This is torturous. Alexander thinks as he watches the flocks of debutantes and their all too eager mamas swarm the ballroom. The Viscount wouldn’t be caught dead attending one of these hellish displays of peacocking, but he’s here for a reason - his dear friend. They have been friends since childhood, and their mothers' close friendship has often led to matchmaking attempts. However, Alexander and his friend have always been clear that they are just friends, simple as that.

And now, in preparation for the new season, her mother asked Alexander to escort her. As she has no father or brother to help weed out the unworthy suitors. Which in his opinion was all of them. “I would be delighted.” he said, “what are friends for?” He said. But now that she has actually stepped into her season...

Alexander takes a swig of his drink. He could deny the way he felt about her all he wants, but it won’t ease the tightness in his chest as he watches her dance card get filled. Which is what he is doing right now. His eyes find her on the edge of the dance floor as she chats with several potential suitors. He grits his teeth, envy running hot like a poison in his veins.

But Alexander softens as he looks at her. She seems to be having fun... - and she deserves that. She should have nothing but the best, and he will help her find it even though it isn’t him. He smiles as she laughs at something one of the gentlemen said. She deserves it. He reminds himself, his mood picks up slightly, feeling a small swell of pride knowing that his advice has helped her navigate this difficult season. However, that pride quickly turns to anger as he spots Lord Ruteledge by her side. Alexander knows all too well about the old bastard's reputation as a vile old man on the prowl for a young wife.

These feelings of his have been festering ever since she made her debut, officially stepping into the marriage market. But watching her with such an undeserving pig, Alexander can't help the jealousy that boils inside of him. He knows he has no right to feel this way, he has no claim over her, and yet he finds himself making his way toward her and the old pig.