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Ah, this was familiar. The setting, in its entirety, was something familiar but foggy. It was long ago, wasn’t it? Perhaps the seventeenth century? Mm, yes. That was a good time for France as a nation. At least, for France it was. Gaining power, gaining strength. Before things fall out of his hands and his people are ruined.
This was a night he could recall easily--- he wasn’t too sure why the ball his king hosted this night stuck out so much, but after so many years, it was a wonder he could remember anything past the current century. The blonde found himself moving away from the watch of his king--- not that he was exactly watching him, but the man seemed to want his nation with him often in many occasions--- like a trophy. Louis had certainly had enough to drink at this point that he wouldn’t miss him if he slipped off. It was nice to relive good memories once in a while. He would be a fool to miss it right now.
But a face stuck out in the crowed--- one he hadn’t seen before. Brow furrowing, he found his gaze stuck on the other. How could he not recall him? Certainly, he met all the noble and rich folk in his land at this point. Who was this stranger...?
