Fantasy A Royal Engagement [Closed]

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Spoiler: Festive Wear

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After she had finished Josie's hair, she smiled and gave her a pat on the shoulder. Now that she was done, she could get started on her other sisters and making sure they were ready. The mention of Mrs. Graybe made her move quicker to Bramble's side to lace her into her dress. "Ugh. I absolutely abhor the woman, so please don't." She began to lace up her sister, purposely getting tighter as she whispered into her ear. "Bambi, don't you dare do anything, understood? I will handle Frederick myself. As for Emile, oh his time has come." She leaned back and loosened it a bit before securing it. "All done." Ana didn't mean her words as a threat, but she wanted to make sure she got her point across. Under no circumstance did she want her sister doing anything that could get her imprisoned or worse--dead. "If you don't need any more help, I'm going to help Rosie and then I guess get myself... Ready." She was delaying the inevitable, having to go out there with a million and one things on her mind. Getting her sisters ready was calming down her nerves. She made a mental note that she would later have to talk to Geoffrey. She just couldn't muster up the forgiveness to talk to Edward at the moment and Geoffrey was the next thing. "Ladies, tonight we are going to have all the boys dropping their jaws as soon as we walk into the room." She reassured her sisters. Something to lighten the mood a bit.​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Bramble let in an irritated sharp gasp as Ana tightly laced the corset, she glared at the wall ahead of her as Ana whispered to her to stay out of it, she couldn't of course. What Ana didn't know, was that she literally broke into people's rooms every night, but this was different, considering she was wearing a gown, and Frederick was awake. What Bramble couldn't do, was let Ana confront Emile, it was too dangerous, and Emile would certainly lash out by a spilling all there secrets, something she was sure he'd throughly enjoy. She smiled lightly at Ana's attempt to lighten the mood.

She joined Ana's side in an instant, "Leave Emile be, he knows all of our secrets and I'm positive he'd love to share them, don't say a word about it, especially to our lovely new guest." She whispered under her breath as she began to do her hair.

A tap on the window startled her out of her thoughts, she turned away from the mirror, and jumped back at the appearance of Damon sitting on the window ledge outside, grinning cockily. She quickly walked to the window and flung it open. "Damon! Go away, some people are changing!" She hissed angrily.

"If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a coin at it." He said with a grin, one leg dangling off the edge of the ledge, lazily layed back against the window frame.

Bramble narrowed her eyes, and folded her arms. "And what does that mean?" She asked him icely.

Damon ignored it, he held up a a large gold ring with a white oval moonstone in it, "I got your ring," he said with a smirk, winking as he said "Do you plan on drugging anyone tonight? Or for that matter working on your parry? I think it could do a bit more wor-"

Bramble shot him an alarmed look that told him to shut up, she snatched the ring from his finger, he grinned mischievously, "Oh, I see," he said slowly, his eyes flicking to her sisters behind her. "You haven't told them yet. I'd be happy to tell them your a-"


"OKAY! I'll see you at the party. Mhm, bye now," Bramble said quickly, smiling sweetly at him with narrowed eyes, she began to quickly shut the window but Damon stopped her with his hand, grabbing her wrist.

"They need to know. Especially with Emile and Frederick around." He said in a low voice, a hint of worry in his tone. Bramble looked at him like he was insane.

That was the worst idea. The more people who knew, the more danger it was of being found out, she wouldn't be able to live with the fact of putting Ana, or even Josie in danger. If Frederick found out Ana or her own secret, he'd have strings over both their heads, she couldn't have that. Bramble glanced back warily to see her sisters were listening in on her and Damons conversation.
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[madame moiselle]

Lucas Astor

I still haven't figured out how to sit across from you and not be madly in love with everything you do. Lucas Astor

Lucas was with Nathaniel on their last roll call, standing outside, in front of the grand entrance of the castle. There was a refreshing breeze, and the sky was beautifully painted in evening colours such as rich purple, creamy pink and fiery orange. The clouds were fluffed up and thick, as if they themselves heard about the royal ball, and were getting ready too. The announcement of Frederick's arrival caused much excitement across the land, and all the nobles of the country were going to be present, including this Emile Hasard.

"It'll be just grand," commented Nathaniel, almost dreamily. "I've never been to such a grand party like that. Only William ever has." Lucas glanced at him, surprised. "Really? And what did he say about it? What was it like?" Nathaniel grinned. "He said he couldn't remember because he got drunk out of his mind," answered his friend. "All he could remember was the incredible dances and the marvelous wine served. Mostly the wine." Lucas rolled his eyes, wondering why his friends loved to drink so much. It was like an addiction; Lucas hoped to never get so obsessed.

"I know this might be a stupid question, considering that you're new, but: Do you have somebody yet?"

The question struck Lucas silly. A million questions entered his mind before answering. "Wait, what do you mean?"
Nathaniel laughed. "I mean for the ball. Is there anyone special you'd like to bring to the event?" Lucas reddened, realizing he had no one. It wasn't surprising; he hasn't been here for very long, and Lucas wasn't stupid enough to think he'd actually have a chance to dance with Princess Bramble, let alone be her escort for the ball. "Not really," he confessed. "But that's understandable; I've barely started my career here." Nathaniel nodded. "True," he agreed. "But there must be someone that must've caught your eye. I mean, there are the servant girls. Oh, speaking of which, this girl caught my eye the other day..."

Nathaniel proceeded to rattle on about this servant girl, apparently a close friend of the head servant, Olivia. The two had already had a little make-out session a few days ago, and Nathaniel was planning to bring her to the ball and dance all through the night. Lucas sighed, wishing he could tell his friend about his attraction towards Princess Bramble. Of course, that would be very unwise. And pointless. Nathaniel would only laugh and point out what the young guard already knew: such a relationship would be impossible. The enormous difference in status and power was what separated them. Lucas was sure that if Bramble wasn't one of the Princesses of Argonia, he would jump at the chance of getting to know her better, and maybe, just maybe, think of a serious relationship. But that was only wishful thinking.
It was just impossible.

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"Thank you," answered an extremely grateful Lucas to his commander, marveling the sheer smoothness and comfort of the crisp white blouse and intrisincally decorated vest he was in. "I owe you one." His friend just shook his head and chuckled. "Nonsense, lad," he responded, putting a firm hand on the young guard's shoulder. "I can't let you go out there without looking your best, now can I? Especially with all the ladies that'd be there; they love a man in a suit." Lucas smiled, nodding. "Of course," he answered back. "I wouldn't want to disappoint them." Both men were getting ready for the ball; William in a suit of light armour, adorned in medals he had achieved in the past, and Lucas with his hair brushed and clothed in a spotless white blouse partnered with a black vest engraved in beautifully-made golden designs---something he could never afford on his own. Nathaniel had already been ready minutes earlier, leaving them to search for that servant girl. Lucas hadn't a single notion where David was, but William assured that he would definitely be present at the party. Lucas's mind kept wandering, thinking about Bramble, breaking his focus on the real world. Questions on what she would look like kept entering his mind, no matter how hard he tried to flicker them away. Lucas's hopes were high as he looked on at himself in one of the stained mirrors of the guards' barracks, seeing how polished he looked. Maybe this could be enough, enough to spark the chance of dancing with the lovely Princess Bramble.

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[madame moiselle]

Princess Josephine Evrole of Argonia

A woman without her sisters is like a bird without wings. The Queen

Josie obeyed her sister and put her selected dress on, without needing help. It was a pale blue gown with white lace covering the top and hinting at the bottom. A pretty blue bow was tied neatly behind her back, and now, all she needed was the perfect hairdo to match the perfect dress. Josie listened in at all the talk around her; she sensed something between Ana and Bramble, but it was too faint to be worth pondering on for now. She had smirked as Bramble turned and told them that the reason she gave Lucas was the worst lie ever. Josie bubbled with silent anger as her older sister told them the real story; Emile had cut her with his blade. Josie knew that if she were Queen right there and then, she would order his arrest immediately.

But she wasn't. She was just plain old Josie, the youngest of the four Royal sisters, and too smart for her own good.

Josie watched as Analise worked on her hair; Josephine wished it to be a low, neat braided bun, styled in such a way that gave off the impression of elegance, yet also be hinted with the refreshed sense of simplicity. Josie remembered how her mother loved this hairdo, and would perform it effortlessly, capturing the very essence as well. Analise was not their mother, therefore she had trouble with making the hairdo work. But Josie didn't care; Analise was still her sister, no matter what.

Josephine's eyes widened as Bramble's words on Emile and Prince Frederick. Drugging and room-searching were also in the mix and Josephine made sure to keep a sharp ear out.

When Ana had finished Josie's hair and left to join her sister in lacing Bramble up. Josie almost seemed to lean in, trying to listen, making sure to keep up the impression of being distracted by putting a little blush here and there. That proved useless, since she couldn't hear a thing, unfortunately, but grinned as Ana turned around, sassily claiming that the very sight of them will make all the men's jaws drop. Josie wasn't very interested in making men's jaws drop, but she was excited for the food and the dances that will take place. Mostly the dances. Oh, how she adored dancing.

Dance is the language of the soul, thought Josephine in her mind, echoing the thoughts of the sisters' mother.

Suddenly, a tap on the window and Bramble's abrupt movement snapped the girl out of her thoughts and made her turn around, lips parting in surprise at the sight of Damon. Uncivilized commoner, thought Josephine, more than a little annoyed, hearing Bramble's angry response as she opened the windows. Josie turned back to the mirror, only catching bits of their conversation.

I got your ring, said Damon at one point. Planning on drugging....working on your party?....Oh I see......happy to tell them that you're a--

Bramble's brusque answer cut him off immediately, attempting to close the window. Even with her back on the entire thing, Josephine could tell that Damon had stopped her, and was whispering something. All Josephine could catch was, 'They need to know'.
Josephine felt Bramble's weary gaze on them all, as if checking if the girls heard their conversation. Josephine just kept applying blush, appearing distracted, but her mind was completely and totally focued. Her gears were turning, wondering, questioning, trying to put all the pieces together. Questions ran through her mind:

Was Bramble planning to drug someone?
What was the ring for?
Happy to tell what exactly?
What do they need to know?

Josephine sighed internally. Too many questions, with little answers. How she hated that.

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Rosie watched her sister as she did her hair. Flashbacks to when her mother used to do her hair and her sisters sat around the vanity danced around in Rosie's head. She smiled softly to herself at the memories. If only her mother was here now; maybe things would be different. She shook of the sad thoughts and focused on the matter at hand, getting ready. Rosie really couldn't seem to focus today; there were so many distractions. Once Ana was finished doing her hair, Rosie got up and went to the door where Ms. Adler was standing, waiting with her dress. Rosie thanked her handmaiden before closing the door and coming back in the room. To her surprise, Damon, Bramble's friend, was sitting on the balcony. She made a bit of a squeaking noise upon the presence of the boy. She carefully watched the two, waiting for him to leave so Rosie could get dressed. Once gone, Rosie got out of her day dress and slipped on her ball gown. Ana's remark about being the center of attention made Rosie giggle. She was glad that Ana could still find some happiness in all of this mess. Rosie went to the mirror to examine herself and all she could think was "I hope Gwynyffer likes it..."

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Amelia paced around anxiously as she waited for the knight, Gwynyffer, to get to the stables. There were things that she needed to be doing, like getting ready for the ball tonight. But she didn't want to be rude, and she could tell that the princess had taken a liking to the knight so Amelia waited. Finally, she arrived and Amelia gave Gwynyffer a polite bow. "It's fine. I only planned to teach you a few easy greetings and such. Please pay close attention to what my fingers are doing and where they are placed. It is very easy to mean one thing, but say another in sign language." Amelia taught her easy things like "Hello" and "How are you?" She also taught the knight "My name is Gwynyffer." "We'll have to learn the alphabet another time. It's easy enough once you've learned it, but it takes a good time to learn. I think the Princess will be pleased with what you know so far. And I will be there to translate for her tonight. I will see you at the ball, Lady Gwynyffer." She gave the knight a polite bow again before scampering off to get ready and meet the princess before the ball.


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[redroseknight]

Usually a poor student, Gwynyffer's tutors would have given anything to get the kind of results Amelia managed. The knight paid very close attention to the placement of hands to say the few phrases taught to her. Once she was sure she had a solid grasp of them, a bright smile curled on her lips. " Thank you again; I shall indeed see you at the ball." Gwyn bowed to the young woman then took in a deep breath. "Wish me luck, Cathan, I will need it tonight." She gave the horse a pat on the nose then left the stables.

She only made a couple of wrong turns before reaching her quarters, and she was grateful that it was slightly removed from her fellow knights. "No lets see, where could Erin have placed...aha!" She found the chest with her clothes finally, and searched until she found the gown she was looking for. Removing her armor and padding beneath the armor was the part of this affair that took the longest. Once that was complete, she changed into the dark green ball gown. It accentuated how lean the knight had been beneath her armor and showed a slight bit of her porcelain skin. She tried to tame her vibrant red curls, but she could not. As always, they remained wild as they spilled over her shoulders to reach the middle of her back. It was symbolic of how no mattered how society tried to tell her how a young lady should be, there would always be a part of Gwyn that was defiant.

You clean up nicely, Gwynyffer. Now let us just hope that Princess Rosaline thinks so. Her heart began to race at the thought, but she tried to contain her excitement. Time for the ball was drawing near. Before leaving the room, she belted a slim sword to her side. In a foreign kingdom with whom they had previously been at war with, Gwyn could not be too careful. There was also the added effect of the sword being her badge of knighthood. She had earned her place as a knight through shedding blood and tears, and she was not about to let anyone confuse her for anything but the knight she was. Let their heads explode as they tried to figure out how a weak woman could also be a capable warrior.

She took in and deep breath to soothe her nerves then calmly stepped out of the room to begin her trek to the ball room. Gwynyffer was giving herself ample time just in case she became lost or otherwise detained.

 

[PicaPirate]

Andrew smiled to the boys response. While his idea of what made a good match still needed some work on, though that was likely just his own naïve age, he was fairly pin point for the rest of it. Indeed, these people seemed to have what they believed to be righteous intentions, though he couldn't say what intentions Leo's actually were, who was likely more wisened to reality. Otherwise though he was right.
"Indeed, I'd rather spend as little resources as possible actually fighting wars, it is a waste of resources if it can be avoided. Politics is undervalued by many. And you are right, this country would be downtrodden and suffer terribly. But instead, it shall survive under the Elfian empire, with citizens not slaughtered, or its produce and economy shattered to pieces. We get a functional place to work with, rather than just a big area of land with some resources and scarce amounts of people with great distrust who may easily rebel not too long after.". When the maid with the refreshments came, he nodded at them in appreciation, then waited for them to leave after saying "You may leave now.". After they had left, he took the drink and sniffed it slightly, just in case, but smelled nothing. Well if he couldn't by now smell anything funny, then only he was to blame. He sipped the drink and then sifted through the clothes that were brought here earlier by his own staff and picked out a different outer attire as mentioned before. Practicality was still not sacrificed but this time they looked more fashionable for once. It still had all his hidden protective gear and weapons too, he wouldn't have it any other way, the gloves and knives he put back into their place behind a curtain where he changed rather rapidly on his own. He also still had his sword by his side, but he wore that in part ceremonially so it made sense. "Get changed if you must and prepare for the feast. You will be my food taster for this evening, as you have before.". Andrew hadn't been a taster for him for terribly long, but he was taught all that was needed and has had the experience, it wasn't exactly the most complex role in the courts. Plus he trusted the kid.

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

Spoiler: Festive Wear

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Ana tried her hardest to keep the shock from her face. How had Emile found out about her late night activities? That was a secret that did not need to be out in the open and she planned to make sure of it. She of course took into account her sisters warnings but she believed this was out of her hands. It would be something else she would do on her own, along with a many other things. As she was finishing the final touches of her appearance, the window opened and she whipped around. How many freakin guys did Bramble know? And why were they all interrupting their little sister time?​

With her arms folded, she listened to the conversation the two were having and made a mental note. They needed more guards around blind spots. If Damon could get up to her room, who knew what someone else could do? Then she heard him mentioned something about Bramble's ring and gave her a look. After Bramble shooed him away, Analise managed to snatch the girl's ring from her hand. She gave a groan and stood in front of the door.

"Let me make one thing clear." She was also signing the words so Rosie would understand. "Under any circumstances are ANY of you to do something that could prove to be catastrophic for our Kingdom. You'll be on your BEST behavior--that means YOU Bambi--and show our guests that we are civilized ladies. Is that understood?" She finished her speech, mostly saying this words towards Bramble. The girl had good intentions, granted, but Analise feared those good intentions to be horribly misplaced. "Now if you're all ready, I think we should make an appearance."

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[Misty Gray]

Spoiler: Andrew's Clothing

Andrew returned Frederick's smile and maintained it as the Prince continued to speak, echoing what the boy had said. He nodded along, proud that his opinion was acceptable and no faults were made apparent. It felt good to think his words hadn't been contradicted, and had potentially even been appreciated. As Frederick changed, Andrew focused his attention back to the window where he could observe the beautiful gardens. Once he was spoken to again, he turned to face Frederick and listened to his next orders. Being given the duty of tasting the Prince's food was a mixed affair; it wasn't the kindest of jobs but it pleased Andrew to know he was trusted enough to do it. He really couldn't complain. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he said, giving a quick bow before leaving the guest quarters.

Andrew eventually made his way to his sleeping quarters, but not before taking a detour to the gardens to have a sneak peek at the hedge maze. Besides, he knew it wouldn't take him long to get dressed as he only really had one outfit that would pass off as suitable. He was hardly showered in fancy clothing. Once he was dressed, he stood at the bottom of the staircase where he expected Frederick and any of the Elfians accompanying him would pass on the way to the feast.

Spoiler: Edward's Clothing

Edward had managed to keep busy guiding the staff in the kitchen and banquet hall. When everything, in his eyes, was finally perfect he took a step back and stood by the entrance of the hall, observing the large room in its entirety. It was spectacularly elegant and pleased his eyes greatly... but he truly hated it. He would rather set the whole thing on fire than watch the evening go ahead in Frederick's honour. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to suffer through the latter option. The longer this day went on, the more his mood reflected his chosen black outfit. Despite his own unhappiness, he still reminded himself that things were even worse for Ana. He'd still have his freedom - not matter how miserable, but she would be stuck with Frederick.

"You've done enough now. Relax and find that smile before the King and the princesses arrive," Olivia told Edward. "Leave the rest to the servants and me," she demanded, before walking away to make sure the servants were where they needed to be. Edward stopped listening to her at the word "King". He and the King needed to talk the next morning.​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Bramble narrowed her eyes as Ana wrestled the ring from her fingers, angrily folding her arms across her chest as Ana layed out the ground rules, specifically to her, she threw up her hands in mock surrender. "Relax An," Bramble said as she deftly snatched the ring back from Analise. "Nobody's getting stabbed," Bramble grinned, her blue eyes alight with micheif, "Not tonight at least."

Bramble glided past Ana, and opened the door before turning around to face her sisters. Signing so Rosie could understand, "Now lets go dance out feet off, and I'll try not to garrote any suitors." Bramble joked wryly, before she turned and glided out of the room, adjusting her fresh wreath of baby's breath, her tightly strung corset flushed her cheeks, he'd dress made her look like a white and silver flower, she looked so innocent and pure, much different then from whom she was actually. Bramble placed the ring on her index finger, inspecting it as she stopped and turned, waiting for the rest of her sisters.

She wondered if Lucas would be at the ball, if he was a good dancer, or if he would dance with her at all. She couldn't keep herself from thinking about him, ever since she'd bumped into him that morning, she couldn't stop her eyes from looking at every corner to catch a sight of his bright blue eyes. But she'd lied to him, what was worse was that he knew it. She was an excellent liar, so why couldn't she lie to him? What threw her mind off track? It was him. It had to be. Maybe he was a spy, one of Emile's perhaps? Maybe she should drug him. Although he seemed awfully young to be a spy, even if he was about her age. She couldn't trust anybody in her own home. She was far too clever to see anything as a gesture of kindness.

Spoiler: Bramble's Wear

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

Spoiler: Festive Wear

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Ana groaned when Bramble snatched the ring back. What a difficult child. Later they would have words but for now, they were going to make their appearance at the ball. Analise led the group of princesses into the ball room where music was playing and people were waiting. King Leo was already sitting at the head of the table and stood as his daughters were introduced into the room. Analise took note of his features and how tired he looked, becoming concerned about her father's health. She still managed to smile at all her guests as she took her place in the front of the room, along with her sisters. 'Edward has outdone himself this time, getting all of this ready.' She thought to herself, scanning the room for his face. While getting ready she had decided it wasn't all his fault and that she did indeed owe him an apology for slapping him.

"I thank you all for coming tonight, to celebrate my betrothal to Prince Frederick of Elfian." The words felt like fire coming out of her mouth. It hurt her in every way to say such a thing, but this was the sacrifice she would have to make. "Soon, our kingdoms will be joined together and live as one. No longer will either side have to lose people to unnecessary wars. Prince Frederick, or should I say, husband--" This gained a lot of chuckles from the crowd. How Analise could be so calm and collected was beyond most. Even herself. "--Welcome to Argonia." After her final words, she took her seat and the music ensued, followed by servants carrying plates of food.

King Leo smiled, looking down the table and all his subjects. It was a small, sad smile that appeared on his face. He knew that this may be the last time he had the people that he cared about in this one area. He looked over his daughters one by one, starting with Analise. How grown up she had become, so much like her mother. Stepping up to take care of her sisters was something he never saw coming, but he was grateful for it. Watching her smile and laugh was something he was going to miss for sure. Then there was Bramble. She seemed to always act out, but it wasn't completely her fault. She was a free-spirit, the trait that she most definitely inherited from her mother. It wasn't a bad trait but it was one he hoped wouldn't become her downfall. His favorite, he would keep a secret, being Rosaline. It may just have to do with the fact that even with her disability, she had risen to the top. She was very talented in more ways than one and didn't let the fact that she couldn't hear stop her. And little Josie. So young yet so grown up. She was a fiery little sprout and he loved her for it.

These were the memories he was going to cherish for the rest of his time. Even the ones of little Edward running around before he became his advisor. Never would he have thought this young boy would become someone so important to him. Analise noticed the glossy look her father had on his face and glanced up at him while she was in mid-laugh. He smiled down at her and it was with that smile she knew she couldn't be mad at him forever. That and that something was terribly wrong.


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[madame moiselle]

Lucas Astor

She will not be a flower, picked for her beauty and left to die. She will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget. Lucas Astor

This was it.
The ball.

It was grander than Lucas imagined. The ballroom was exquisitely decorated in ravishing designs and rich fabrics, the floor freshly waxed and the flowers garden-fresh. The grandest of them all was the golden chandelier in the middle of the large room, it's luminescent candlelights bathing the ballroom in a golden glow. All the men and women of the court surrounded the area, dressed in luxurious gowns and suits, tailored by the best and personally designed. Some were stylish, others were outrageous, and still others were smothered in so many jewels and gems that it made Lucas wonder how on earth did they manage to walk, let alone dance.

Lucas and his friends had arrived rather early, and were watching all the noblemen and women stream in, secretly laughing and gossiping about the rich behind their backs as everyone took their seats. Well, it was mostly Nathaniel. Nathaniel filled Lucas in on the names and occupations of each wealthy individual. However, there were so many, Lucas soon lost track. He only could remember a few: a plump, fat noble named Lord Wilbur the Second, who was in charge of the mining of silver and gold far off in the Eastern Mountains. Another, Sir Julius Crow, a retired knight, was very respected by the King, said to have fought in over seven, treacherous battles against the Elfian kingdom during his career. Lucas admired all the medals the old man wore, trophies of his past victories.

Suddenly, David neared the group of three who were hanging around near the tables, his clothes stained and face etched in a drunken grin. "Where the hell have you been, David?" inquired Sir William, gazing at the man disapprovingly. "Just wen'out for a drink," answered David, his words slurred. Nathaniel grinned and Lucas rolled his eyes, knowing it was more than just one drink. "The ball is about to commence," responded William, his voice just above a whisper, tone harsh. "Go and get yourself cleaned up before you do something you'll regret."
David shook his head, his expression hurt. "What? Don't ch'you trust me, Willy?" All he got for an answer was a cold, hard stare. David ignored it and turned to the younger men. "Well, you wouldn't believe what I saw just as I came in here, boys," he said, grinning like a fool. "The l-hiccup-lady knight struttin' in all lady-like and dressed up like a doll. Ha! Can you believe it?"

Nathaniel chuckled. "Really? I bet that dress fits her better than any suit of armour!" David nodded, happy his friend caught his enthusiasm. "That'd be true, Nathan," he responded, grinning. "I was thinking I'd ask her for a dance. Though she is a knight, she is still a woman. A shapely one at that." Lucas smirked, answering for the first time in the conversation. "I wouldn't be surprised if her dancing is better than her swordsman skills," he said, leaning against a pillar. "That is, if she has any." At this, David burst into a bout of drunken laughter, drawing more than a couple incredulous stares from others. William nudged him hard in the ribs and shoved the big man a cup of wine, to keep him quiet.
Lucas tried to ignore the stares from other nobles, a blush creeping on his cheeks. Maybe saying such a thing wasn't a good idea after all.

Thankfully, everyone's attention seemed to not linger on him and his friends anymore. In an instant, everyone's gazes were on a particular spot at the table. Lucas's breath hitched as he realized the Princesses had come.

And they all looked absolutely stunning.

Princess Analise was draped in a beautiful nightly gown, the top decorated with beautiful golden threaded designs that seemed to trickle down the waist and down to the bottom. Princess Rose was adorned in just that; a ravishing satiny pink dress that flourished in hundreds of tiny beaded and threaded roses, filling the upper part. A laced pink train was attached to the back as an accessory. Lucas smiled at Josephine's pretty blue gown, accompanied by a white lace top and a fitting big blue bow sitting neatly at the side of her waist. They all seemed to have the same, matching hairstyles; neatly braided buns with wreaths of ornamented flowers upon their heads to serve as crowns.
They all looked absolutely phenomenal, diamonds in the sea of jewels.

However, what really made Lucas's jaw drop was Princess Bramble herself. Her skin practically glowed, and her appearance made his heart skip two beats. Her gown's upper half looked as if an entire pail of sequins had spilled over it, sparkling and dazzling the eye with every movement. Soft, silken, white fabric flowed from the waist to the floor, and he imagined how it would revolve around Bramble as Lucas made her spin in an imaginary dance. Her lustrous hair was fashioned in the same style as her sisters, with an alluring crown of flowers rested on her head.

But Lucas knew beauty wasn't the only reason why he loved her. It was her spirit, her bravery, her outgoing nature that attracted him. She was everything he wished he was, and knew he could be. His secret love for adventure always stirred whenever he was near her; something that never happened at home. Lucas realized he may never get her, but she was definitely unforgettable.

"Shut your mouth before a fly comes wandering in, lad," interrupted a hushed voice, slightly amused. It was Sir William. Lucas blinked, realizing he had been staring. "Sorry," he apologized, reddening. "I--I just never had seen such..such beauty before. It's bewitching." Sir William nodded in understanding. "Aye, don't fret. Your heart's a naive one, not used to the sight of glamorous women. Indeed, it is a sight to behold; they are all beautiful, especially Analise. The Prince is truly lucky."

Lucas nodded, his attention now on Princess Analise's speech. She seemed calm and composed, despite obvious rumours about her defiance against this marriage. It almost seemed as if she was ready to accept it. Lucas wondered if this was all just an act, and if it was, she was playing her part flawlessly.
As soon as she finished, food was instantly being served, and the music began playing. Lucas kept gazing at Princess Bramble, trying to muster up the courage to walk up to her and ask. But it seemed his courage had suddenly disappeared. He was just too afraid---but why? Lucas knew she was going to reject him. He was no more than a village boy who knew nothing on how to read or write and an obviously naive, love-struck young guard who knew almost nothing about the outside world. But what he made up for those cons were pros, like his strength. Not just physically, but strength in determination, strength in loyalty and strength in dedication. And Lucas knew that, if there was ever a chance, he could be strong in love too.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

"Oh, now, let's not go overboard."
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Bramble muttered from behind Analise, listening to her speech about the kingdoms and Frederick. She did her best to ignore the King. Out of all the sisters, Bramble held grudges the longest, burying her anger into spite. She could never forgive him for this. Her eyes looked for Lucas in the crowd, her eyes bright with ambition and hope. Instead, they landed on flame-red hair and icey blue eyes.

Emile Hasard dressed elegantly in all black, how fitting. He had no sword, but upon closer inspection Bramble knew he had a hidden knife under his suitcoat. His red hair was styled into a sleek ponytail, pulling his skin right across his specter of high cheekbones. His dead eyes. Bramble couldn't help but feel an ounce of satisfaction at seeing a darkish taint on one side of his face at his cheek, where she had struck him. She felt involuntary shivers run up her spine as his dead eyes bore into hers from across the room.

She held his glare, the seconds seemed to have ticked by slowly. The music snapped both of them out of their heated gazes. She looked around at her surroundings, guests had filled the ballroom like brightly colored bouquets. Edward has outdone himself. With all the livelyness, she failed to find Lucas, her hope began to slowly diminish.

Nearly an hour later, Her eyes caught Damons, whom had been flirting with some servant girls, but winked at her from across the room, she internally groaned when she saw what he was jesting about. She tore her attention away from Damon and to the approaching man. Bramble found herself quickly clasped on the arm of Fairweller, a good friend to the King. Despite being...himself.

She glowered at Fairweller’s black-gloved hand on her arm, escorting her. Why did the Damon have to shove Fairweller in her direction? Fairweller wasn’t bad looking, and he was young—especially for a Lord. But, heavens! She'd get Damon for this. Perhaps another fall down the stairs was just what he needed.

Fairweller, was a thundercloud. He never smiled. The only color he wore was black, even his waistcoat and cufflinks, giving the impression of a sleek, overlarge spider. With the added disadvantage that you couldn’t squash him.

“How is your wife, Fairweller?” said Bramble. “It’s a bit early for the baby, isn’t it?” She asked him politely with an uninterested expression, already hating the start this evening was taking.

“I hardly know,” said Fairweller.

Bramble gave him a dangerously sweet smile.

“I hope you’re good at dancing,” she said through her teeth. “Or this ball will be completely ruined.”

Fairweller brought her into perfect dance position.

The musicians began a new tune, and Bramble stepped off in waltz time with Fairweller. To her surprise, he was a masterful dancer. He swept her along the dance floor, guiding her about the corners and between skirts, flowing perfectly with the music. In fact, the only thing wrong with dancing with Fairweller was…well, dancing with Fairweller.

The waltz ended, the lord escorted her to the edge of the ballroom, and Bramble was flocked with gentlemen all asking for a dance.

The lively music, the decorations, and the dancing transformed the ballroom into something almost magical. Bramble nearly forgot, as she danced the jigs, promenades, and waltzes, that the night was to celebrate a new enemy that'd kidnap her sister in theee months tops.

She grinned inside every time a gentleman took her into danceposition and his eyebrows rose, and rose even farther as he would lead her about the ballroom. Sometimes she swore she saw Lucas, watching her. But she could never stop to glance back. They swept past ladies in chiffon and lace, their hoopskirts swaying with her breeze. She danced lightly, followed at even the slightest of touches, had a firm frame and strong form, and never forgot a step. By the time the gentlemen escorted her to a velvet chair at the ballroom’s side, they beamed and complimented her on her grace. Bramble returned the compliment with a sleek, deep curtsy that made her white skirts swath the floor in a silky puddle, and giggled inside when their mouths dropped. One day, she was determined, she would be quite as graceful as Mother had.

Spoiler: Bramble's Wear

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(Sorry, sorry it's bad, but I'm exhausted. Night!)

 

[redroseknight]

Gwynyffer took in a deep breath and counted to ten to rein in her temper.
Many nobles had paused in their conversations to watch the female knight pass, only to talk not-so-quietly about her. Was she truly a knight, or was this some sort of joke to mock Argonia for how poorly they had been doing in the war? Wine was bound to make this a more tolerable night. Except the loud mouthed braggarts from before were all speaking. And there went her blood pressure when she heard their comments on her.

Smile, Gwyn, and let the gauntlet be thrown while you let them continue thinking you are incapable.

"It is so kind of you to have such assumptions of my abilities," she said to Lucas, feigning a brilliant smile. Her gaze moved from Lucas to David so she could address him."I fear that I shall have to decline your invitation for a dance, sir, since I have more pressing matters. It was oh so gracious of you to think of me, however. There has been so much tension between the knights and guards of Argonia and our own knights that I am going to petition my liege and the king for a friendly tournament of arms."

Any further comments were silenced by the appearance of the princesses, her gaze shifting from Ana to Bramble then halting on Rosie. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and her heart ceased beating. She looked so radiant that Gwyn was helpless to look away. The hue of the dress really complimented her already gorgeous blue eyes, and her dark hair was pinned up to accentuate the graceful, swanlike quality of her neck.

Snapping back to the present, Gwyn gave the young guards a curtsy. "It was a pleasure, gentlemen, I do hope to see you in the list." She turned from them and began to approach Rosaline, mentally going over everything she had been taught by Amelia just an hour before. Her hands started to falter for a moment when she was just a few feet away from Rosie and reeling from just how stunning Rosie looked. She was able to pull herself together, though, and used her hands to sign her greeting to the princess. Her heart leapt to her throat as she prayed she had signed everything correctly and that her shaking hands hadn't been terribly noticeable.

 

[Jess Buck]

Spoiler: Rosie's Festive Wear

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Ana gave a small warning to her younger sisters about behaving and Rosie just rolled her eyes. She knew the warning was mostly for Bramble but she nodded along anyway as to not make Bramble feel bad. She giggled softly to herself as Bramble sauntered in front of everyone out the door. Rosie was met by Amelia who was dressed in her formal servants wear. Rosie nodded to her and signed
"Thank you for coming Amelia. You look lovely." Amelia knew Rosie was just be polite but she gave her princess a polite curtsy.
"Thank you Your Highness." She signed back. The whole entourage of the Princesses made their way to the ball room and upon entering Rosie felt her heart began to pound dangerously. There were so many people and they were all staring at her. She held her hands just above her waist and rung them nervously. She signed to Amelia.
"Do I look okay? I feel as though everyone's eyes are on me..." Amelia smiled
"You look as lovely as ever Princess. And it seems you've caught someone's eye." Amelia gestured toward Gwynyffer. Amelia could tell that there was something going on between the Princess and the Knight, but she kept her mouth shut. It was definitely none of her business. Rosie looked over to the knight and the pounding in her chest grew in intensity. Having the knight's gaze on her like that made her mind go wild. "Does she think I'm pretty? Is she even interested in me like that? And even if she was how could I ever face my family? How could I ever be the Princess my kingdom needs? Rosaline, focus, get yourself together, she's coming this way." Rosie did her best to clear her mind of worry and doubt as Gwynyffer made her way over. Much to Rosie's surprise, Gwynyffer greeted her by signing. Rosie's eyes lit up as she smiled brightly at the readhead.
"Hello Lady Gwynyffer! Where did you learn to sign?" Amelia translated for Gwynyffer before explaining to Rosie that the knight had asked her to teach her sign language. Rosie smiled at Gwynyffer and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear bashfully. "I appreciate your interest in learning how to better communicate with me..." She said, and as Rosie signed, Amelia spoke for Gwynyffer.

 

[redroseknight]

That thing you do with your lungs where you push air in and out? You might want to start doing that. The full force of Rosie's smile left her completely breathless, her heart thudding rapidly in her chest. I would do anything for you was the response eager to burst free from her lips, but she managed to catch herself before she made an even larger fool of herself. "I am generally a slow learner, but thankfully I have a skilled teacher" she praised Amelia with a grin.

" I fear that there must not be a moon in the sky tonight. It couldn't compete with your beauty, so it was forced to hide in shame." The words were said before the filter between her mouth and brain could stop them, and she internally cringed.,Oh that was subtle. Face it, girl, you are barking up the wrong tree. She is a princess;she isn't going to want you. Stop giving yourself such ample opportunities of being rejected even as her friend. If you are lucky, she is going to let that one pass.

She managed to somehow keep her rising panic free from her expression, though her fair skin had obtained a distinctively dark pink hue. "You have shown me more kindness than I am due by speaking to me, truly it is the least I can do to learn how to communicate with you most effectively." She had noticed that the princess did not have any refreshments. "Do you wish for anything to drink, your highness? I would be most happy to retrieve it for you." As much as Gwynyffer wished for wine for herself, she as keenly aware of the fact that she needed to not dull her senses. As it was, she was intoxicated just from Rosie's presence.

 

[Jess Buck]

Spoiler: Rosie's Festive Wear

Rosie could not hide the bright red blush from Gwynyffer's kind words. She could feel her face growing warm and her she could hear her heart racing in her chest. "Relax Rosie, before you pass out..." She thought to herself. But she smiled to Gwynyffer and said
"Thank you..." Amelia kept up with the conversation perfectly. As Rosie signed, Amelia spoke and as Gwynyffer spoke, Amelia signed. Rosie made a mental note to praise and reward her later. Upon hearing the knights question Rosie smiled and shook her head.
"I am fine, thank you Gwynyffer...is it alright that I call you Gwynyffer?" Rosie's blue eyes met with green ones and she prayed to whatever god was listening that she wasn't being too forward. All she wanted was stare into those emeralds for the rest of eternity.

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[redroseknight]

"You may even call me Gwyn if it would please you, your highness," she offered, knowing that the grin curled on her lips was not bound to be going any where any time soon. To be spoken to so informally...it at least alleviated any fear that Rosie was just being polite.

"If there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask," she offered both the princess and her interpreter. This conversation would be completely impossible without Amelia, so the redhead was planning on figuring out something nice to do for the girl.

"You and the King's advisor spoke of your studio where you have your art," she recalled, having paid due attention to any information she could glean about Rosie. "What is your favorite medium? I am going to guess..." The knight lifted her hand to her chin, a playfully thoughtful expression on her face. "May I see one of your hands?" she asked, trying to remain casual as she held out her hand.

 

[Jess Buck]

Spoiler: Rosie's Festive Wear

Rosie couldn't believe that Gwynyffer had remembered the small mention of the studio. It had only been said in passing and lord knows Rosie would have forgotten had it been her. "Maybe she does like me.." She thought to herself. "I mean, she remembered that I enjoy art and she's asked to see my hand...don't read too close into things Rosaline. She may be like this with everyone..." But her heart wished otherwise. Her eyes stayed locked on Gwyn's as she held out her hand for the knight.

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((Sorry the post is so short.))

 

[redroseknight]

(It is fine, don't worry!)
It was like standing too close to a tree during a like strike. Every nerve ending in her hand felt like it was on fire the moment Rosie's hand touched hers. Her gaze shot up to look at Rosie's eyes, wondering if she was just as affected as she was. She hadn't felt anything that profound before, and while it was thrilling..it also terrified the female knight. Part of her mind told her to disengage, to run away and only fulfill her duties as she was required to do. It would save her from the inevitable pain of rejection. The other part of her heart, the reckless one that was the source of most of her defiant actions, urged her to just see where it went. No one else besides Meredith had made her feel close to this, so she should enjoy the experience while she could. She could cry into Cathan's mane later when it all fell to pieces.

Once able to breathe and choosing to listen to the devil on her shoulder, Gwyn lifted the princess's hand up to examine the fingertips in detail. "Charcoal is a beast to remove completely, I am impressed that you are able to do such a thorough job," she teased, gently touching Rosie's fingertips to confirm her suspicions. "I am going to go out on a limb and assume painting is your preferred medium." The knight looked up from Rosie's hand, a bright gleam in her eye.

 

[Jess Buck]

Spoiler: Rosie's Festive Wear

Rosie felt her heart leap out of her chest as the knight took her hand. She couldn't look away and she couldn't catch her breath as she tried to focus on what Gwynyffer was saying. "Relax Rosaline...breath...she's just...holding your hand..." She told herself. The knight made a comment about charcoal and it made Rosie giggle. She had used that method once, and was appalled by the mess it made her hands and clothes. Ms. Alder nearly murdered Rosie when she came back to her room covered in black. Rosie had ruined one of her nicer day gowns. Which in retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea to wear a nice gown in an art studio. She smiled and reluctantly took her hand back to sign.
"Painting is my prefered method...however did you know?" She asked, she hoped Amelia conveyed the flirtation she was trying to give. Amelia was becoming quite uncomfortable around the two women. But she had a duty to her princess and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious as to how this would all turn out.

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[redroseknight]

Rosie's soft giggle lightened the knight's heart, her smile remaining bright. She was pretty sure that she caught a hint of flirtation, but she wasn't completely sure since translation lost things sometimes. Especially if it was subtle. Gwyn turned Rosie's hand so that she could show her. "The solution used to thin the paint tends to burn the fingertips. A.." she paused, thinking of how to word it. "Former friend of mine used to complain about it hurting, especially the one time she mixed the solution incorrectly.." Even after two years, the thought of Meredith still drove a dagger of pain in her heart and it showed in a flash in her eyes.

To cover up the moment of weakness, Gwyn smiled and released her hand. "It is a small detail, but I notice the small things when they are important to me. Perhaps I can persuade you to let me see your artwork some time. I shall admit I don't have an artistic bone in my body, but I would like to see your work."

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

All of Analise's training must have paid off. That was the most convincing speech she had ever given. Everyone would now truly think she was okay with this whole marriage thing and it was fantastic. She didn't really have much of an appetite, she rarely did these days. So instead she socialized with others that were present. Royal officiale, wealthy families that got invited and so one. She took note of all who had attendeded, including Emile Hassard. How wonderful that her new enemy decider to show his face after what he had done to her sister. A low growl was emitted from her throat as she walked in his direction. No one was going to get away with threatening her sister or herself. Once she was standing in front of him, she curtsied and gave him an icy smile. "Mr. Hassard. How nice of you to attend my engagement party. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She asked him. Not that she was truly interested, but she di want to hear his intentions. Why was he really here roaming about with that smug look on his face? Did he truly think he could do whatever he pleased to do? He was sorely mistaken if the thought ever did cross his mind. She was starting to realize there were more enemies present in this one room than she actually liked.
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[Ms. Sparrow]

Emile Hasard, turned at the sight of Analise, so clever yet protective at the time. Compassion or some nonsense like that. He dipped into a bow so low his nose almost touched the floor, his black cape rippled straight behind him as he straightened, so sleek and graceful. Catlike.

"Ah, my lady," he said, his voice smooth as chocolate. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He smiled, not failing to notice the ice in her tone. This was all a battle of power, control.

"I wanted to congratulate you on your wedding of course," he paused, "We dearly hope your fiancé will...tame your wild habits. To become the best Queen possible. " Emile smiled thinly, while his cold eyes did not. He sipped a drink from the red wine glass he held in his long fingers. He was referring to her habit of sneaking out at night, he continued with his speech, "A shame your sister hasn't yet, some would call her actions, ah, less then admirable, even illegal perhaps." His tone was soft and low and even possibly amused.

His cold eyes flicked to a servant whom had inched closer to the pair. Cartier was his name, a spy of Bramble's. He was young, perhaps fifteen, he held a tray of assorted goodies, and stared at the dancers brushing by him, though his attention was really on Ana and Emile, eavesdropping on the conversation.


Bramble was much too distracted to see Ana's and Emile's interaction, dancing with another gentlemen as she gracefully swept about the floor, as the dance ended, she finally caught Lucas'a appearance, his refined look startled her as she stared at his elaborate vest with intricate gold designs. She froze, feeling a wave of butterflies rise in her chest, but the good kind. She stood at one of the tables, blinking. She didn't even notice she was staring at him an eyebrow raised in surprise, he looked breath taking, dashing. She wondered if he danced...

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[Misty Gray]

Spoiler: Edward's Clothing

Edward remained stood at the front of the room, watching everyone arrive. He wouldn't sit down until all of the Argonian royals and the Elfian Prince had arrived and taken their places. He was also appreciating the friendly conversation and small talk he was having with the guests, some people he only saw on special occasions. When it looked like things were about to get started, he knew he couldn't put things off any longer and took his seat with the Leo, the princesses and Frederick. "You girls all look beautiful. Your mother would have been so proud," he told the princesses, signing for Rosie. He' knew their mother from when he was a boy and he always wished she was still alive to see them shine. Perhaps the Queen would have talked Leo out of the arranged marriage before he'd gone too far.

Until Ana got up to make her speech, Edward had done a good job at minimising any attention towards her. Seeing her standing in the beautiful gown made it impossible for him to not gaze upon her. She was always stunning, but he'd never given into his attraction before today, and suddenly he couldn't stop paying attention to her and how much he loved her. Every word she spoke about her future husband felt like Edward was being stabbed in the heart. Whether Ana meant her words or not didn't change it. Just the idea of her marrying Frederick was enough. When Ana took her seat, he looked into her eyes for a brief time before diverting his attention to the servant who placed a plate of food down in front of him. He looked at his food for a time as he realised he didn't have much of an appetite. He saw Leo from the corner of his eye and observed the weary King before deciding against questioning him in front of Frederick. "I do hope everything is to your liking. I can't begin to explain how hard your servants have worked today," Edward told Leo, hoping to distract his own mind from his concerns for the King.

Edward's attention was then drawn to Emile. He generally got along with the man and he had no proven basis for concern. However, there was something about the man that Edward couldn't pinpoint but still made him cautious in the back of his mind. The fact there was a bruise on Emile's face only made him more suspicious.​