[Gozeo]

As he paced the corridors of the castle, Gozeo found himself lost in his own mind. Thoughts, fantasies, and memories plagued him. His body ran on autopilot, as the Valayarin soldier made his routes, he caressed the pistol strapped to his leg.
The pistol, showing wear and tear, was remarkable. Clearly meant to be decorate only, the steel weapon bore engravings of a woman entangled by vines, and of a man struggling to free her. While it was obviously quite expensive, the wielder would have loved it just as much if it had been made of paper, the memories that came with it made it priceless.
The stocky man came to a door, on the other side of said door, was the Masquerade Ball the Queen had decided to throw. Music played loudly, as well did the cheers and chatter of the attendees. Gozeo however did not much care for the party life. His life for the past decade had been focused on two things, his career, and his love, only one had reached a point he was pleased with.
"I'm sure you would've hated this thing," Gozeo said under his breath, with a smirk accompanying the words.