"I understand."
Charles pushed the stag mask on his face, gave a slight bow to his dance partner—the Princess of Hesse, Charlotte: "Beautiful Lady Peacock, would you mind if I went to relax with some friends for a moment?"
The two of them had met at the banquet celebrating William III's birthday, and this ball was also attended by Charles at the Princess of Hesse's invitation.
Charlotte, wearing a peacock mask, hastily curtsied in return: "Of course, that is your freedom. Oh, when you are about to leave, please do have someone inform me."
"Rest assured, I will not abandon you alone."
Charles nodded, casually took a glass of wine from a passing servant, and turned to go upstairs to the second floor.
The door of Room 218 was not locked. He turned the doorknob, entered, and saw not a single person.
"Is it here?" He turned and asked his attendant.
"It's definitely here, sir." The latter pointed to the inner room. "Perhaps they're inside."
