<i>"Isn't that the gentleman with Lady Karenine? The ice princess?'<br/>
"No way, she allowed that to happen?"<br/>
"Does this mean we lost?"<br/>
"Impossible, a gentleman from a distant family marrying her? Her pride will be in shatters."<br/>
"There's still time, we could force her."<br/>
</i><br/>The words whispered between the gentlemen are abominable for him, if he could stop it he would. But she will only get angry if he ever intervenes in her affairs. Especially at a critical time like this. All he could do was tone it down a bit. Julius took another sip of wine before placing it down on the table. He walked across the hall, dodging the gentlemen who are about to bump into him, too engrossed in their conversation. Time to make an acquaintance.<br/><br/>"Good evening, sir. It is an honor to have you be part of our ranks. I am Marquess Julius Benthworth. It is rare to see distant relatives inherit such rankings, nevertheless, let me be the first one to give you a warm welcome," Julius said as he stops just beside Lord Charles, his charming smile intact, and interested eyes looked at him dead on. "Being in a court such as this can be quite straining, especially if a woman has ruined your day before it could even turn great. Don't you agree?"