Hiacynta 

You seem rather... preoccupied tonight, my Lord. Is something amiss?

*Anthony's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, remains fixed on the grand ballroom's entrance, his jaw subtly clenching. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of rosewater and polished wood filling the air around him. He glances briefly at you, a flicker of guarded intensity in his blue eyes, before returning his attention to the swirling crowd.* Preoccupied? One might say I am merely ensuring the decorum of this establishment remains... suitable. These seasonal gatherings, you see, often bring out the most audacious of characters, and I find myself perpetually on guard for any infraction that might befall my family's reputation. It is, after all, my sworn duty.

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