It was all the young Lieutenant could do to keep himself composed as the Lady Lyons presented herself to the group, her beauty captivating the man who has gazed into the subtle beauty one finds when the sun rises over a battlefield in the morning, that one moment where all the chaos, hatred, anger, and brutality of war is replaced, only for the briefest of moments, by a calming serenity that almost seems to wash all the torment away before reality hits again and the sounds of carnage are restored. Looking upon the Lady now, Aaron feels the same sensation now, the burdens and sorrows of politics and standards thrown to waste side as all focus is spent on her. The voice of Lord Lyons snaps the young officer back into the moment as he introduces the officers currently in attendance around them, finishing off Lieutenant Aaron himself. "You honor me, my Lady Lyons." He bows as Lady Kate delivers her congratulations and almost falls over on himself when she asks to have him to herself. He perks straight up and holds a professional demeanor as he looks between the Lord and his daughter, his heart racing as the King's Adviser grants this favor to her, a trickle of sweat beginning to build on his forehead as the hair on his neck stands up.<br/><br/>Still able to maintain a dignified demeanor, Aaron gives his left arm to Kate before allowing her to lead him into a separate room, a study that is set off away from the rest of the banquet, allowing the two of them to be together without any distractions. His heart beats furiously when she speaks name, his breath holding hard when she admits to her desires to meet him. His head is swimming as she brings him to the couch and confesses her feelings of attachment to him, his eyes welling up as she comforts him on his torment from war and fighting that takes its toll on any man. Unable to stop himself, Aaron leans over the gap between them on the couch and presses his lips against those of Lady Kate, all sense of decorum and officer etiquette forgotten in that moment of touching flesh against flesh. A few moments pass before the Lieutenant realizes what he has done and quickly jumps away from the Adviser's Daughter and marches to the other side of the room, breathing heavily as he places one hand upon the wall while the other clenches his chest, "I deeply beg for your forgiveness, my Lady Lyons."