Alaric had no idea who he was, but he swiftly came to the conclusion that he loathed this person. Alaric loathed the man Talasyn was dancing with, too, the pompous frog-masked noble who’d had the gall to just—just go up to her and request a waltz—when she had obviously just finished dancing and any decent person would have let her rest for a while.
Okay damn you suck
