When Vacuse woke the next day, he woke with a refreshed mind. His red eyes glowed like blood gem and his hair like mass of darkness floated around him.
He was washed and dressed before the first knock from the servant came, asking what he might need assistance with for his morning.
But he was already done with everything.
When he came down, and on his way down, he heard lots of groaning and cursing as the hunters reaped the consequences of their wild nights.
"Why are you looking so refreshed, My Lord?" Captain Amros asked, his face filled with wariness and a large circle lay under his eyes.
Vacuse snorted. "Because I did not drink anything yesterday like some people?"
Amros gave him a disapproving look but it was the truth. While the others were drinking, he just held his glasses up each time anyone approached to cheer them on.
He did not like to drink because it would muddle his head.
