Ms. Sparrow
Queen of SHIIIPS
It was exactly one month after the attack of Relandra, the murders of the King and Queen, and since Malice took the throne. Things weren't any better. Many walked on egg shells, others calmed down, especially the nobles and wealthy citizens, whom Malice seemed to favor, though he was still cruel and cold. Tonight would be better, it was a "celebration" after all.
On in this night, Malice himself hosted an event. In the palace of Relandra, a beautiful ball was being held, to celebrate the new King, though many were not celebrating. All the dukes and duchesses, lords and ladies, nobles and wealths were "invited" from all five kingdoms. And who could refuse King Malice?
Guests danced in the beautiful ballroom, where musicians played a beautiful orchestra on one side of the room, in a corner. A dessert table on another side of the room, with cakes and pastries of all sorts, dough balls, cream buns, chocolate rolls, etc. Ladies in corseted dresses some only dreamed of, dressed in bright silks and chiffons billowing with each step. They spun and twirled, their partners dressed in black and white, taking their hands and sweeping them into dance as they spun and twirled to the orchestra. It was quite lively, mainly due to the circumstances that Malice was unable to attend, some rumors of rebellion in Dwalip that he himself had to "take care of." Even palace workers were allowed to attended, including the tutor, the caretaker, and head of the royal guard. Although servants and guards were still on duty, guards stood at random places in the palace, watching silently, or joking around in a group, able to relax without Malice. Servants frantically rushed around, formally dressed, but serving those that sat out dances, occasionally refilling the dessert table, etc.
The trees arranged in the corner of ballroom, had left an empty pie-bit sort of space, now filled with all eleven siblings. All eleven of them, crowded about together, hidden, pressed between the trees and the wall. A pair of yellow-green eyes watched the dancers through the ribbon and silver-decked pine leaves.
It was tradition. All twelve siblings always watched every ball. Last year, when another type of ball was held, all twelve had huddled outside in the bushes, watching through the paned window, huddled for warmth. None of them were of age to attend balls, and were not allowed in. Now, the eldest was able to attend the ball, and Bramble, and the eleven other siblings had snuck into the ballroom at tea time. Malice had ordered them stay inside and have locked them in their room, but Bramble had of course, broken them out.
"It's not so bad now that we can't feel our legs." Bramble grinned, her lips turning into a wry smile. "It's a bit squashy but it's worth it." Bramble spoke to her siblings, her yellow green eyes filled with a delight, along with a glint of mischief.
On in this night, Malice himself hosted an event. In the palace of Relandra, a beautiful ball was being held, to celebrate the new King, though many were not celebrating. All the dukes and duchesses, lords and ladies, nobles and wealths were "invited" from all five kingdoms. And who could refuse King Malice?
Guests danced in the beautiful ballroom, where musicians played a beautiful orchestra on one side of the room, in a corner. A dessert table on another side of the room, with cakes and pastries of all sorts, dough balls, cream buns, chocolate rolls, etc. Ladies in corseted dresses some only dreamed of, dressed in bright silks and chiffons billowing with each step. They spun and twirled, their partners dressed in black and white, taking their hands and sweeping them into dance as they spun and twirled to the orchestra. It was quite lively, mainly due to the circumstances that Malice was unable to attend, some rumors of rebellion in Dwalip that he himself had to "take care of." Even palace workers were allowed to attended, including the tutor, the caretaker, and head of the royal guard. Although servants and guards were still on duty, guards stood at random places in the palace, watching silently, or joking around in a group, able to relax without Malice. Servants frantically rushed around, formally dressed, but serving those that sat out dances, occasionally refilling the dessert table, etc.
The trees arranged in the corner of ballroom, had left an empty pie-bit sort of space, now filled with all eleven siblings. All eleven of them, crowded about together, hidden, pressed between the trees and the wall. A pair of yellow-green eyes watched the dancers through the ribbon and silver-decked pine leaves.
It was tradition. All twelve siblings always watched every ball. Last year, when another type of ball was held, all twelve had huddled outside in the bushes, watching through the paned window, huddled for warmth. None of them were of age to attend balls, and were not allowed in. Now, the eldest was able to attend the ball, and Bramble, and the eleven other siblings had snuck into the ballroom at tea time. Malice had ordered them stay inside and have locked them in their room, but Bramble had of course, broken them out.
"It's not so bad now that we can't feel our legs." Bramble grinned, her lips turning into a wry smile. "It's a bit squashy but it's worth it." Bramble spoke to her siblings, her yellow green eyes filled with a delight, along with a glint of mischief.