( &&. @viktorarchibald )
Starry-eyed and swollen-lipped, Henryk brushed his fingers against his mouth in a daze as he moved about the ballroom, a dull sort of ringing in his ears. The new year was upon them, and 2019 had come in blazing with fireworks and cheers sounding around the city of Oslo below. Henryk was in a stupor after his passionate exchange with Adelina out on the balcony, and as the princess had left to use the powder room and gather her belongings, Henryk was weaving his way through the throng of the party room, attempting to fix his hair as he moved through people.
“Oh, excuse me,” Henryk said as he made his way past someone, trying to make his way to the bar so he could grab himself a glass of water. “Just looking for a refreshment. Happy new year, by the way!”
