Fantasy The Devil's Throne - IC [Open]

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood
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Christopher stared blankly at Jocelyn as she told him there had to be a less cruel punishment. They were all under the illusion that this was his decision. As much as he wanted to correct them and tell them it was the King's orders, it would only belittle his own authority and open them up to try appeal to him not to do it. "The point of the punishment is to make Elena learn from her mistakes. This punishment is clearly enough to do that, so locking her in her room would only provide her with relief." The King wanted to see his daughter punished and upset, so now he would.

When Rosalind, Jocelyn and Elena eventually left, Christopher turned his attention back to the men around him. "Guards, you're crowding me. I suspect it will take some time for the horse to be prepared and I think we're all making to the man nervous," he said, pointing to Maxwell. They were his personal guards and were used to taking his orders rather than the King's. "Go wait by the main gates and the horse will be brought to you when ready. Go now," he ordered the two men. Once they'd left and walked far enough away to not see the stables, Christopher cleared his throat and leaned back against the stable's door frame. "Remove the saddle from the horse," he ordered Maxwell.

"Your Highness, I just-" Maxwell began to argue. He'd just been ordered to prepare the horse and was now being ordered otherwise. By now he was certain the Prince was intentionally testing him and trying to push him into some sort of reaction. As far as Maxwell was concerned, he wouldn't give the Prince the satisfaction. He'd been around long enough to know how reacting could get him into a whole heap of trouble.

"Didn't I just tell you not to hesitate when I give you an order?!" Christopher snapped. "You do what I tell you to do and you do it without question. Please!" Maxwell's worry turned to surprise upon hearing Christopher actually say "Please". As ordered, he began removing the saddle from Alistair, completely confused as to what the Hell was going on. Christopher stepped forward and paced a small area of the stables as he contemplated what he was about to do. The recipient of the horse wouldn't know they were getting a gift until they received it and the letter his father had written merely mentioned a horse. "You said there are plenty of fine horses, like this one. Is that correct?"

"Yes," Maxwell said, quickly nodding his head. He lifted the saddle from Alistair and kept hold of it as he turned to face Christopher.

"Good," Christopher replied. He then pointed to the saddle in Maxwell's hands. "You will put the saddle onto the most suitable horse and you will swap it with this one," he said, referring to Alistair. "Princess Elena's horse will be kept in the stables with the work horses and this secret will be kept between just the two of us. You must not speak of this to anyone. Understood?"

"Yes. I understand," Maxwell replied. He kept his face serious despite a smile threatening to show on his lips. He was relieved Alistair wasn't being sent away and also glad the Princess might get to see her horse again.

Mentions: Bellz (Rosalind) ElectricDandellion (Elena) Melanin-Gxdess (Rosalind)

Next Day Coming Up...
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[Misty Gray]

Chapter 2 - The King's Birthday
~~~ Late Afternoon ~~~

The morning had been spent putting the final touches into making sure the large ballroom and banquet hall was fully decorated and perfectly presentable for when the main festivities began inside the palace. Any guests arriving had been directed to the beautiful gardens where the summer sun complimented the day. A stage had been erected in the garden so a play about the King could be acted out - a very complimenting and idealistic play, some might say. The likes of Christopher would have scoffed at the whole thing, knowing the King was far from the saint people believed him to be.

As the afternoon went on, everyone was led into the large and elegant room where the main festivities were to be held into the night. On the stage, the musicians played in order to entertain the guests and royals present until the King and Queen would finally make their grand entrance. Security throughout the palace was significantly increased, should anyone be in attendance will ill intentions.

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Maxwell Tanner
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Maxwell had been up bright and early the next morning. He'd being helping ensure the kitchen's were stocked up with fresh fruit and vegetables for the evening banquet. He'd been given strict instructions to keep himself clean and presentable throughout the day as he was to remain inside the palace during the party to help the other servants. He knew it would be impossible to stay clean on the farm, so he didn't change into his clean clothes until he was to stay inside the palace. Still, dirt usually managed to find Maxwell, so he was making extra efforts not to get anything spilled on his clothes.

Maxwell stood out of view as he gave himself a breather before the King and Queen were to enter. He'd already been awake, and working, for twelve hours and Christopher's little secret the previous night had done nothing to help him sleep easy. Still, he was glad to know Alistair was staying where belonged, in the palace grounds. He just wondered how long it would be until Elena could know the truth as she'd appeared distraught last night.

"Noooo! What are you doing?!" Maxwell suddenly spoke out and rushed over to the maid who was messing up the fruit display by carelessly placing more grapes into the mix. "There's enough fruit already. Take the rest back into the kitchen until some of it has been eaten." He sent the girl a reassuring smile and gently squeezed her shoulder to encourage her. He was surprised at how nervous the staff seemed, considering they worked inside the palace and served food as their main duty. Suffice to say, life was much calmer and less stressful outside of the palace. All he needed to do was survive the day without making a mistake or drawing the wrong attention to himself, then he could go back to working outside where he felt less suffocated.

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Cassandra Summers​

Cassandra had split her time between socialising outside with the guests and sneaking inside to help the servants. She'd probably spent more time working, but who was counting? Her feet should have been aching by now and her corset restricting her, but she'd by now grown used to working long hours in uncomfortable clothing, so it didn't bother her as much as it once had. She did what she could to help the servants, without risking getting her elegant cream and gold dress messy. It wasn't an easy task, especially when a nervous maid almost walked into her whilst carrying a some jugs of juice to the refreshments table.

Cassandra noticed Maxwell in the sidelines, awaiting any orders that would be thrown at him. She didn't doubt he would rather be anywhere else than inside the palace right now and she really couldn't blame him. She knew he spent most of his days outdoors, which he was grateful for and she sometimes envied that about him. She hoped everything would run smoothly this evening as there were a lot of eyes on the family, so the behaviour the previous day couldn't come into play tonight.

As guests began to enter the room, Cassandra stepped away from the other servants and made it look like she hadn't been working. She had to force herself to relax and have fun now.

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((You can have your characters arrive in the ballroom. I will have the King and Queen arrive once everyone else is there.
Christopher post to follow. This is taking longer than I thought. Distractions... ))​

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Christopher's day had been spent patrolling the palace grounds with two of his guards close behind him. He'd been ordered by his father not to dismiss them today, given there would be a lot of visitors to the palace and therefore security was to be heightened. The Prince had stopped upon the play taking place in the garden and stood shocked at how the people swallowed everything they were told. Their good, gracious and merciful king. Such fools to believe such lies.

The Prince finished greeting the guests that mattered and ended his duties in the afternoon so he could get dressed for the evening's festivities. His parents had requested he didn't wear black for the party, to distance himself from the 'Dark Prince' name he'd been given. Dark purple was a lighter colour than black, so he begrudgingly agreed to it and dressed in the clothes Arabella had set out ready for him.

Christopher had managed to avoid his family for most of the day, taking some of the fruit from the garden party as his lunch. Besides, he was far too busy to be sitting around the table with his family at that point. So, he was anticipating a frosty atmosphere where Elena and Jocelyn were concerned, the whole horse issue still being a fresh and sore subject for his youngest sister. He wasn't going to let them dwell on it, though, so would shoot them down the moment they attempt to criticise him.

Once ready to attend the ball, Christopher straightened himself out and concealed his daggers, before heading out of his chamber, presumably with Arabella following. After all of the whining and complaining the previous evening, his first point of call was Rosalind's chamber. He stopped outside her door and knocked loudly to get her attention. It would look best if they both entered the party together.

Bellz (Rosalind)
Mention: Emotional Enigma (Arabella)

 

[ElectricDandellion]

(Her face, makeup and hair)

Spoiler: Elena’s dress

(With a small shawl to cover her shoulders, though she isn’t walking into the ball with it on)

Elena Ravenswood

Elena had begun to make her way into the ball on her own, no one walking with her in particular. As she walked up the steps towards the ball room, a young man, handsome, offered to take her hand and assist her in slowly to the Hall, allowing her to balance her weight as she tredged elegantly on top of each step. “You look marvellous this evening, your majesty,” He smiled, sending Elena’s heart to flutter lightly, and she smiled softly in response as he sent her a respectful bow. In return, she gently curtsied. “Thank you,” Elena looked towards him, eyes beaming. Today, she looked a lot older, as if in the last night her experiences had led her to become more mature facially. She learnt that she had to be much more polite toward her father, especially if she ever wanted anything she loved to stay where she wanted it to. The mere thought of Alistair made her smile falter.
“Are you okay, princess?” The man asked, and Elena slipped him her gaze quickly, red lips parting into a beautiful grin. “Yes, I’m sorry.” She mumbled, sending him a gentle nod. “Just deep in thought is all,” Elena quickly added as he automatically escorted her into the ball room.

Feeling herself suddenly pause, she looked over at the decorations and food. It all looked so magnificent, never had it ever looked so grand. Even better than last year’s ball. And the music...the music practically massaged her ear drums it was so elevating. Eyes skimming the whole room, she felt her heartbeat in her ears, completely mesmerised by the work the staff had put in, and how far their work had come. She was sure she’d personally go and thank them later on the evening. They had outdone themselves. But, dragging her out of her thoughts again, she heard the man’s melodic voice speak up again. Within the bustle of the crowd making their way onto the dance floor and towards drinks and food, she was sure she hadn’t heard him correctly.
“Pardon?” Her soft voice spoke up as she looked back up towards him, eyes locking on his beautiful sky-blue ones placed perfectly onto his chiseled-by-the-gods facial structure.
“May I have your hand for a dance?”
Elena’s cheeks almost turned the same colour as her dress as she shyly dropped her gaze momentarily. Someone had willingly asked her to dance? It was definitely strange to her, an alien action at that. Usually it was her older sisters that got asked to dance, or her older brothers asking women to dance with them. Elena was usually far too young to be asked to dance. Her sour mood, avoiding family all day, had suddenly turned. The mere gesture of some young man- possible mid twenties- wanting to dance with her had her heart in flips, changing her mood completely.

“You may,” Elena replied in return, placing her hand in his that had been outstretched as she allowed him to lead her towards the other dancers, who momentarily paused to allow the princess through and glare at the man who had managed her hand to dance. Since the last ball, she had grown up rather fast, and it must’ve been a surprise to the guests to see the youngest royal child quickly growing up. As they reached the floor, Elena took a deep breath, trying to remember everything Cassandra had taught her about dancing. He lifted his hand, and she placed her hand flat against his as they began to dance and how the others dancing began to follow in suit, the two in the middle of the crowd of people, though she knew when Christopher and Rosalind would walk in, they would be at the centre. As the dance finished, the two bowed towards each other. Another young woman tapped on the man’s shoulder, asking for his hand to dance the next song. Elena didn’t blame the woman, smiling softly in her direction. “Thank you, your majesty. It was a pleasure,” Elena felt an involuntary grin spread across her plump red lips. “Thank you, it was a pleasure to dance with you also,” She nodded as he walked away with the other woman, leaving her stranded on the dance floor.

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[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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Alexander let out a soft chuckle. "It's too bad tomorrows all booked on everyone's schedule, they could use that etiquette class." He paused noticing the time displayed on his watch. "I'm sorry to cut this so short, but I should get going." Alexander sighed, "I still have to make sure night shift is all good and ready for their shift. That and I have to make sure all the guards will be ready for tomorrow, some of the new recruits still seem lazy and hard-headed but they must be on their best behavior tomorrow." Alexander let out another soft sigh as he began to turn away, tomorrow was gonna be busy.

He paused before leaving and turned back toward Cassandra "Try not to work yourself to the bone tomorrow." He gave a charming smile toward her. "I will see you around." Alexander then turned again and headed out to do the rest of tonight's work.

The Next Morning​

Alexander woke up early, like he always does, and began making sure his guards were in order and ready for the day. Before any of the guards left their rooms Alexander made sure they were dressed properly and knew what their duty was. There were to be no mishaps today. No fooling around, no slacking off, no wandering away from their posts. Alexander made that very clear to his men, anyone caught doing anything out of order today would face not only his judgment but that of the kings.

Alexander made sure everything was in place with his guards, taking multiple walks around the castle and its grounds as the morning continued. After his rounds, he went back to his quarters and changed into something a bit more for the occasion. Though his clothing wasn't the most extravagant or flashy, he looked well dressed and clean. It worked well with his charming nature and he felt comfortable to move around in.

After he was dressed he double checked his sword and daggers, he would be ready for anything today whether it was petty drama or a surprise attack. He didn't enjoy all the extra company and guest that would be wondering the grounds today, but it wasn't his discretion so he couldn't complain.

Alexander made his way out to the garden area, meeting with a few of the guests while also checking in with guards, making sure they were in their posts and doing what was needed to. He then helped lead the guests inside to the room that had been set up. It looked wonderful, everything very elegant looking and dazzling to stare at, the staff had really worked hard to make sure this turned out fabulously this year.

With the guest happy and everyone begins to dance and enjoy themselves, Alexander moved off to the sidelines watching for a few moments before heading out of the room to go find the king and queen, he would be one of their personal escorts and guards to the banquet tonight and he refused to keep them waiting.

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[Bellz]

Rosalind Langston​

Rosalind did not have the chance to relax like she would have hoped throughout the next morning, instead, she had a whole day of grooming ahead of her for the party that evening. Hattie had been clucking about once again, ordering the other servants to fetch everything needed to get the Queen to be ready for the night. It was a big night for appearances after all, the arrangement between herself and Christopher had been announced a while back, but this would be the first real appearance of them being together. First impressions were everything, so Rosalind knew what she had to do. After being poked, prodded and scrubbed to perfection, Rose had just finished being placed into her gown, now looking into the mirror at her own reflection when there was a knock at the door. Her eyes looked to it from the mirror as Hattie stumbled and bumbled away from her to open it. Immediately her facial expression changed from its bubbly form to a fear stricken one. Rosalind could only guess who it was as she stepped down from the platform she was on, the seamstress finally finished securing a part of the skirt that had torn slightly.

Her eyes looked to the maids surrounding her and she cleared her throat. "Some privacy ladies, please." She said, her tone powerful and unwavering as the maids quickly filed out of the room. Hattie curtsied clumsily to Christopher before following the rest of the women out of the room as well. Rosalind slipped on her shoes before walking over to the Dark Prince and offering a smile. "Something other than black, I must say I am in favor of this color." She looked down at the dark purple, nodding her head. Rosalind didn't expect to be complimented in return, and she didn't mind in the slightest. Instead, she offered him another smile and held out her arm. "Can't leave them waiting, your highness."
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[Emotional Enigma]

The next morning, after Arabella had gone back to sleep after first waking up to her throbbing ankle, had been hellish. She had changed her clothes but it seemed more than just her ankle had takn a beating. Her shoulders and back ached from the long ride and her thighs ached from the movement of saddling Zeus more times than usual in such a short span. She changed into a messy, work dress and grabbed her notebook. She had awoken early enough to help setting up the banquet hall, but had to take a few breaks to sit and rest her ankle. While she was sitting, she couldn't help but watch Maxwell rushing around with the staff. Her eyes felt comfortable looking at him, like he was a calming presence. But she soon left the staff to their duties and returned to her quarters. She pulled some bandages she usually used for her hands when she'd cut herself with the grooming shears, and wrapped it around her ankle tightly. Then she dressed in a long, red dress and threw her hair up. She loved to dress up but she hated that the other servants felt bad enough for her as allow her to borrow a dress from the castle storage. She rolled her eyes as she observed the dress on herself. She felt foolish, who was she truly trying to impress? And would it matter? Unless they were the prince himself, she saw no point in the beauty standard she was setting for herself.
Alas, she left her room again and made her way to the prince's quarters. Christopher had already awoken it seemed and was not in his room. As she turned, she caught a brief glimpse of him strutting down the hallway now lit with the evening sunlight. It seemed so different now, warmer than the night prior. Arabella tried to briskly pace to Christopher but stopped short, wincing as her ankle forbade her to put pressure on it. She bit her lip and eased her way to him as he entered the dressing room. Secretly she wished he'd trip because surprisingly he was rather quick on his feet this evening despite his lack luster appeal to it last night. Arabella entered the room to see Rosalind standing in the light of the windows in a beautiful gown. Mentally, Arabella scoffed at extravagant dress but outwardly, she bowed and stood behind Christopher in the room. As Rosalind waved the seamstrisses away, they shuffled out behind Arabella and closed the door.
"Good evening, your majesty," She bowed to Christopher and then turned her attention to Rosalind, "You look stunning," White teeth parted her red lips and a strand of her dark hair falling from grace, "I expect you'll be heading to the banquet hall, is there anything you would have me prepare for you?" She addressed the question to them both but suspected Rosalind wouldn't want anything.
Arabella didn't expect to enter the hall this evening just as she hadn't last evening, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't somewhat hope it'd end sooner rather than later. She raised her notebook, "It seems there will be a lot of guests here today who are eager to talk with you, would you like to go over any talking po--" Arabella gasped slightly as she stepped down on her ankle, "--talking points, excuse me," Hopefully her gasp sounded like a hiccup instead.

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[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Christopher simply sent Hattie a tense nod as she passed him. Her manner was clumsy and off-putting, when this evening needed to be controlled and perfect. When Rosalind stepped into view, the man's eyes immediately looked over her hair and then her dress, taking in every detail to check it met his standards. He looked back to her face when she mentioned his own attire and a faint smile made a brief appearance across his lips. "Ah, so you think purple is my colour? It's not my preferred choice, but it will suffice," he informed her. Really, he quite liked it himself and her compliment only cemented his fondness for it. "It appears you have also made a good choice. The colour and style were practically made for you," he assured her. "You'd best avoid the tree tonight so your gown can remain perfect." That was his way of saying she looked beautiful and even though he'd played it down, his complimenting words were still a rarity to be heard.

Christopher took Rosalind's arm, knowing she was right and they couldn't keep everyone waiting. Neither could they arrive after his parents and risk stealing the old man's thunder. He knew there would be enough attention on Rosalind and himself, being that this would be their first public appearance together. He would have to be on his best behaviour and he didn't doubt his jaw would ache by the end of the night with the false smiles and conversations. Still, he'd had practice in switching on the charm and today was just another day of acting.

Before they could leave, Arabella arrived on the scene and greeted the couple. "Yes, we must make our way to the celebrations in good time." He thought about her question and tried to recall if he needed anything more. "No, I believe we have everything we need, for now." When she asked if she needed to go through talking points, he slowly shook his head. "No, I believe I will be fine without them." Christopher made a point of researching those guests considered important and those he wasn't quite aware of, he would surely find away around any obstacles. Still, a backup plan was always a good idea. "You will place yourself inside the banquet hall throughout the festivities, should Rosalind or I require your assistance. You can assist the maids so you're not standing idle." There was something a little off about Arabella and that odd gasp/hiccup did nothing to hide that. "Your manner is odd. What is it?" he bluntly asked.


Bellz (Rosalind) Emotional Enigma (Arabella)

King Robert Ravenswood​

The King had remained in his study for most of the day, having sent Christopher out to welcome the guests until the evening celebrations began. Krista hadn't been overly impressed by his behaviour the night before, but he wouldn't apologise for it. Christopher and Elena in particular had needed to be put in their places, which he believed he'd managed to do. A horse was a horse to him, but he knew Elena thought otherwise, which is why Andrew, or whatever its name was, had been taken away from her. Robert needed everyone to be on their best behaviour tonight and there would be Hell to pay if they weren't.

Once he was dressed for the evening, Robert stepped over to Krista. "I will be outside the door, my love. I'm just going to make sure our guards are ready. Join me once you're finished," he asked her. He then glanced to her gown. "Though you do look magnificent already!"

As he walked towards the door, his steps slowed as he caught himself short of breath again. He would be glad when this was over and he could relax again, figuring the stress was getting to him. He pulled open the door just in time to see Alexander approaching his chamber. "Alexander. Good evening. Krista is almost ready," he greeted the man, stepping out of the room and closing the door. "I trust everything is in order?" he asked, both referring to the security measures and everything else around the palace. "Have my children been behaving themselves?" he curiously asked.

Angelofwishes7 (Alexander) Melanin-Gxdess (Krista)

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Arabella nearly dropped her notebook when Christopher asked her what was wrong in such a blunt way. She lowered the notebook to her side and bowed her head again, "It's nothing, your majesty, I'm sorry" She stepped out from behind him as to give him and Rosalind space to leave the room, "If you would prefer my presence in the hall, then I will be there for assistance." Her face held no such emotion as she looked away from the couple. She was a little more than thrilled to finally be included but also nervous of the guests. They had always seemed rather rude to the servants and with Arabella's hotheaded nature she was sure she would show difficulty in maintaining her composure. Still, the opportunity did excite her. She desired to speak with Maxwell as she had forgotten this morning, for obvious reasons, after she had promised to bring him a strudel. Funny how she traveled for a strudel and returned with a sprained ankle, surely he'd see the humor. Meanwhile, her shoulders and legs cried to be stretched. They were stiff from her awkward, careful walking and tense conversation in her attempt to seem as normal as she had the day prior.

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[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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As Alexander walked down the corridor, he saw the king step out from his study. Alexander smiled as he approached the king he gave a respectful bow. "Good evening my lord. I'm glad to see that you're all ready for tonight's events." he paused, listening as the King asked about the order of everything. "Yes, the staff have done a magnificent job setting up and keeping the place in order for tonight's events, and they are working well with one another to keep the guest's needs fulfilled and happy." Alexander paused for only a second, taking a short breath. "The guards are all in position. They know their orders and they know what will happen if they even try to step out of line. They've already had their warnings and they know what to do and who to speak to if anything does go wrong. " For a brief moment, Alexanders tone turned a bit colder and serious as he mentioned if any of his staff stepped out of line, but it quickly returned to his usual charming and optimistic tone.

When the king mentioned his children Alexander thought back when he last saw them all today. He could remember seeing a few, such as Elena out dancing and Christopher in the halls and mingling with the guests, but some of the others he had only seen when passing them in the corridors while checking up on staff. He had gotten no complaints or heard any arguments so far, so he had nothing concerning to report. "Your children have been on their best behavior my lord, they're all very well dressed and have been watching their words and actions very well. Christopher has been greeting and mingling with some of the guests and I had seen Elena dancing and enjoying herself earlier."

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[Melanin-Gxdess]

After the events of last night, Jocelyn was sort of stressed.

Being the elder sister was just as difficult as Christopher being the eldest brother. While she didn't have the responsibility of becoming their kingdom's leader as Christopher was, she did have to set a good example for her younger siblings still. Lately, she realized, she hadn't been. The previous night's dinner was proof of that and while she was NOT going to apologize to the girl, she was going to try and be nicer. Key word being 'try'. She was standing in front of the mirror, examining herself and getting lost in her own thoughts. How had she even become this way; so cold and blunt? Years ago she was fun to be around and spoke to everyone. 'That night,' she thought to herself. 'That night changed you forever.' She would then begin to think of that night, the one where she was tricked by someone she called a friend into getting in bed with what was basically a pedophile. Her breathing got heavy and one of the handmaidens rushed over and placed her hand on her shoulder. It was a shock to Jocelyn and she flinched, staring at her with wide eyes. "You won't speak of this to anyone, do you understand?" She told her. For a while now, Jocelyn had begun having panic attacks and was keeping it a secret from everyone. Only, the maids liked to gossip.

Not too much longer, she made her way into the ballroom, also alone. She never really walked to these things with anyone, taking the opportunity to get her mind right. Especially after her latest attack, she would need to. That and because it was her father's own birthday. The peace needed to be kept which meant her blunt and cold attitude needed to be kept in check. Having to suppress her personality was exhausting and very annoying, but she would do it. When she walked through the doors, people turned and bowed to her and she did her best to give a smile. Unfortunately, her icy expression did not change much as she nodded her head. 'Wine. I can do better if I have wine.' Immediately she found herself a cup of wine and drank from it, knowing she was going to need a lot. She looked around the room and noticed Elena dancing. Her sister looked a little better from the night before and it was sort of a relief. It meant she didn't have to coddle her about the horse. She was going to converse with her, but seeing that she was dancing with a handsome man, she wasn't about to interrupt. That's when she noticed Maxwell off to the side and walked towards him.

She hadn't seen the man in a few days and was pretty interested in seeing him. "Well, well, well. Hello stranger, how are you?" Her voice was playful and not at all like how she would probably speak to others. She liked talking to Maxwell and even being around him. He didn't act as timid as the others and held interesting conversations with her.

Spoiler: Outfit 2

After the events of their family dinner, Krista took to the chambers she shared with her husband and remained there for the remainder of the night. There were tons of things she wanted to discuss, mostly with her own husband, but she figured it was useless. Once the man set his mind to something, it was very difficult to get him to change it. Her own handmaidens told her of the punishment her son gave his sister for her outburst during dinner. While Krista believed in disciplining her children, taking away her beloved horse was a bit much to her. She knew it wasn't her son giving those orders, but her husband and she cringed. It added on to her regret at not having stopped this manipulative relationship long ago. However, it added on to her determination at making things right again. If she could do this, she thought, then she could fix the broken pieces of her family.

Taking a deep breath, she looked herself over in the mirror and managed to put a smile on her face when Robert joined her. After he complimented her dress, she gave him a small kiss on the cheek before running her hands over his clothes. "As do you, my love." She said, barely above a whisper. While he walked out, she noticed him slow and his breathing increase. It concerned her a little, but he left the room before she got a chance to inquire about it. 'At another time.' She told herself. Before she would leave, she made sure she was presentable and joined her husband and Alexander outside. "Hello, Alexander." She said to him, lacing her fingers together in front of her. "How are you this evening? Not working too hard I hope?" She asked, standing next to Robert."

Spoiler: Outfit 2

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Maxwell, Robert ( Misty Gray ) Alexander ( Angelofwishes7 )
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[Misty Gray]

Maxwell Tanner​

Maxwell had seen Elena enter the ballroom with the gentleman who she then proceeded to dance with. The young princess looked much better than the previous night and she was also starting to look older than the girl who used to play around with poor Grace. He hoped things would start looking up for the princess now, but he knew never to expect too much happiness for too long in the palace. His thoughts then turned to the horses and the farm. He would be much more comfortable outside working, rather than standing around in the middle of the king's festivities with little to do.

Maxwell turned to see Jocelyn playfully greeting him. She seemed to be in a pleasant mood this evening, which made him feel slightly more comfortable talking to the princess in public. He wasn't sure how well it would go down once Christopher and the king were present, though. "Good evening, Your Highness," he said, with a respectful bow of his head. "How am I? I'm certainly stranger in here," he remarked. "I'm good, even if completely uncomfortable and out of place in this ballroom." He'd noticed her dress when she walked in and knew better than to be seen looking a princess over, so kept his eyes on her face. "How are you? You look very elegant, I must say." He knew his place and hoped his choice of words was respectful.

Melanin-Gxdess (Jocelyn)

King Robert Ravenswood​

Robert was pleased to hear the staff had all done a good job and that his important guests would not have a disappointing evening. He was also comforted to hear the guards knew their duties and positions, so should not step out of line or allow themselves to become lazy or distracted. "Thank you, Alexander," he said, briefly patting the Master of Security on the shoulder. "I expected no less of you," he pleasantly told him.

A smile crossed the king's face as heard his children had not been causing any trouble - hopefully that would continue for the rest of the evening. Christopher was clearly making an effort to spend time with the guests, as ordered. It was also good to hear Elena had been enjoying herself rather than still sulking about the damn horse. The king turned to Krista as she joined them and placed his arm around her waist as he allowed the queen to converse with Alexander.

Angelofwishes7 (Alexander) Melanin-Gxdess (Krista)



((I'll post Christopher after Rosalind's responses.))

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

(Hair and makeup^)

Alexandrine Williams​

“Oh look! The balls most dreaded guests!” Alexandrine said loudly with false enthusiasm, a rather sly, secretive grin tilting her naturally red lips upwards into a rather smug expression as she spotted three snickering girls watching them, one of them glaring daggers at Alex. Alexandrine returned the glare with a mocking, oblivious cheery wave, and if looks could kill even ashes wouldn’t be left of her.

“Shhhh! The King will have your head if he hears you!” Violet snapped, in a worried tone naturally the two standing against the wall, watching guests interact, until the three women arrived, Alexandrine had been watching the King through observant, and rather hateful brown eyes.

Alexandrine let out a exasperated huff at her fellow maids spoiling attitude, she could never have any fun with any of the maids it seemed, which is why Alexandrine always seemed to be forsaking her responsibilities as a maid, and going horse-riding in the early morning, before dawn even peaked and lit the sky in its warm glow. The ballroom was splendid, it’s bright candle-light illuminated its marble floor, pristine clean due to the labor of servants and maids, now so carelessly walked on by its guests. The King had gone all out this time for sure. The ballroom glittered and sparkled with extravagant dresses of blushing, fawning ladies, hanging on the arms of their gentlemen’s, dressed in usual boring black. The whorls of colors and false smiles made her miss her own dresses, now sold, or dusting away in her closet back at home. Obviously, she could’ve grabbed one for such a...festivity. But she also knew how the Game worked. Dress to pretty and outdo the noble girls, and you’ll receive more than just a few sneers and insults. Although she wore a simple dark blue, satin dress that gently flowed down to the floor, and revealed a daring amount of her collarbone, along with just a hint of appropriate clevage, it wasn’t what made them stare. Alexandrine’s natural, clear, olive skin, her dark brown doe eyes and brunette long ringlets tied up into a pretty updo, along with the subtle amount of makeup that accented her stunning natural beauty even surpassed those of the noble girls with most prettiest dresses and most expensive makeup. Of course, now that she was no longer of a high title, they assumed they didn’t need to wear they’re false smiles and compliments, and attempted to rip her down to the bone with their razor sharp words.

Alexandrine shoved the tray of drinks she was supposed to be passing out to guests, angrily into Violet’s hands, who shook her head in warning as the flock of noble girls approached. She knew them all of course, once above them in noble status and now rock bottom. The flock of approaching girls led by Lady Serina, and following Lady Brianna and Lady Allison.

“Lady Alexandrine! It’s so good to see you!” Lady Serine exclaimed, folding her hands over her beautiful dark-yellow dress, a bit too exquisite with it glimmering thread and jewels, it made Alex flinch in distaste. Serine gave her an obvious lookover, she pursed her puckered bright red lips in obvious distaste, “Though... I suppose it’s just Alex now isn’t it.” Serine tilted her head and gave her an obvious false smile, the girls behind her mimicking her smile. Alexandrine’s eyes lit in obvious amusement.

“I’m surprised you’re here at all, Lady Seine!” Alexandrine responded with the same false tone, putting a hand over her heart, her tone mocking, “Especially after that little...scandal you pulled.” Seine’s face went pink, showing brilliantly against pale skin, which brought out her striking blue eyes and black hair. She had a little more facial hair than most ladies. Her scandal had come out ugly during the middle of the last ball, held in the palace, she had been cheating on her husband of two years...with two other men, one being a commoner. The three men had gotten into a fist fight in front of the whole court.

“Shouldn’t you be passing drinks to those higher then you? How does it feel to serve the very people that killed you father and drove you from wealth?” Lady Brianna sneered, her red hair braided down her back, a rather poofy lilac dress accenting her pale skin. She would have been pretty if she had more delicate features instead of that of a barbarian, a rather square jaw with thick dark-red eyebrows.

“I would assume how it feels to live a loveless life, am I correct? You’re almost thirty correct? Getting a little high up there to find a man...especially with that face.” Alexandrine said calmly with a hint of fiery heat in her tone.

“You should watch you’re mouth, maid.” Allison snarled, ivy green eyes glaring at her through dirty blonde bangs, tied back in an pretty crown updo with a light pink, flowing long dress. All three could’ve She was the prettiest of them all, and the nastiest as well. “I could have you’re head with just one word to the King.” She clucked her tongue and put her hands over her hips. “Now, serve me a drink, Alex.” Allison spat her name, her gaze and tone challenging, daring Alex to define her.

Violet nudged her with her elbow, drawing Alexandrine’s attention for a brief moment as she held out the tray, her eyes pleading Alexandrine to just obey this once, and give her the drink. But alas, her pride had already been nudged far too much this evening, and the night has hardly begun. Alexandrine knew her place.

But chose to ignore it.

Alexandrine whipped back to Allison, her face sweetly smiling in such a way she could’ve looked sickly, and her eyes hard and cold. “I don’t need a word to take off heads, all I need is one sharp blade...” she said in a low, deathly calm voice as she lifted up her dress the slightest, revealing a toned thigh, with a long short dagger strapped to it, easily concealed under her dress. All three girls paled at the sight, remembering her combat lessons and previous achievements. Violet gasped, nearly dropping her tray on the spot, her small frame nearly quivering. All three surrounding ladies blocked anyone else from seeing the blade before Alexandrine dropped the hem of her dress, and the blade was concealed again. It was true, her back was to the window. One clean slice, or perhaps two and all three heads would be rolling and she’d be out the window in a flash, however, she wouldn’t make it far without a horse, and would most likely be caught, she thought, as her gaze briefly flicked around the room and eyes the guards before resuming a it’s sharp gaze on the three flabbergasted women.

“So I suppose, you’ll just have to figure out for yourself, ladies. Do you think your word to the King will kill me before I shove my blade through you’re guts?” Alexandrine asked sweetly, her usually sweet, dark-brown chocolate eyes, now burning so hot she could burn holes in all three women if looks could kill. The four women were at a standstill, each poised to attack, either with more threats, or for Alexandrine, a blade. But she didn’t need a blade to kick they’re ass, which all three knew as well, but the threat was all the same. Violet made a whine beside her, and Alexandrine fought the urge to stomp on her foot to shut her up.

Unfortunately, looks couldn’t kill. Or half of the court would be ashes by now. Especially the King.


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[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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As the queen walks out of the room, Alexander bowed his head in respect. "Good evening your majesty." Raising his head back up, he spoke kindly "I am doing well," He gave her a kind and charming smile as he listened to the queen speak. "I do what needs to be done, your majesty. If it meant working all day and all night every single day without any sleep, I will do what is needed to keep the royal family safe and sound." Alexander spoke proudly, not a lie spilled from his lips. He would truly give his life to the royal family and he was proud to admit it, even if others thought badly of him because of it.

"If you two are both ready, We can begin heading over to the events." Alexander looked at both the king and queen before looking just a few steps away down the hall where a few more guards stood. He waved them over and watched as they all made themselves ready to also walk and guard the king and queen. Alexander looked back over at the king and queen, bowing in respect once again, "We are ready whenever you are."

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[Misty Gray]

Cassandra Summers​

The man's voice droned on in Cassandra's head as he continued to speak about his wealth and his travels. The viscount was a middle-aged widow and was clearly excited to be attending such an occasion. If only his conversation was interesting. "Oh, Lord Bentley. Somerset is a wonderful place. Your coastal manor sounds simply wonderful," she enthused. Acted. Really, her attention was divided among the people around them. Elena had been dancing with a fine looking gentleman. Even Maxwell was bold enough to be conversing with Princess Jocelyn. Spirits were high and she hoped it would remain that way when the men of the royal family arrived.

Cassandra's plastered on smile slipped from her face as she caught sight of Alexandrine in some kind of altercation with three ladies. The girl was treading dangerous waters and Cassandra was not about to let any of the servants get into trouble tonight. She turned to the viscount and smiled again, in a way she was grateful for the excuse to leave him. "Duty calls. You enjoy your evening. I believe Lady Granger is in attendance and she loves to hear about materialistic possessions."

Perhaps she shouldn't have made her last comment, but she didn't want the man to think she wanted to continue their dull conversation later. Besides, the four women now looked to be at some sort of a stand-off and she wasn't afraid to shatter that tension. "Alexandrine, I need your help," she spoke up, sending a warm smile to the three ladies. The trio were probably bitches, but Cassandra had neither the time nor patience to care about that. Besides, they were guests this evening.

Cassandra led Alexandrine to one side so she could talk privately with her. "You need to control yourself and remove that cold expression from your face. If King Robert or Prince Christopher see you like that, there'll be Hell to pay." The woman sighed as she glanced to the other maids. "I saw Grace's execution and I'll be damned if I watch another of you girls die... Behave, for everyone's sake."

Ms. Sparrow

 

[Bellz]

Rosalind Langston​

Rosalind gave Christopher a beautiful and genuine smile, her cheeks tinted pink, not expecting the compliment on her own appearance. She modestly nodded her head, the smile staying on her face as he mentioned the tree outside that was her favorite to venture off into, the one that she shared with him the night before. "I shall save it for after the party," She said, her lips falling into a soft smirk as he offered his arm to her. She took it gently and let him lead the way towards the party, but before they could move out the doors, Arabella greeted them. Rosalind gave the woman a soft smile, "Thank you dear, you look very lovely." She complimented her before falling silent letting the woman go over the details with Christopher. She would forever miss when parties were just parties, nothing more than simple fun. Tonight would be more of a tense affair, speaking of politics and keeping an image for those who were watching them. Instead of being separate for the evening, Christopher and herself would have to be the couple the public wanted to see.

Rosalind had also noticed that Arabella was acting strange and her brows furrowed in concern for the woman, as she looked to be in pain. Her eyes looked to Christopher and she was slightly appalled by the way he spoke to Arabella, it was quite obvious that she was in pain. Rosalind was about to question the girl in a much softer manner, offer assistance if needed, but she was quick to answer the Prince before moving on. The Queen to be felt now they would be late if they did not leave soon so she cleared her throat. "We should probably go now." Her voice was gentle, trying to clear the tension that was left in the air, making it hard to breathe in the already too tight gown.
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on my phone, sorry its so short, Maggie will be up after I get home!

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

"I am..." She trailed off, looking to the side. She wasn't feeling good, that's for sure. Not in a sickly type of way either, she was referring to her mental state. But, that's probably not what he was talking about. Besides, no one asked her that specific question so why ruin the conversation. "Content... For now of course." She told him with a small smile. She noticed how his eyes never left hers and she tilted her head to the side. Yes, there was a reason behind it and she knew what it was but it also irritated her. More so because one of the only men she enjoyed talking to and being around was being all stiff and weird.

"You say my dress is nice, but you haven't even looked at it." She teased. After a servant went by with a tray of drinks, she placed her empty one down and grabbed one that was full. "I don't blame you though. Death of a servant makes things crazy." After she said it, she wished she hadn't but her blunt attitude took over for the moment. She pinched the bridge of her nose and started to apologize. "I didn't mean that." Before she could say anything else, everyone was hushed as the King and Queen were both announced. 'Saved by the horn.' She thought to herself.

Krista smiled at Alexander, hearing how hard he worked for the family and couldn't help but shake her head. "Well, as grateful as we are to have you, we'd like to keep having you. Which means take care of yourself." She said the last sentence sternly and even though she was smiling, you could tell she meant serious business. Clearing her throat, she smoothed out her dress. "Now, I'd hate to keep people waiting for us too long." She nodded for him to lead the way and followed. As they walked, Krista took the opportunity to speak in a low voice with a smile. "I don't need to tell you how important today is.. Which means that we all need to keep our attitudes in check, dear." Taking a deep and not allowing him to speak, she continued. "I plan to speak with our children about this is well, but I am just informing you." It was no secret the Queen wanted all of the day to go over smoothly. It was a big day and she needed it to be peaceful. Otherwise, she may explode.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Alexandrine Williams

The tension had little more then just begun, and she was already itching to punch Allison straight into hell, a cold smirk quirked red lips as she took a taunting step forward, staring straight at Allison, who gasped loudly in response, making Alexandrine smirked at the predicicted response she’d been expecting out of her.

Unfortunately, the fun was quickly ended as Cassandra approached. She liked Cassandra, she really did. But she couldn’t ever seem to get away with anything. It seemed almost least once a day she heard Cassandra’s voice shouting at her, “Alex get off the horse!”, or “Alex get back to you’re duties,” and then there was also a lot of, “Alex stop training the guards.” She understood the concern however. Everybody was a bit more on edge since...well..Grace.


Alexandrine gave Cassandra her best innocent smile, unfortunately she’d already seen her icy gaze on the three women. As Cassandra began to drag her away, Alex made sure to stomp on Lady Brianna‘s nice foot as she passed, causing Brianna to let out a small, rather satisfying yelp. She could feel Siena glaring daggers at her back as they distanced themselves from the girls, Alexandrine looked back and shot her a brilliant, gleaming smile that seemed predatory in its own sense. She turned back to Cassandra as they stop, who instantly began her lecture. The mention of King Robert and Christopher made her slightly pale, and yet her jaw clenched in hatred and frustration. Her gaze slid to King Robert over Cassandra’s shoulder, and she found herself glaring smoldering rocks in his direction. Her gaze only intensified as Grace’s name was mentioned. Sweet, gentle Grace. She’d didn’t deserve such a fate. She’d warned Grace so many times...to just leave the princess be. But she didn’t listen. Alexandrine pictured Grace. Helpless. Alone. To be powerless while they...tortured her. She felt a chill run up her spine, an invisible snack slithering it’s way into her bones and turning her blood cold for a moment. She couldn’t imagine...not being able to fight back, her life in another persons hands. Her toes curled in her slippers at the thought. Alexandrine felt her blood begin to boil, going from cold to hot in a moments time. And as soon as Cassandra finished her lecture, she exploded.

“To hell with the King! And to hell with Christopher!” Alexandrine snapped, though making sure to keep her voice low enough so it was just above a whisper, and she wouldn’t be heard by anyone else but Cassandra. She took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself. “I get working as a maid means demeaning myself to a life of bloody servitude. Do this and do that. Really I get the ropes.” She exhaled and slowly the red color faded from her cheeks and she glanced at the floor for a brief moment and looked back up at Cassandra with a forced smile. “I’m just saying, I’m not gonna kiss ass all the time.” Alexandrine grinned malevolently, a mischevious glimmer in her warm brown eyes, “I’d never have any fun around here if I did.”

She smiled at Cassandra a triumphant gleam in her eyes, as if satisfied with herself and patted Cassandra on the shoulder. “Good talk, Cass.” She said with a grin before she turned away and made to start off back towards Violet.

Misty Gray​

 

[Nightblade]

Sebastian Aryn
The Sea Star

Sebastian had travelled for a few years, the knowledge of his fathers identity burning a hole in his mind. Sebastian had built up a reputation, shrouded in mystery of course as the Sea Star a renowned Thief. Nobody knew his identity bar the mark he left at every major theft, a star with a water drop carved into the middle. It was what allowed him to live a somewhat comfortable life.

Recently as he moved closer to the kings castle and of course surrounding city, he heard talk of celebrations for the Kings birthday. He had to fight the urge to scoff and roll his eyes. He wanted to make himself known to his "Royal" father but how. Looking thoughtful, he found himself sitting in a typical pub. He had paid for bed and board and had finished the food provided. People seemed in a jolly enough mood that even Sebastian was not immune to their good cheer. Drinking the ale in front of him, he watched as people danced and laughed generally enjoying themselves.

He had worked out his plan, with the entire palace focused on the ball it would be the perfect time to help himself to something and leave dear old dad a message. Getting up from the table, he headed to the room he had booked for himself. Locking the door, he barred it before changing out of his clothes and into the black leathers. pulling up his hood and fixing his mask. he smeared some ash across his eyes before opening the small window and sliding out.

Moving through the empty streets, he found himself staring down the palace. Under the cover of darkness, he climbed the wall that blocked off what appeared to be some gardens. It was deathly quiet as Sebastian like a cat, moved along the wall before he found a footing to climb up to a window. Holding his breath as he tried to jimmy the lock, with a slight click he was in.

No interactions as of yet but I wanted to put him at the scene.​

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

As they entered the ballroom, Christopher momentarily tensed up at the busy and jovial atmosphere. The guests were laughing and smiling, perhaps many of them merely putting on an act for the occasion. He cleared his throat, about to ask Rosalind if she was ready for this, but they were soon approached by a man and a woman. The blonde-haired man was a little shorter than Christopher and perhaps a few years older. The red-headed woman slender and of average height, her soft skin and large eyes making her appear to be in her early twenties. A broad smiled grew on Christopher's face, appearing genuine and automatic, despite being the result of a lifetime of practice. In a way, he believed himself to be a better actor than the fools out in the garden performing the play earlier that day. Christopher unlinked his arm from Rosalind's, surprisingly so he could instead place his arm around her waist. When he needed to switch on the charm he was damn good at it.

"Edward, it's a pleasure to see you once again," he said, shaking the man's hand. He then took the lady's hand and placed a courteous kiss on the back of it. "You're looking beautiful, as always, Eleanor," he complimented her. He then turned his head to look to Rosalind. "This is my wonderful fiancee, Rosalind. Rosalind, the Duke and Duchess of Norfolk." The duke took Rosalind's hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it, before the duchess sent her the warmest of smiles.

"It's an honour to finally meet you, Rosalind." The duke kindly told her. He then looked to Christopher and outstretched his arm to motion to the couples dancing. "Won't you both treat everyone with your first public dance together?" he suggested.

"Now, Edward. Whilst I would love to indulge in a dance right now, we must remember the occassion. It would be of terrible poor taste for us to steal the attention from the king on his own birthday," he charmingly reasoned. "Perhaps later." Luckily, the conversation was brought to an end on the announcement of his parents' arrival. "Speak of the Devil and He shall appear," he muttered under his breath. Christopher led Rosalind to one side so they weren't blocking the entrance. "What would you like to drink?" he asked Rosalind, noticing a maid quickly making her way over to serve them.

Bellz (Rosalind)

King Robert Ravenswood​

The king nodded along as Krista told Alexander he needed to take care of himself. "Krista is quite right. We need you around here for many years yet," he firmly assured the man. "Make sure you allow yourself some breaks over the course of the evening. The guards know their duties in the meantime."

Seeing his wife was ready and the other guards were present, Robert nodded his head. "Yes, let's head to the party now. I have quite the appetite already, so I'm looking forward to the feast." As they walked behind Alexander, Robert listened to his wife's words. "Ah, where would I be without you here to tell me what to do?" he sarcastically remarked. Still, his smile suggested he was taking her words on board. "I'll be on my best behaviour, dear. If any of our children put a foot out of line, they will be discreetly removed from the festivities and dealt with later. No drama, I swear."

Soon enough, they were approaching the entrance and their presence was announced. This was quite a routine for Robert by now, but he still managed to be attentive to his guests who had made the effort to attend the celebrations. As he and Krista made their way to their thrones at the end of the lavish ballroom, the king greeted the guests as they passed them, thanking them for attending and sending smiles their way. He was glad when he finally reached his extravagant golden seat. But first, he remained standing, everyone's attention now focused his way. He thanked the guests for attending and wished for them to enjoy the celebrations. He finally sat down, grateful for the rest which he was feeling himself more in need of these days. He wasn't the same man who had fought in battles decades ago, but he knew that was the price of growing old. As the goblet of wine was handed to him, he observed the people in attendance, having one of the best views of the entire room. He was glad to see Christopher complying with his orders, as well as his other children getting on with the whole affair in a mature fashion. He intended to remain in his seat for some time, but was always happy to let Krista work the room and socialise with their guests.

Angelofwishes7 (Alexander) Melanin-Gxdess (Krista)

 

[Misty Gray]

Maxwell Tanner​

"Well, Your Highness. I'm glad you are content," Maxwell softly told Jocelyn. The princess then teased him, saying he hadn't even looked at her dress. He defensively shook his head. "No, you misunderstand." The atmosphere was stifling and he couldn't be himself here. There were two many eyes around and likely too many judging minds. It was difficult to know how he could behave. To look upon the princess might be misinterpreted but then to not do so could offend the lady herself. He decided in this moment, there was no safe option, so he would merely go for the truth. "I already looked at your dress when you first entered the ballroom. I've been observing all of the guests and admiring their outfits. I would never manage to wear such fine clothing, especially not if it was to stay clean." Now he wondered if it sounded weird for him to admit to paying attention to people's choice of clothing. This truly was a minefield. Everything came so naturally to him when speaking outdoors.

Maxwell nodded his head when she acknowledged the effect of the maid's death. "I'm fortunate enough that I'm not always watched so closely, the distance from the palace making me mostly invisible. The staff inside the palace are still afraid. In need of reassurance they won't be punished for being friendly too."

Maxwell fell silent and turned to watch the king and queen enter. He now wondered if he was meant to do something. Pretend to be serving drinks or straightening out some display. Instead, he glanced to Jocelyn to see if their conversation should continue.

Melanin-Gxdess (Jocelyn)

 

[Bellz]

Margaret Ravenswood​

Spoiler: the dress

Maggie didn't like huge gatherings. They were troublesome because she had to put on a face for the public and unlike most of her family, who seemed to be naturals at lying and hiding, Maggie was like an open book. When she entered the room, she took note that most of her siblings had arrived well before her. She also took note of the amount of socializing that went on currently and the thought of having to talk to so many people tonight made her stomach queasy. Biting her lip, she lifted the skirt of her soft pink dress and traveled over to the far corner of the ballroom, watching as others conversed and dance, as if everything was perfectly normal. She took in her siblings conversing and smiling as if nothing had happened the night before, as if they didn't have the problems of their family weighing down on them. Maggie needed a drink. Her jaw clenched slightly as she moved over to catch one of the servants with trays, grabbing herself one of the drinks, she took a large gulp...wincing slightly at the taste of the bitter alcohol on her tongue. Swallowing it, she coughed slightly and held the glass far out in front of her. People started to take notice of her and Maggie had to turn away from the embarrassment of it all.

Her eyes looked for a familiar face to save her, a friend. She wished that Jasper was around, he would have distracted the crowd from such a scene. Once she contained herself, she stood up straighter but continued to stay in the background of the party. Her eyes watched as her parents entered the room, the party coming to a silent halt as everyone took in the guest of honor. Maggie held her breath that no one dared ruined the moment and to her relief, nothing happened. Holding her glass with two hands, she was now content once more in her little quiet corner, maybe looking lonely to some, but she was just fine...at least, that's what she tried to tell herself.

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Rosalind Langston​

Rosalind had looked to Christopher as he cleared his throat,it was clear that he was about to say something to her when a couple walked up to them. His face switched from being cold and unwelcoming to a happy smiling face within seconds. Rosalind was impressed by such a change and quickly turned her attention back to the couple in front of them. Her eyes widened ever so slightly and her lips parted as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, unexpectedly. She had barely noticed that Christopher’s arm had unlinked from hers in the overwhelming atmosphere of the party before them. Regardless she knew she needed to act natural to this type of behavior from the Prince and relaxed into his arm comfortably. Christopher greeted the man named Edward kindly before taking the red heads hand and kissing it politely. Rosalind kept a small smile on her lips until she was formally introduced, in which she held out her hand for Edward to kiss. She gave the couple a wider smile, ”The Honor is all mine.” She told Edward warmly before her hand was returned to her and the conversation turned back Christopher’s way.

Rosalind raised an eyebrow in amusement at the suggestion of Christopher and herself dancing together. They had hardly spent enough time together, dancing would be an interesting situation when it came around. Luckily, the Prince convinced them that they shouldn’t take the attention away from the king. And just when they needed some sort of saving from any persistence to dance, the King and Queen arrived to the party. Rosalind was led off to one side, as to not block the entrance, her eyes looking to Christopher as he questioned her about a drink as a maid was walking towards to serve them. ”Red wine will do just fine.” She admitted as she took in a deep breath. She would never admit it, but she was a bit overwhelmed by the party and it had barely begun.

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[Emotional Enigma]

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"No, thank you," A servant had offered Arabella a glass of wine but she felt awkward accepting, so she decided just not to. The servant nodded and proceeded to other guests. The banquet seemed to be a success but Arabella felt completely out of place. Her jaw tensed and eased with the waves of people and their conversations as she stood occasionally looking at Christopher in the crowd. She wanted to follow him, be there for his every beck and call, but watching him with his new wife almost made her vomit. She didn't feel any ill intent towards the wife, but it all seemed too fake. IN fact, she thought what little experience she had with her was quite pleasant. But she somehow wished their meeting had been more organic. At least they demonstrated some chemistry which was a good sign. Their future seemed bright so long as Christopher learned to listen to the needs of his new wife. He had a tendency to railroad people and their opinions in place of his own.

Despite her vague fondness for Rosalind, a pit of uncertainty still sat in the bottom of her stomach. It felt like someone had reached in and started twisting her innards. But it was beginning to form now in her mind; maybe she didn't care for Christopher because she was his adviser but rather she cared for him as the person she saw on her one fateful day at the castle. This made Aravella's whole system crash.
She nearly choked and lost her soul simultaneously, she couldn't have feelings for him.. That was impossible. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a familiar face somewhere, anywhere, while her mind searched for a easy excuse. Being his adviser for three years would justify whatever territorial feelings she had, or maybe it was the fast approaching death of her mother was putting her in a needy state. She settled on the approaching loss for the cause of her jealousy for the Prince's attention. She had watched him for three years and never harbored the feelings before, so the onset of stress and loss must be getting to her finally.
Arabella felt the room growing smaller as the crowd grew louder. She'd do anything to leave but alas, the Prince would surely notice her disappearance. She wished Maxwell would come speak to her, at least she wasn't attracted to him and he didn't make her blood boil. As another servant scampered by with a tray of glasses Arabella took this opportunity to finally take one. Her dainty hands tipped the glass to her lips, leaving a faint red stain of lipstick on it's rim. If she needed alcohol at all this week, it'd be today. She figured maybe if she stood still enough for long enough, she'd disappear. It was a fantastic idea though obviously not probable. With her red, hand-me-down dress she stuck out like a man in Athena's temple; unwanted.
A woman in a large, blue dress turned to her casually, "Can you please take this?" Her dangling diamond earrings and blonde hair twisted on top of her head twinkled under the lights of the room. She handed Arabella an empty glass. Arabella shook her head at first hoping to correct her about her job at the moment but then decided against it. She took the empty glass and set hers down on a nearby table. She didn't belong here among these people, but she also realized that her own inability to accept people different than her was isolating her. She sighed fruitlessly and pushed through the conversing crowd, her ankle beginning to throb again.
Arabella left the room silently, hoping Christopher would not miss her presence in the commotion. After all, he'd hopefully have his hands full with guests wanting to juicy details about his engagement. All the numbing anxiety of the crowd had almost made her forget about her sore muscles until she made it to a dark hallway and could breathe again. Then she felt all the soreness and raw pain of her ankle all over again. So long as she wasn't moving she was fine, but as soon as she wanted to be anywhere besides in the clouds of perfume of desperation and wealth, her ankle wanted to hindered her.

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[Lost]

Hector Ravenswood
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Hector stiffened as he stepped into the ballroom, the rush of laughter and merriment momentarily overwhelming. The heat seemed nearly palpable to the young prince, though he knew not whether it was simply his nerves.

He had never been a fan of gatherings like this; the political intrigue was always too much for him. Regardless, today of all days he knew he must be amicable, must pretend. Even he dared not ruin the king's birthday.

Dancers twirled around the floor, though many other attendees clustered around the edges. They were likely discussing the king, no doubt, and ways to attract his attention. Even the birthday of the beloved monarch was naught but an opportunity to many of the nobility. An opportunity to garner favor, to better their lives. From unresolved debts to political advancement, the king's favor could achieve nearly anything. And his birthday was one of the few opportunities to both see and speak with the monarch freely. As a result, on a day allegedly about him, most wanted nothing more than to use the king.

The power his father wielded was both a blessing and a curse, Hector supposed. He couldn't imagine the strain such an event placed on the man, fretting over all the hidden intentions. All of his birthdays had been rather secluded, as per his request, with only his family and a few servants in attendance. He could tell it aggravated his father sometimes. After all, quite a few political marriages were formed at parties such as these, and one less party meant a missed opportunity.

Shaking off his thoughts, the young prince continued onward. The room was packed; well-loved as the king was, it came as no surprise to Hector. Every year his father seemed to grow more popular, and the ballroom more and more populated. It was a challenge to maneuver through the crowd, and Hector had to push past more than a few people on his way to the outskirts. Few seemed to mind, as all eyes were on the king. One guest, however, whirled around to face Hector. The young prince tried to quicken his pace in an attempt to avoid the noble, but the man was persistent. He clasped Hector by the arm and forced him to turn.

He was a portly gentleman, about a foot shorter than the prince, with a seemingly perpetual scowl donning his features.

The frown lessened a great deal when the man realized whom he had stopped. His arm darted away from Hector as if burned. "P-P-Prince Hector," the noble sputtered, wide-eyed. He opened his mouth as if to continue, but no sound came out.

Hector could tell the man was afraid, and that wouldn't do. He shot the guest a smile in an attempt to ease his worrying. "No need to apologize, sir. The fault is mine." As if to emphasize his point, he bowed his head in apology. The noble was shocked, and with good reason. The prince was not required to refer to a mere noble as sir, nor was he under any obligation to apologize.

The man regained his composure quickly and returned Hector's bow. "You are too kind, my lord, too kind." He paused a minute, before adding. "I did not expect to see you out and about, Prince Hector. If you don't mind my mentioning, it is rare for you not to be sitting on the outskirts engrossed in some novel or other." Hector nearly laughed; he had been heading to do just that, before he had been stopped. It wouldn't do to validate the man's claims, however.

"I've not had the time for it, I suppose." The man nodded at that.

"I would imagine so, my lord. It is the king's birthday after all." The man suddenly pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed his sweaty forehead, his nervousness evident. Hector assumed it was because he was speaking to a prince, but the noble's next words explained his uneasiness "Speaking of the king, has he managed to find you a match yet? I've a few eligible daughters I could introduce, if it would please you..." The man trailed off at the end, watching Hector for any signs of displeasure.

The young man gave none, his smile widening. "I'm afraid I'm already promised to someone, good sir." he lied. The noble's enthusiasm diminished at his response, though he covered it up well.

"That is a shame, my lord. I am certain she is a very lucky woman." The man briefly looked at the king, before bowing once more to Hector. "I'm sorry to leave so abruptly, but I have matters I should like to share with the king." Hector gave the man a friendly nod and watched as he rejoined a group of nobles. The noble cast a glance back at the prince, before turning to gossip with the surrounding guests.

Likely informing them of my eligibility. The young man mused. The king would probably be approached about it before the end of the night. It was unwise of him, to tell such a falsehood, and his father would be displeased. But he couldn't bring himself to care. He had no intention of marrying for the sake of politics.

Besides, he wasn't next in line to be wed. The king had an order to things, an order he would likely follow.

Hector, now free of distraction, was intent on hurrying to the sidelines before he could be stopped again. Progress through the dense crowd was slow, but eventually, he made it to a chair fairly clear of people.

He gave a sigh of relief as he sat down, pulling a book from his pocket. Reading during a ball was uncouth, but his father hadn't said anything thus far. Until it was time for Hector to be married, he doubted the king ever would.

Settling in, the young prince began to read.


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[Nightblade]

Sebastian Aryn
The Sea Star

Sebastian had successfully gained entry to the castle. Looking around the dark, deserted corridor he knew his next step was to find where the queen kept her Jewels. Moving through the darkness, he remained completely silent so not even his steps garnered any noise. Checking the rooms he passed, he found immaculate rooms, presumably for guests.Continuing his movements, a small part of him felt a stab of anger. If the king had been anyway noble as he claimed to be, his mother would be queen.

Putting that out of his mind, he continued looking until he found what definitely appeared to be the King and Queens shared room. Closing the door behind him, he began to look around, opening drawers and boxes to find something of value. He found silks, scarves and other pieces of clothing but nothing of value. He eventually found it, a small jewelry box. Opening the box he found a necklace of pure silver, with jewels of deep sapphire set it in.

Deciding this would be enough, Sebastian left the box open on the bed. He then saw the headboard of the bed with a carving of the Kings crest upon it. Taking out a dagger, he decided it would be the perfect place. He began a quick carving of a single star with a water drop in the middle, to leave his calling card. While everyone would know the sign as that of the thief, the King would surely know the true meaning behind it.

Finishing up, Sebastian left the room. He would not have much time to get out if the party had been going on for a while. Looking up and down the corridor, checking out the window to see what part of the palace he was in. Backtracking to the window he had climbed in, he opened the door and climbed back out. Moving down the vines he had climbed up, he landed on the wall with typical cat like grace before he moved back along the wall. Jumping down he found his way back into the room he had started in.
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