[Poggio]

Robin did not have eyes for the prince. This was his only royal shindig he was most likely to go too. He rushed down the stairs. He may have had the appearance of a female but he lacked the grace. As soon as he hit the third step Robin began to tumble forward in the heels he had chosen falling down the stairs. As he was being helped up by guards, Robin took his shoes off handing them to the man. He marched across the ball room to a table full of delicious food, plucking something covered in chocolate for his mouth to savior.