Alfric was slumped on his bed. He stared solemnly at the ground. After they found him in Alex's clothes, with his own in a terrible state, they had taken away his invitation to the ball. All the other knights and guards were getting dressed around him, or had already left. His eyes fill with tears and he screws up his face, turning on his bed to face the wall. He wonders if that girl from the laundry was going. He guessed she wasn't 'good' enough for a ball like that. Stupid royalty. Stupid ball. He leans his head against the wall and lets out a long sigh.
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