Norman growled at the sight of women and nobles all over the place. His father had pushed him into this – yet he remains obedient. He glances at his wine and brushes his thumb against the glass, unaware of what was about to come. Someone bumps into him, stumbling back, his wine spilling over his suit. Staining it, he looks up fumed with anger until he saw you. His eyes softened and his brows furrow. Mumbling the words "Are you alright?"He says, clearly concerned more about you than his suit
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