₦icholas Aita
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[spacer]Nicholas C. Aita was an observant person, something he prided himself in and a trait he valued in others. The ability to simply sit back and watch was something that he believed everyone should be able to do, however there was a difference between seeing something and understanding what you see.[/spacer] Currently he sat in the banquet hall next to his father of course and directly across from Thalia. Contrary to popular belief, Nicholas hadn't been dreading this particular event. He wasn't particularly interested in marrying either one of the Frost sisters, but he would do what needed to be done--some sacrifices simply had to be made. For now, Nicholas simply watched the room quietly, sipping some unidentifiable dark wine as he did so. His eyes flickered over the form of Prince Marco Leeds of Umilo and within a few seconds of watching the Prince he had already come to several interesting conclusions.
Reckless
Psychopath
Arrogant
Volatile
Nicholas determined these bits and pieces of information based on how some of the other servants and guests acted around the Prince. From the wary glances, the flinches at every wide hand gesture Marco made, and the sound of his voice seemed to have some of the servants trembling. Their responses were all quite contradictory to the sight before him, the painfully charming prince who was chatting up his bride to be. His mother looked unwell, he could see it in her posture. Perhaps she was getting sick? Naturally, he would have offered to walk her to her rooms but they had just arrived to Oshil, and knowing her, she wouldn't want to retire so early. Nicholas sipped his wine looking away from his mother as he did so. The dark liquid stained his lips, and went down smoothly. He watched Marco for a few seconds longer before growing bored, however he briefly glanced back at him. Was he twitching?
How interesting.
Nicholas eyes flitted over the King, who appeared to be a more toned down version of his son. His eyes danced over Allen Gust, the boy looked to be painfully young and much too shy to be rubbing elbows with this lot--poor things. He idly wondered how long he would last. Nicholas scanned the crowd for his sister, having lost her when she begun to dance with the Umilo Prince. No matter, there were hundreds of other people to observe. The eldest Princess of Iqwah wasn't present, apparently she had gotten tied up in some other affairs in her home country--he didn't mind. Business was business and if he was honest with himself, Nicholas would say that he was relieved.
Queen Samantha of Oshil was a graceful woman, though Nicholas could see the stress etched into her face and wound into her shoulders, he mused that it was hard running a country by yourself. Nicholas stood, his glass of wine in his hand as he did so. Quite honestly she was doing a great job, the country was peaceful and the people were content and the economy was good. What more could a person want? Nicholas escaped to the balcony, nearly wilting under his mother's burning gaze. He briefly made eye contact her and he could practically hear her threatening him to return to his seat and mingle. He flashed her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and his mother's face twitched. Nicholas snorted as he walked onto the balcony, dusting off his obsidian black pants as he went. The over coat he wore was equally dark and complemented by the wine purple button up shirt he wore. His skin was pale much like his father's, his eyes a dark navy blue and his hair a inky black. The wavy locks were pulled back into a messy bun of sorts and the sides of his head were shaved.
Nicholas looked up from his glass, in time to see a filthy little boy come running through the banquet hall. After observing Marco for those few moments, Nick completely expected the boy to get backhanded across the face and sent crying to his mother. However, he was simply picked up and taken out of the hall. These people were just full of surprises weren't they? Some how Nick managed to drain half his glass without noticing, but he didn't particularly mind, there was more where that came from. However he didn't plan on getting completely intoxicated tonight, he had things to do, people to see, items to collect... Nicholas continued to watch the guests, they floated about like fish in a tank. Of course he wasn't alone on the balcony, there was a trio of women--sisters?-- who had taken to giggling and staring at him and it seemed someone else had garnered the same reaction from the duchesses and ladies of the land. His vision was obscured by corsets and skirts and curled hair, but as soon as the women cleared away he was met with the sight of a dirty blonde haired man.
Nicholas choked on his wine before turning around to grip at the banister with one hand and lean a bit over the edge. A grin split the soft flesh of his face, a dry laugh rising from his throat.
"Well, I'll be damned."
Nick quietly murmured to himself, as he fished the pocket watch from his over coat. He'd recognize that face anywhere--Tom was his name. They had met a while ago (years?) back when he was traveling with Yves and co. He had to sleep with the man to get his pocket watch back. Of course they had met under false pretences, Nick had been pretending to be some daft naive young thing and the other had eaten it up. He stole his watch and left in the middle of the night, and he and Yves were in Umilo by morning. After getting a bit of fresh air, Nicholas re entered the hall, placed his empty glass on the tray of a passing by servant and returned to his seat. The urge to slip away from this party was beginning to gnaw away at his resolve, so he had might as well busy himself with something.
"So, Thalia." Nick began, picking a string bean off her plate as he spoke. He ate it in one bite, wiping his fingers off on a napkin. "What do you think of Captain crazy, eh?" He arched a dark brow, his voice naught but a mocking whisper. He glanced pointedly at the Umilo Prince before offering a half dimpled grin.