*Alistair*
Alistair was not pleased to have left Daphne behind and return to the party. He could have cared less at being anywhere except with her.
But Daphne had insisted that he go back. He waited until she was tucked safely beneath the covers of their bed before quietly slipping out. The moment Alistair first spotted one of his sisters, he had led them aside and told her of Daphne’s condition.
A part of growing up as a Blackwood, one was taught how to mask their emotions. Alistair smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgement, even though deep down he was internally screaming his head off.
He wanted the night to end and for everyone to leave.
He wanted to rush back up the main staircase and head straight into the bedroom.
He wanted Daphne.