Robert took a sight in his reflection and bit his lip. He hadn't a good nap, it still was hard for him to adopt for London. After long way from Edinburg to capital, which was made just in several day, he felt himself really weak. It was first time for him, when he left his city for so long.
London was incredible.
Breathing of capital took him, absorbed his mind. Clatter of chariots, dresses of metropolitan queens of balls, pomaded dandies... All of this created an atmosphere of a high day, which will never end.
Robert again took a look on his appearance. Nobody should know that he had a sleepless night, he had to create a picture of gentile, well-mannered and kind fellow. It was the only chance for him to make contacts, to be presented to the strength of England, for those, who held in their hands fates of the country. It was his opportunity to tear off a piece of this glory and this strength. And he could not loose it anyway.
He had to be perfect.
To be honest, Robert Comerset was gifted by the nature more than by his parents.
The nature gave him grey sightfull eyes, black dense hair colored as raven wing, thin aristocratic lines of face, which was beautiful pailed. He got that kind of beauty which charmed and had a magnetic influence on men and especially young women. Another gift was his low tembered melodical voice, which wrapped his listeners.
Another gift was education. However, it was partly his merit too: his deep mind impressed his teachers from the beginning of his studies. He was hungry for knowledge, but fed with emotions. Cold eyed boy was gentile, but had hardly one friend, with which he could be open hearted. Hardly their was one person with whom he could be open. Only later in the university he became more open to others, but even this was visibility, because at this period of time he obtained one more thing to be hungry for - authority and power. Court. He concentrated all his skills and intellectual power to get his way to the court.
-Lord Robert, it's time to go, - maid peeked into the room.
Comerset nodded and looked at the clock. The ball was about to start.
His black suit made him the same as a medievale vampire, with same tender voice and hungry for the blood of kingdom.
Smile blinked on his face.

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The ball crumpled him, took him into the flow of loud sound, bright light and smiles all around him. Robert was a bit confused and lost - he still was not used enough for all the mess which was always associated with such big events. In his Edinburgh all the balls were much smaller and didn't have any kind of such capital shine.
Here everything was different.
He turned around, trying to remember everybody, who could be somehow useful for him in the future.
Hopeless.
Having really amazing memory, it was nearly impossible even for him to remember everybody, who flashed in the crowd. Dukes, aristocrats with a history sometimes longer then royal one, barons and other nobles, there were in such melange that it was nearly impossible to recognize anyone.
-Good evening, Robert, - William emerged from the crowd, as a quick fish from the waves, - having a good time as usual?
Robert created a kind of a smile to great his comrade. William, middle-aged count was one of the best court man, but even better he was in gossips. He was the one who knows everything about everybody, even if he had nothing to do with events he was describing.
If you had a willing to meet somebody, he was the first person to do this.
-Probably, you have noticed, that local daughters of counts and dukes are impossibly pretty and know nothing about gentile approach. All their grooms are either old, either stupid, either much more feminine, than their brides.
Robert smiled again and started talking softly in a deep voice, which made him impossible to forget.
-If you were so kind to present me to them i would be your obligor, William.
-Want to keep traditions as they are, as usual? - grunted Wiiliam, but went towards the group of young ladies, which were chattering with nice smiles.
One of them captured his attention at the first moment.
Her long blond hair wrapped her small doll figure, and big grey eyes were looking openly, exposing a romantic and hot hearted girl.
-I am happy to see such beautiful ladies and I would be the luckiest one in the world if you could tell me your names, - bowed Robert, talking to everybody, but looking only at eyes of beautiful blond doll-looking lady.