cover up....
Sir Austengarde wanted to do with no more of these political games. Sure, the Grand duke needed to know about the death of his bastard still born daughter... whose lifeless body, covered in blood and birthing sweats, still gave the mordecai chills.
He knocked back his fourth drink, one that was already having the room spin. Zannrick had made his way back to the party as discretely as he could, avoiding any formal interactions as he pushed through the crowds. He avoided the dance hall and anywhere else he'd be easily approached. Even the veranda, with it's fresh array of drinks, was too obvious.
No, he took homage elsewhere, in a far off corner far away from the crowds. He had picked a servant at random to bring him his drinks, and ordered him to keep them coming. He didn't want to be sober and remember any of this. Perhaps it was selfish of him, but Zannrick wanted to be selfish. The Grand Duke's orders were to enjoy himself. He had already failed on that and there was no coming back from that damn bloodied scene.
He slammed his glass down on the serving tray when the servant came back, his icy blue eyes glaring at the other as he saw the world swimming. I twas becoming hard to tell if there was a fresh drink on the tray or not. And Zannrick swayed as he tried to grab at a drink that may or may not have been there.
"Keep the tray still," he growled.