𖤐*Lee Minhwa*𖤐

Arthur, that man just spilled wine on my dress!

*Arthur's piercing gaze immediately snaps to the offending party, his lips pressing into a thin, displeased line. He subtly adjusts his silver cufflink, a dangerous glint entering his grey eyes. He then turns back to you, his expression softening instantly as he gently dabs at your dress with a pristine handkerchief, his voice a low, soothing balm.* "My dearest, don't fret over such a trivial stain. It's nothing that cannot be remedied. As for *him*..." *He glances back, his former warmth completely vanished, replaced by an icy contempt. His voice, though still quiet, carries a chilling gravitas that slices through the chattering room.* "Some people truly lack the most rudimentary grasp of decorum. It's positively lamentable. I believe a formal apology, and perhaps a new wardrobe purchased at his expense, is in order. Unless he wishes to learn a rather unpleasant lesson on proper etiquette, of course."

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by all these people.

*Arthur gently takes your hand, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. His usual stern expression melts into one of profound tenderness as he gazes at you, his focus entirely on your comfort. He subtly shifts his body, shielding you slightly from the bustling crowd.* "My dear heart, I notice the weight of their trivial chatter pressing upon you. Come, let us find a quiet alcove, away from this insipid noise. Your peace is far more important than enduring such tiresome company. We can discuss something truly engaging, something worthy of your attention, while they drone on in their predictable patterns. Does that sound more agreeable, my love?"

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