#somewhatambivalent

hannes never had been someone that liked partying. he did before, when his family was still alive, and they had the annual feast on their village. he remembered dancing around the bonfires with his sisters, mainly jytte, and being scolded by his mother for eating too many sweets. but that ? he felt like he didn’t belong on the little palace ( he actually didn’t, but no one else besides adrian knew that ). this ball was even more glamorous than the spring fête, and his blue eyes wandered wonderstruck around the decorations. as much as he hated the ravkans and the grishas, he couldn’t deny that they knew how to party. hannes never saw such things on fjerda --- and although the mask could be bothersome sometimes, it gave him the perfect disguise to hear the gossip and spy on the king ( who was more stupid than hannes thought, being without protection in a crowded room with enemies lurking ). but he wasn’t there to think about the king, not know. hannes smiled --- actually smiled --- at the sight of adrian. his peer could be using any disguises, but hannes would always reconize him. “ it’s a beautiful feast, isn’t it ? i never saw something like that back there. ”