Samael watched the swirl of fabric on the ballroom floor. Wrapped up in the glory of the dance, no one cared to pay a quiet man in the corner any mind. His velvet doublet was embroidered with a subtle design that didn't link him to any prominent house. He scanned the twirling throng from behind his carved and painted mask. He itched to find a soft featured lass, but he refrained. Tonight was the Princesses debut in court, and he would not pass up this opportunity. The candlelight from above cast gentle shadows and threw his face into relief. A crier announced the arrival of the royal daughter. He turned from the dancers to the elegant staircase. At last, he would see her.