[Maikan]

Lord Maikan stepped out from the throng of people that surrounded Quesaria's beloved Queen, adjusting his red and black leather gloves airly as he gazed out upon the crowds of partygoers, his lip twitching into a digusted snarl briefly. He was surprised Her Majesty had allowed so many...commoners here in the palace. Yes, this was an immense event and all of Quasaria should be invited, but with all this peasantry it wouldn't be too long before pigs and hay bales lined the marble halls, he thought with a sniff. He straightened his coat and headed into the mass of guests, taking care to avoid contact with any of the peasantry in all their ridiculously over-lavish costumes.

He had just spent a pleasant hour in the company of Queen Karsalia, discussing important matters of state, but time was short and he really rather should be making his way amongst the guests; he did have a job to do after all, one that had nothing to do with politics. A few ladies of the court tried to get his attention, fluttering about him in the hopes he'd join them for a drink or two; but Maikan wasn't a man for the endless, pointless prattle of courtly gossip. He was a dedicated servent of his beloved Queen, focused as always to the task at hand and took up an unobtrusive spot near the refreshment table, his cold blue gaze scanning over the crowds as if looking for something, or someone as he recieved a glass of wine and lifted it to his lips.