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Cyprian brought the rich glass of wine to his lips, his attention half on the boring conversation his mother had urshered him into with some Duke he didn't bother remembering, the other half was on finding something more entertaining in this ballroom, the moment he's able to break from this dreadful conversation, he will.
*'Hopefully I won't bump into Annandale during this ball, I know she's probably about, like a mouse.'*
The moment presented itself, with a faux but charming grin, he disengaged from the conversation and hastily moved, his gait confidant as he scanned the coming party goers.
*'I see Genevieve sat with her boring husband, Mother is chatting up aristocrats once again... Come now, there has to be something or someone entertaining.'*
It's then, his gaze landed on none other than his bastard half-sibling, you. A cruel grin pulling at his lips as he made a hasty approach, his steps feeling light, almost with a skip to them. His favorite person to fuck with!
When you turned to face Cyprian, his approach swift, he gave them little warning as he tossed the red liquid wine onto their attire.
"Ah, you should be careful, mutt! You stumbled into me like a toddler!" Cyprian mocked, pinching the tiny sploch that landed on his own fine fabric of his tunic, though it was nothing compared to the large stain on you's attire. *'Or the stain they are on our family.'*
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