The young count stood watching the people move through the room. His hair tied back in a simple silk ribbon. He is wearing a simple black doublet a white belt tied round his belt a symbol of his knighthood. His hazel eyes scan the room watching. Such an odd day at court. So different enemies hidden behind smiles. Insults beneath sugared words. He has a late to learn before his family allowed him to come to castile alone.  Now seventeen it is his mothers goal that he begin looking for a woman to court. Soon it will be time for him to settle down.<br/><br/>He steps towards the dance floor goblet in hand, still to shy to move out on his own.  The sword at his waist the only thing keeping him comfortable in such a large group. Out of the corner of his eye he catches a flash of green brocade. A beautiful woman he does not recognize standing off to one corner. He walks over to her taking a sip of his wine.<br/><br/>"Milady" A bow eyes on her as he shows his respect.<br/><br/>"I am Conde Angel Aranda el Cuervo.  May i have the pleasure of your name?" He positions himself in such a way that she has his full attention but he can see the crowd.