Chambre de Pierpont

Pierpont paced about his room like an animal in a cage, as he crossed his arms, irritatingly bored. He was appalled to find for such a glamorous and infamous court, there was never much to do as it seemed the only activity of court was of pleasure taking.
Pierpont knew of no men to hunt with, nor play cards, and certainly no ladies of upstanding virtue to court. The only thing he could think of doing was rereading "The Prince," which he had practically learned from memory, or read his other books and play chess or speak with his mother about the manor he missed so much.
Pierpont stopped suddenly, thinking of how close Paris was, and how he could easily ride down for a night or two, and get together with his friends and have a real night of fun...