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Regency Hall

Summary:

The Williams hold their annual Regency Hall Masquerade Ball. Everyone there has a partner to dance with, except for the man of the night, Barry Williams.

Notes:

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Chapter 1: Lonesome

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barry slowly descended down the stairs, glancing around the large hall. many people were spread out throughout it, cavorting and simply conversing with each other. he glances down at himself. his red suit was adorned with gold and jewels, and was tailored to his size perfectly. the cuffs of his sleeves were lined with gold, same for his collar and the intricate details on his mask. the jewlery delicately attatched to his neck and fingers was fanciful, all custom made with real silver and jewels. he didn’t look half too bad, especially compared to the rest of the men and women here. of course, no one would expect any less of the william’s son.

as he made his way throughout regency, people didn’t hesitate to take notice of him. some people bowed, a few women approached him, offering a dance. none of the attention really mattered to him, as he knew he wouldn’t get this much attention if he was just a normal townsman. would anyone even glance his way if he wasn’t that of the english monarchy? even with this mask on, people still knew who he was. the riches he was adorned in was enough to identify him. and as much as he enjoyed the riches he was free to indulge in, and the praise and worship from the whole country.. would his life be better if he was just a simple resider?

he makes his way to an isolated area from the rest of the hall, far too lost in his thoughts to be around that useless banter of those he wasn’t even familar with. to be quite honest, he was lonely. despite all his acquaintances, and all those lovely men and women he’s interacted with throughout the years. he knows he’s only gotten the oppurtunity to make relationships with all the people he’s met simply because of his status. it causes him worry, will anyone ever speak to him to know about him, or will everyone always speak to him to flaunt that they have?

he descends down the stairs outside, looking back at the crowded room. he sighs, before sitting down on one of the rough steps, careful to not damage his expensive attire.

“ah, excuse me?” a heavy voice cuts through the silence.