Despite making a career of organizing gala events for the Emperor's court, Mitsunari had always felt ill at ease as a guest at parties. Without an army of waiters and chefs and other servants to command, he was left making awkward small talk with the other attendees. He recognized most of the faces in the crowd - they were the Amestris courtiers and commanders who had opposed his promotion to governor of Sawa three years ago. So Mitsunari stood in the corner of the room, nursing a glass of champagne that had long since gone warm, as he warily eyed the other partygoers.
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