The young noble would pace back and forth in front of his bedroom window, the look of confusion and worry in his eyes. He'd then stop to look out of his window, leaning against it slightly as he'd mutter to himself; "Why? Why must these choices always be so confusing?" He'd then begin to pace once more, pondering his choices and the past conversation with his sister Violetta. 'What if she doesn't choose me?' he'd think, still pacing. After a while he'd sit himself down on the edge of his bed, his focus remaining on the window. Suddenly a knock on his door would disrupt his focus. As he opened the door, Violetta would come in to reassure him that everything would be okay. But how could he know? He's just so young, why is he even worrying about this? These thoughts would go through his mind as he didn't pay attention to what is elder sister was saying. After she left he'd lay across his bed, still pondering, still confused.
@Springheel
