Edward bowed gracefully before Janette before taking her in close as their hands linked together.
"Ah, Lady Treyburn, I do not mind divulging my secret unto you, but the identity of this blue bird is none other than Lord Edward Draven. I'm pleased to re-make your acquaintance. I do not know if you would even recall my true identity, however, as the last ball we might have attended together you would have still been just a child."
ANd naturally, his conversation was polite as he guided Janette, with grace, out onto the dance floor.
Along the side lines, Davishire was still grumbling as he and Avery remained as wall flowers, observing the other dancer's from afar."Well, it seems there are a lot of Treyburns here this evening. I suppose the whole lot of them came. Perhaps she just likes to be the fashionable late one," he mused as he released a hot breath, but then noticed something from the corner of his eyes that perked his interest as another Lord stormed into the place.
"Leif Arrant.." Davishire wrinkled his nose at the other man. If people thought Davishire was rude, Leif Arrant was famous for it. After all, Leif Arrant was the only man who gained a harsh enough reputation someone tried to assassinate him on his wedding day! Lucky for Arrant, the bullet had not killed...
BUt not one to gossip, Lord Callister held his tongue, but would soon be holding his breath as he witnessed Lord Arrant tearing across the ballroom. And Leif didn't care who he had run into, as his own shoulder slammed into Edward's and set he and Janette off balance in their dance. Edward managed to catch Janette as they paused in their dancing, and blinkingly, he turned to watch Leif Arrant and his situation turn into a train wreck-
For Leif Arrant's wife had just found out all of her husband's secrets in one go when she had stepped into his private conversation in
the garden. He had been pouring his heart out to his friend, and he had
no idea Valentina had been listening in. Now she knew that
he knew she was a mage- and what was worse, he mentioned
'another woman' whom he had been seeing, (evne though that was his sister!)
AND the fact he was none other than the infamous masked vigilante-
the masked mordecai!He was so desperate to seek her out to explain, that the moment he caught her amongst the crowd her tore after her- that was, until he stopped dead in his tracks to witness how Trevian was 'caressing'a nd attempting to woo his wife. Rage blinded him as he paused in the middle of the dance floor to bark out a roar.
"TREYBURN!!!!!!!!!"and the voice would have echoed had the serene playing of the orchestra not muffled it's cries. But even the Grand Duke, dancing with his wife, turned his head to witness the exact moment Leif Arrant tore across the floor- and socked his fist clean across Trevian's face.
"Get your f--ing hands off my wife!"