Fantasy The Devil's Throne - IC [Open]

[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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Alexander nodded to the king and queen before looking at his staff before turning and beginning the short walk down to the events area. As he walked with the king and queen down the corridors, he spoke up, his voice calm, yet sounding content, "I don't plan on leaving anytime soon your majesty." He paused, taking a short breath. "Besides, I still have a lot of work to do here." Soon their walk came to an end as they reached the door that blocked them from the guests and festivities. Before Alexander opened the door, he looked back toward the queen. "And I will make sure I am in good health at all times." He gave a charming smile bringing his gaze toward the king, "It would be foolish of me to think I could protect the palace and the royal family if I let myself fall ill." Alexander gave another optimistic smile before he turned and opened the doors, moving to the side to let the king and queen take their rightful places in the festivities.

He let the doors close behind him and he watched as the king interacted and gave a short thank-you speech to the guest. Everything seemed to be going smoothly so far. Alexander let his eyes gaze around at the each of the guests in the room. He sure hoped everyone was enjoying themselves.

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Misty Gray Melanin-Gxdess
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Open for interaction​

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Spoiler: Dress

Elena Katrina Ravenswood

Elena had just admitted defeat dancing with the devilishly handsome young man who had originally asked for her hand, quickly taking a dance from another young woman, no where near as beautiful as Elena, but alas, men were strange. But, she swallowed her pride and walked away rather reluctantly as the dancers started up again. Perhaps, as it was her father’s birthday, he’d dance with her later. She had always adored the dances with her father on occasions such as these when she was younger. Even though irritated by him still after having Christopher take her horse away, Elena knew she had stepped out of line, and although the punishment was extreme, it was a very potent deterrent from being rude again. Besides, she was sure her father would appreciate the kind gesture. Though, she’d have to make sure they danced after dinner, otherwise he’d surely get a stitch. Cheeks turning a rusty rose as she walked, she held her head up high and began to move away from the dance floor, feeling utterly embarrassed. However, she kept her composure, heels clacking almost on beat as people moved out of her way to let her through. It was almost automatic for people to break the crowd in order for her to escape. She wasn’t grateful that it drew attention to her red cheeks. Had he left her because she was a bad dancer? Surely not. Cassandra had taught her well, and she knew for sure she hadn’t missed a damn step. Her head shook lightly at the though, hair bouncing on her shoulders.

As she walked away, she felt a hand grab her forearm. In a small instinctive reaction, she ripped her arm away from the touch, gaze snapping down as she suppressed an irritated gaze. “Your majesty,” As her gaze fell, it met an old, portly gentleman who had to be somewhere in his mid fourties, balding all over the top of his scalp. He had a sickly smile on his face, eyes glittering for some strange reason. It made Elena feel slightly nauseous, but she put on a smile even so. He didn’t even bother to bow in her presence- not that she cared, but she did care when he had grabbed her arm so roughly and practically demanded her attention. His eyes looked her up and down, and she couldn’t help but clench her jaw as his daring eyes skimmed her body. “Geoffrey. Ms Elena, correct?” Geoffrey focused his attention on her eyes now, something Elena much preferred to his eyes ogling her bust in her favourite, utmost elegant dress. “You are correct. Not everyone has the talent of identifying me, with both of my beautiful sisters,” Elena’s eyes lingered over to Jocelyn, who seemed to be with Maxwell. A small, genuine smile twisted onto her lips at the interaction. Feeling her hand lift, she gestured to the two, glad to see Maxwell also enjoying himself. Her head turned to see Margaret, hand gesturing in her direction too before she settled her gaze back onto the slightly taller man. “So I appreciate you getting it right first time,” Trying to be somewhat kind to the gentleman, or rather, obnoxious-man, she gently smiled, forcing it rather harshly. “Well, I’ve always been intrigued with you. You certainly have grown into a wonderful young woman, haven’t you? Just like your mother,” Geoffrey leaned a hand forward to stroke the side of her face, and to that, Elena stood backwards, coughing slightly. “Thank you greatly, but I best be off now,” Elena smiled, not bothering to curtsy as she walked away, feeling another, even tighter grip on her arm. “Stay,” The man mumbled. He sure was persistent, and Elena was admittedly beginning to get very creeped out. His grasp was starting to pain her, and she felt her eyes darting. Elena’s father and mother seemed busy socialising on the other end of the hall, Jocelyn and Maxwell seemed busy, as did Alexander at the end of the Hall. Deciding to deal with it herself, she ripped her arm again out of the man’s grasp, her words whispered, but that didn’t make her words any less harsher.

“You listen up.” She began, resisting the urge to prod the man in the chest. “Touch me again, and I’ll tell my brothers one by one, and then my father. You can bet that neither of them will be happy that you’re touching me in such a way. My father will be least understanding, as would Hector and Christopher so you better keep your hands to your damn self.” Elena took a deep inhale, closing her eyes momentarily to try and compose herself. Geoffrey looked stricken, but placed both hands daringly at her waist, to which many guests around gasped. Elena, feeling her cheeks burn, quickly grew very angry. Her eyes glazed slightly with water, confused why the man had risked the telling of her family, she swallowed deeply, gently pushing him away.

Walking away briskly, head up, she headed towards the closest person she could see; Rosalind. Seeing they had company, she found herself gently composing herself, a smile twisting onto her lips. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but I may have to steal the darling Rosalind from you for just a moment,” Apologetically looking over at the other couple, and then Christopher, she took a deep breath, softly taking Rosalind’s hand in her own and encouraged her to turn slightly so the couple wouldn’t hear. Elena had also tried to turn in a way that Christopher would find difficulty in hearing too. Eyes dropped slightly, before flashing to the man who she had found excessively rude. “That man.” Her gaze locked on him, until he looked back, and she shifted her eyes back to Rosalind’s. “He was rather inappropriate towards me.” Eyebrows knitting together as she frowned, she looked behind Rosalind, sending a smile towards the group she had politely taken Rosalind from. “He was giving me looks. Such behaviour that I don’t think anyone should tolerate....dirty looks,” Rose tinting her cheeks, she suddenly found herself crossing her arms against her chest. “The man, Geoffrey, I believe, was very forward and touchy. Im sure you understand how I mean. I was thinking of telling Christopher, knowing full well he would get the man out, as would father, but I don’t think we need another execution on our hands. You know how they are,” Elena forced a slight laugh, trying to feel less awkward. “Who do you think I can inform to get him to leave subtly? I would hate to cause a scene,”

Bellz (Rosalind) Misty Gray (Christopher)​

 

[Nightblade]

Sebastian Aryn
The Sea Star

Sebastian had decided he had not done enough this evening, Dressing out of his clothes and into the tunic and trousers he had wore in the inn, he stashed the necklace and decided he would attend the soiree for the king. Going downstairs he swiftly called for a bath. Cleaning himself and making himself presentable, he pulled out a dagger he had purchased for himself but never used. It was more ornate than anything else and it had come from Italy, he could part with it under the guise of a gift for the king. Nodding to himself He made sure to wrap it in fine white Silk.

Leaving the inn and mounting his black stallion, He made his way along the main streets of the city towards the palace. He was stopped briefly by guards but the french accent and the backstory of being a dignitary of the french king made it easy for Sebastian to gain entry. Allowing his Stallion to be led to the stables, he climbed the steps, gift in hand.

As he stepped inside the main ballroom, he took a moment to look around. Despite the neutral look on his face he could not help but feel the bite of jealousy at what he and his mother had missed out on. Hearing some music playing, he was guided towards the king to be announced and to offer his well wishes. Stepping forward with the steward, the man announced The fake name Sebastian had given him.
"Your grace, I am glad that I was able to arrive on this day of all days. King Louis of France sends his warmest regards and bids you accept this gift"
Sebastian said in a flawless french accent before revealing the dagger to the king, allowing him to examine it

Misty Gray

Music being played upon sebastians entry:
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[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Christopher took two glasses of red wine from the maid, handing one to Rosalind before taking a drink from his own. Soon enough, Elena came along informing him she needed to steal Rosalind. He simply nodded his head, figuring it was something about dresses or an equally inane subject. After wishing the Duke and Duchess a pleasant evening, Christopher took the opportunity to slip away from them and his fiancee. Plus, he didn't want to hear any mention of that horse. Somehow he was supposed to make sure everything was in order whilst being seen with Rosalind for long enough and socialising with their guests. Right now he wished to focus on checking things were running smoothly, so he adopted the aura he'd mastered - one which told the guests he was too busy for small talk in that moment.

A curious look crossed his face as he noticed Maxwell and Jocelyn speaking. He wondered what kind of conversation she could possibly be having with such an ineffectual servant. Still, he had to remind himself that the very same young man had promised to keep his secret about Elena's horse. Not that he had much choice. He was obedient and knew his place. Not at all a threat to any of his siblings, Christopher concluded.

Christopher stopped as he walked past one of the table displays. The flowers were very carefully presented, with beautiful shades of blues and purples on the table in question. Still, it was a little off, so he found himself very precisely manipulating the stems of the flowers until they met his excessively high standards. He sent a brief glance to the king, secretly disappointed to see him still laughing and joking on his throne. How foolish and ignorant people were to think King Robert was a good man.


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

Cassandra Summers​

Cassandra shook her head as Alexandrine walked away, following a clear display of her improper attitude. "She'll be the death of me... or herself," she muttered under her breath. Grace had been a polite and obedient girl, yet look where that got her. Alexandrine was sure to be shown less mercy should she step too far out of line.

As a maid passed her by, Cassandra reached out to take a glass of wine. She needed a drink and considering she was in the ballroom as a guest tonight, she figured she might as well take advantage while she could. At least the princes and princesses were behaving themselves tonight. Worryingly so.

** Open for interaction **

 

[Misty Gray]

King Robert Ravenswood​

The king had taken a moment to himself before the next man was announced. He looked up as the young man addressed him and mentioned the King of France had sent him warm regards. Despite the issues the two countries often had, they were presently amicable and not at war. As Sebastian revealed the dagger, one of the guards immediately stepped forward ready to step between the king and his guest. Robert raised his hand to signal for the guard to step down. The gesture had no signs of an attack, so the king didn't feel threatened. He held out his hand to take the dagger and carefully examined it. He eventually nodded his head and smiled with satisfaction. "I thank you and King Louis for this wonderful gift," he told him, his tone warm and sincere.

After respectfully placing the dagger down beside him, he looked back to Sebastian. He perhaps stared at the younger man's face for longer than comfortable, but there was something odd about him. It was something strangely familiar. Robert eventually shook off the thoughts and relaxed his gaze. "What did you say your name was?" he curiously asked. Apparently the announcement had slipped him by whilst he'd been lost in thought.

Nightblade (Sebastian)

 

[madame moiselle]

Zachariah Soloman King

it's scary what a smile can hide. unknown

"We're late."


Zachariah took a long drag out of his cigarette as he and the rest of his small entourage exited out of the carriages, stepping into the vast courtyard, the grasses trimmed to near perfection. The young duke stood there, gazing at the glorious, grand palace that stood before him as the rest of his staff joined in with the royal guards scurried to unload all the baggage and tend to the horses. The castle's lit windows like a thousand butterflies flickering in the fading evening light. A pretty sky added to the overall aesthetic of the castle, the heavens streaked with a plethora of light yellow, hints of orange, a creamy light pink and to finish it all, dark blots of purple, like ink stains on a shirt.

The thought made a frown appear on Zachariah's face.
Ink stains.
HIs stepfather hated ink stains. In fact, every time Zachariah would make one as he feverishly tried to write an essay to please the man, he'd slap the boy. Jaw clenched, Zachariah blinked the bitter memory away.
Instead, he eyed the cuff of his white dress shirt for a moment. Then, taking out his cigarette from his mouth, he quelled the butt of the cigarette on the white fabric, making a large, noticeable stain resembling to an ink stain on what should've been his outfit for the ball. He did this with a sort of scorn, with a tint of rage and frustration, throwing the useless cigarette away. And when he was done, he noticed the rest of his staff was waiting for him, pretending as if they did not see the rather strange act. Zachariah eyed them as if daring for them to speak a word of opposition, but none of them did.

They entered the castle's spacious and decorated lobby and at once, his staff dispersed to attend to their own castle chores and affairs. The only ones staying by his side were his personal attendants. The young duke and his small cortege trailed down the familiar decorated hallways of the castle, his attendees tending to him as he walked; taking his coat as he slipped it off, taking his hat as well, letting his mop of dirty, unruly blonde hair fall into the mess it was. And all the while, he was being annoyingly briefed by his least favorite person on the castle staff:
Sir John Winkles.

"My Lord Duke, we have important matters to discuss---"

The short fat man was cut off by his breath, the brisk pace of the young duke taking a toll on his plump body. Zachariah kept going, and just for the fun of it, began to walk even faster as they tried to get to the duke's chambers. Meanwhile, the poor Sir Winkles was barely able to catch up, trying to squeeze through a squad of Zachariah's accessories all trying to straighten the young man out. Moments later, they arrived at the grand mahogany doors of the duke's chambers. Zachariah turned to one of his attendants, gesturing for another stick of cigar, feeling the overwhelming itch once more. One was passed to him seconds later, and he lit it, giving in a long drag which proceeded with a long exhale.
"And what matters are those, Sir Winkles?" answered Zachariah passively, smoking his cigarette just as indifferently, his face to the doors, a small amused smile appearing on the young duke's face as he heard the fat man doubling over, heaving for breath. "J...Just a m-moment, my Lord.." heaved Sir John, proceeding to cough.

Zachariah waited. A moment later, he turned around, facing the plump man. "Moment's up," he answered curtly, giving the hacking bulging man an unapologetic smile. He brought up his wrist, pretending to check the time, a comedic scrutinous look on his face. "Hm, and it seems I have but little time to prepare myself for a useless ball for a king we all know who is just another year closer to his death---" Zachariah paused, knowing he was saying too much. He turned back around to the doors, putting a hand on the door handle just as Winkles began to stammer out a response.
"B-But wait, my lord---this concerns the land deal you just made with the Davens in Windshire---"

Zachariah paused, this new information piquing his interest. It was true that he had just come back from a long business trip---yet another successful one might he add. Fifty acres of land managed and sold to the kingdom---fifty acres of good, fertile soil, and if managed properly, they could have plentiful harvests within the next two years; which meant more money and more power.
"It's the workers, my lord," continued Winkles, clutching his briefcase. "They're...revolting."
Zachariah blinked. Revolting? Now, this was something new.
To be quite frank, the deal had taken a bit longer than he had expected---the Davens were a bit harder to convince; they were specifically worried on the treatment of their workers, who were now being sold over to Zachariah and his states who were notorious for the bad treatment of their workers. Zachariah had to go the extra mile to convince them that this was not the case. It was bothersome, but it had to be done. The Davens were liberals---their ideas made Zachariah want to roll his eyes. Such fools. But once again, it had to be done---not that it wasn't true. And though it seemed the Davens were convinced, it seemed the people were not.
"And what do you want me to make of it?" answered Zachariah, half turning towards the fat man. Winkles blabbered on. "I-it seems the people know of your harsh worker policies---they were treated well with the Davens and seeing they are now to work for you...well..."
"Well?" Zachariah probed, his tone beginning to rise.
"W-well, the Davens are at a loss. The people are revolting, th-they're banging on the doors of the Davens, refusing to work for you---they refuse to work under a..." WInkles paused, clearing his throat, gazing at the young duke carefully, as if nervous to even dare utter the word. "I-if I may quote, 'a tyrannical proprietor..."

Zachariah stared at him. Stared at him and stared at the man, so much so that the man began to sweat profusely, beads going down his neck rolls. He shakily dabbed it with a handkerchief. Hesitantly, he asked, "M-my lord?"

"They," began Zachariah suddenly, his voice low. "They refuse?"
A moment of silence. WInkles gulped and then nodded. Zachariah's hard expression broke into a light one, an abrupt chuckle coming out of him. The ridiculousness of this notion, the notion that these people the Davens have given him actually think they have the audacity to refuse---it was a show of downright disrespect to one of the highest powers of England. The Davens were true fools---they let their workers think they have such power, power only rightfully bestowed upon those of propriety, of high standing, of nobility. Not some lowly commoners, destined only to the dirts of the earth. Zachariah's expression instantly turned cold.
"At a loss you say? Well," Zachariah answered back, taking a few steps closer to Winkles, taking a long huff of his cigarette and blowing it straight into the man's face, making him flinch. "Tell them there is no use in worrying. Their people are now belong to me, and to this kingdom. And we shall deal with it accordingly."

WInkles nodded quickly. "Yes, my lord," he answered. "W-what are your recommendations?"
"Gather up the available guard," responded Zachariah. "Execute the leaders of this revolt and punish any who dare oppose. And for the first two years of their work, their pays shall be cut in half. And to any who dare voice against, cut their pay entirely and then, force them to work." Zachariah paused, taking a long drag from his cigarette, a cruel tint to his murky green eyes. "That, will teach them who is truly in charge."


"You really should have changed."

"Oh, fuck off," Zachariah answered back curtly back to his oldest and most trusted attendee, Edward, who was eyeing the cigar stain on the young man's right cuff as they walked briskly towards the ballroom. Faint, melodic sounds could be heard, and so was the faint bouts of laughter, dance and drink. Evening was already dipping into the night. Zachariah did not feel in any kind of mood to waltz with overly dressed women and sip expensive champagne discussing small talk. The only pro was that he was to reunite with Christopher, to inform him of the successful transaction between the Davens, though Zachariah was unsure whether to tell the Prince about the little revolt problem. The Court would definitely be pricks about it (no surprise there ) so Zachariah shrugged it off. He could handle it on his own. No one would know. It would be better that way.

"Smelling like smoke and whiskey isn't the best kind of impression, my lord," answered Edward as he accompanied the young duke to the entrance of the ballroom in his same monotonous voice.
"It is when I'm forced to make fun out of something more tedious than hearing the Queen speak," answered Zachariah, pushing some stray curls of hair out of the way, holding his cigarette between pointer and index fingers. Edward said nothing more, though Zachariah could sense the eye roll.

They neared the entrance. The guards standing on duty opened the grand doors rather loudly, revealing a sparkling ballroom filled with soft music and dance and more stuffy people than the stars.

Zachariah walked in. The loudness of the opening of the doors caused an immediate hush to fall over the room. Gazes turned towards him. Zachariah, blowing out smoke, stood there, smirking.
"Oh come on now," he said. "There's no need to stop."

He walked further into the ballroom, turning to the King and Queen who were sitting acoordingly in their lavish thrones, giving in an overly theatric bow, a drunken grin on his face, drawing out an equally dramatic salute to the Royals. "Your Highnesses! Long live the King." He straightened once more, a delivish smirk on his handsome face.



mentions:
Misty Gray Melanin-Gxdess Lost mkuchiha Bellz ElectricDandellion Angelofwishes7 Emotional Enigma Enzyme s u n Ms. Sparrow Nightblade




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[Melanin-Gxdess]

Listening to Maxwell's words, Jocelyn carefully considered them. She actually paid more attention to them than her own parents walking through the doors. The fact he was so afraid to truly be himself around her was one thing, but hearing that tons of the other servants felt the same? It hit her heavy and she began to think about it. Did her attitude, her personality, play a bit of a role in this? She knew the death of the girl was a big part of it, but was she too? The last thing she would ever want was to make people feel less of themselves as she knew how it felt. She would definitely have to talk to her siblings about it at a later time, but for now she nodded her head. "I understand completely, Maxwell." Was all she could manage to say before looking into her empty cup.

"Huh," she said before looking back at him. "I could have sworn there was some wine in this glass..." Again she swapped her empty cup for one full of wine. She was beginning to lose track of how many cups she was drinking, but was not going to start keeping track now. "Things have changed these past few years, haven't they?" She asked, looking out on the dance floor.

If the two of them, weren't walking into a room full of people or had Alexander behind them, Krista would have stopped in her tracks at his comment. For some reason, she didn't believe he was taking her words seriously and felt like he may do something against her wishes. She just looked at him with a slightly annoyed look before looking in front of her and ignoring the feeling. As the walked through those doors, she had a smile on her face. She faked it all pretty well, growing used to the facade of happiness. People walked up to them, congratulating the king on surviving another year. Before long he left her and sat down in his seat.

Truly the main reason she hadn't followed suit was because she didn't want to be around him at the moment, his words still bothering her. It wasn't what he said so much as how he said it. His tone of voice had made her feel small and insignificant and she didn't appreciate it one bit. Pushing the thoughts away, she began to make her rounds around the room to their guests. Her eye was still on her children making sure they weren't doing anything that would piss her off. Krista's eyes caught Christopher messing with her floral arrangements and she softly smiled to herself, making her way over. "You don't look too pleased with my arrangements. Is there a problem?" She asked teasingly. Even after what he said during dinner, she couldn't be too mad at him. He was right about it all and there was nothing she could hold against him.

Maxwell, Christopher ( Misty Gray ) ​

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Upon hearing his mother's voice, Christopher didn't immediately turn to face her. Instead, he continued to tweak the stems of the flowers to complete what he'd set out to do. He liked to hear his mother's voice when it wasn't directly to him, rather than his father or siblings, when it was just the two of them. After all, she was one of the few who truly knew why he was what he was. That was also a problem, being that she could have intervened on so many occasions, but didn't. Still, today was difficult enough without adding to the drama and discomfort of it all. He turned to Krista and displayed a brief smile for her.

"Yes, there's a problem," he flatly began. "I have an eye for details that compels me to make things as trivial as flower arrangements fulfill my own vision. There isn't a problem with your arrangements. Our visions merely differ," he told her. He then managed to rip his attention away from the flowers completely, now focusing on his mother entirely. "How is your evening going, so far?" he asked her. The fact she'd left the king's side made him curious enough to ask such a question.

Christopher's attention was briefly drawn to the newcomer and a faint smirk crossed his face as he realised Zachariah had entered the ballroom. Now there was a man who understood him. Perhaps his only true friend in this world. His friend was possibly drunk, or more than likely so, which came as little surprise. Christopher focused back on his mother, figuring he would catch up with his friend soon enough.

Melanin-Gxdess (Krista)
Mention: madame moiselle (Zachariah)

 

[Misty Gray]

Maxwell Tanner​

Maxwell grinned when Jocelyn mentioned the lack of wine in her glass. "Yes, there was wine in there, until you consumed it all," he daringly teased, almost forgetting his place. He could tease and play around with other servants, but he wasn't sure if it would go down so well with the princess. "But there's plenty more where that came from, right?"

Maxwell nodded when she said things had changed. "Unfortunately they have. The palace seems to be a much darker place than it once was, and I speak as a man living on the outside, where the sun and open air keep my world brighter." He followed her gaze to the dance floor. His eyes briefly found Sebastian standing in front of the king. He always found it strange how everyone felt they must present a gift to the man, who for the most part was a stranger. On top of that, what more could a man as powerful and wealthy as the king ask for? Surely any gift now was meaningless to him. He tore his eyes away from the handsome newcomer and his eye was caught by the pretty middle princess, seated by herself. "Is your-" he began, before looking to Jocelyn. "Is Princess Margaret okay? She looks troubled," he told her. He wasn't sure how close the sisters were and if Jocelyn would go to the troubled lady's aid. All he knew was that he'd been lucky enough to enjoy speaking with all three princesses at some point.


Melanin-Gxdess (Jocelyn)
Mentions: Bellz (Margaret) Nightblade (Sebastian)

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Arabella thought it'd be best to return as soon as she could force herself to stomach the environment and her growing dilemma. She paced to the kitchen in a rather slow sway, testing the pressure on her ankle still. When she reached the kitchen the staff was bustling around the counter tops. It seemed there was still a lot of food to heave out. The servants seemed to busy with other chores, so Arabella thought it'd be best not to disturb them with her minuscule task. She set the empty glass down in a nearby sink already full of dirty, soapy dishes. As she turned to leave rather quickly, she heard her name with a thick french accent,
"Bella!" The big, hefty cook was stomping her way, holding a tray of small cakes, "Mademoiselle, can you can escort these pastries to the party?" His expression was a mixture of pleading and guilt. Arabella knew he felt bad for asking her to take the tray but she saw how much they were working, and she currently couldn't find an excuse not to take it. So, she reached out her hands and gingerly took the tray in her hands. It was larger than her body frame and and blocked her view of her feet. She winced, the added weight and difficulty of her trek back to the banquet. Arabella didn't need to be philosophical to see this was a recipe for disaster; hurt ankle, sore limbs, lanky dress, blocked view...
She made her way back up the stairs and down the hallways though she had to admit this trip was remarkably different than her trip to the kitchen. The hallways were dimly lit and only her steps and faint whisper of voices could be heard. She reached the doorway and was struck by the smell of sugary foods and perfumes. Arabella struggled for the door handle, jiggling it lightly until it swung open slightly. She pressed her back to it, trying to keep off her ankle, and entered the room. It was loud with gossip and hushed whispers. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the back of the room where someone had entered. Arabella was hesitant to take her eyes off of her path but turned her head briefly to see what had caused the mild chaos. Heads bobbed and turned and bodies shifted positions, but she wasn't able to see who had entered. She raised herself on her tiptoes, her ankle violently disagreeing with her. It screamed excruciating pain and thus, she tipped into someone in front of her while her eyes were astray.
The tray collapsed forward, dropping the delicate, pink and white cakes all over the individual and covering the floor in a pastel mess. The tray clattered to the floor loudly, drawing attention of the room. Arabella stood there in embarrassment, sure she'd die from the eyes of the room locked onto her.
"I-I'm so sorry," She apologized meekly, but annoyance was burning inside of her. As if nothing could make the night any worse...


Misty Gray Melanin-Gxdess madame moiselle Nightblade ElectricDandellion​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

“Yes, well when you’re as wealthy as our family, of course you have to watch out for the...aggressive others.” The brawny man chuckled, the lady joining in with an obnoxiously shrill laugh in an poor attempt to floor. Alexandrine gritted her teeth, her arms tiring from holding the serving tray. She’d been standing in the same spot for the past two minutes, waiting for the man who summonses her to tear his eyes away from the boisterous woman and take the drink.

“I know exactly what you mean, Lord Howley!” The woman exclaimed, putting a hand to her chest and giggling. Alex blew out an angry breath. Had she once been so pompous? No , certainly not...she hoped.

Lord Howley opened his mouth, ingulfing a whoopinga mount as he did so, as if perpetrated to tell the lady another painfully boring story. Alexandrine wasn’t about to wait.

“You wanted something?” She questioned politely,her tone a little too calm and her anger, a lashing fire beneath her skin, nearly ready to explode once again.

Lord Howley glanced exasperatedly at her. As if SHE was the nuisance here. Alexandrine gritted her teeth, hardly able to contain an even expression. “Hm? Oh yes.” He said slowly, as if just realizing she’d been standing there. He gracefully plucked a glass of champagne off the tray and turned back to his lady without another word. She remembered the champagne. So rich, and of such high taste, the sweet, golden taste dissolving on the tongue like diamonds before consumed, leaving a warm afterglow. Now she drank water, and lived an entirely, somber, boring lifestyle.

Alexandrine weaved her way through the myriad of colors from the ladies dresses that swam in her vision, occasionally hearing a murmur pr two as she walked by, her steps however were graceful and quiet, not stumbling or shoving as she maneuvered with the tray, thwarting the typical comment now and then.

“Isn’t that Jacob’s eldest...?”

“One of the Williams daughter...?”

“Poor girl, I couldn’t imagine...”

“Her father deserved his fate..”

By the time she’d nearly finished serving everyone, she found herself nearly shaking from anger, the comments rattling her nerves. She didn’t care for their self pity, or they’re hatred. The only reassuring thought in her mind was that she could run them all through with a sword any day of the week.

So lost in her fuming anger, Alexandrine caught sight of the food before it was too late, Lady Allison’s heeled foot sticking out just the slight, the goal obvious, she caught sight of Allison’s smirk as she stumbled and slammed into a rock hard figure, thankfully able to regain her footing so she didn’t fall, and unable to catch the drink that tipped right over and splashed its golden continents all over the figure she’d slammed into.

Alexandrine let out a thousand curses, using such words it’s make a sailor blush, thankfully not enough o catch the entire balls attention. A light giggle made Alexandrine flash around in a flurry, and took a threatening step towards the source, causing Allison to gasp and pale, taking a cautious step back. It wasn’t over, but she had other matters to attend to. Like keeping her job.

Alexandrine quickly whipped back around to apologize, though her pride demanded she didn’t, it was Allison’s fault after all, and then her angry doe eyes met green emeral ones as she instantly recognized the Zachary, a man who mercilessly irritated her to no bounds. Her mouth instantly clamped shut, now unable to apologize to such an infuriating man such as himself.
She met him with a rather, surprised, and stoic look. “Oh.” She said, a hint of surprise to her flat tone, her eyes somewhat apologetic, making up for what her words could not


madame moiselle

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[Nightblade]

Sebastian Aryn
The Sea Star

Sebastian bowed at the kings compliment, clearly his idea was working well. Hearing the kings question, he spoke again
"I am Sebastian of the De Chalon merchants family, from Bordeaux your grace"

Sebastian began to grow worried, the king had been looking at him for a while now and asked after him a second time. While his face was schooled into neutrality, inside he was a mix of worry and fear. While Sebastian is adept at being a thief, somehow he did not favor his chances of getting out of a ballroom full of people.

Sebastian knew that he would have to be on guard while he was here. Hell he was even beginning to doubt his reasons for coming here but he had to see him with his own eyes, his father.

Misty Gray ​

 

[Bellz]

Rosalind Langston​

Rosalind took her glass that Christopher handed her graciously, "Thank you." She murmured before taking a light drink of it. Elena seemed to have popped up from nowhere. One look at the young girl's face and Rosalind could tell something wasn't right, she had seen a genuine smile on the girl, and the one she was presenting looked a bit panicked. Rosalind smiled at the Princess before turning to her company and Christopher, "Excuse me." She dipped her head before turning towards Elena a bit more, as she had grabbed her hand and gestured for her to do so. Rosalind eyed the beady man from across the room and watched as he made eye contact with Elena. Her lips pursed as Elena explained how he was harassing her, when Elena finished voicing her concerns, Rosalind now understood why the girl needed her. Rosalind nodded her head silently a moment as she thought about what they could do to get the man out of the party, to get him to leave without making such a scene. The only way to do so would be to get the man to leave willingly. Biting her lip, she looked to Elena and wondered if the young Princess was strong enough to handle planning such a scheme...but it would be in everyone's best interest if they could lure the man outside the doors before sending the guards on him.

"I think I have an idea...but its pretty risky." Rosalind murmured to Elena before looking over at the man again, who hadn't stopped staring Elena's way since she made eye contact with him. Rosalind ground her teeth at such an inappropriate display turning back to Elena. "I need you to lure him outside of the doors, outside of the party...do you think you can do that? I will be waiting with two guards on the other side, and the party is big enough to where he should be able to do much until he steps outside the doors. You will have to be a bit sneaky...but this may be the only way not to draw attention." Rosalind looked around at the party, there was no way that such a scene wouldn't cause attention if they chose to confront the man here.
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Mentions: Elena ElectricDandellion

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Jocelyn chuckled a little at his response, knowing very well that she should at least slow down on the drinking. But, she wasn't going to do such a thing since it suppressed the feelings she had deep inside. No doubt someone had noticed but at the moment, she wasn't going to pay any attention to it. She agreed with Maxwell when he made the observation of times being darker. Some part of her envied him, as he didn't have to endure what was going on inside the compound. The responsibility of being the eldest princess was not one that was to be taken lightly. Even though she wasn't going to be the one who ran their kingdom, she still had pressures weighing her down.

She was going to respond to him when she noticed Zachariah walking into the room. She may have frowned but her stomach grew knots. Whether it was because she had a crush on him or because she was annoyed at the sight of him was a mystery, though she was sure it was the latter but would never know. Her eyes rolled before turning her focus back to Maxwell. "Well, these may be troubling times but they may get better." Tilting her head side to side, she re-thought her statement. "Okay, they may get worse before they get better actually." At the mention of her sister, she turned and looked in her direction with a concerned look. "I have no idea, but I should go check. Maybe you should check on Arabella then and we can talk later?" She didn't wait for a response before she set her cup down to swiftly walk over to Margaret.

"Are you okay? I didn't get a chance to see you this morning, you look beautiful."

Krista watched as her son continued to change her floral arrangement to match what he had in mind. She gently grabbed the vase from him and gave him a death glare with a smile before patting his hands. "Well, let them differ in your head. Stop messing up my arrangements." As a walking servant passed her by, she quickly grabbed a cup and drank from it. "My evening is... Going." She said rather vaguely. Robert's earlier words were still not quite sitting right and she was trying not to dwell too much on it. But that's just how she was, always thinking about little things that were probably not that big of a deal as she was making it. But at the moment, she wasn't going to focus on it.

Instead, she would focus on her son. She was trying her best to repair their relationship. All the years she wasn't there for him because she was afraid, she was now trying to fix. The only issue was trying to figure out if he would let her and that it wasn't too late to do so. Once Zachariah had grabbed her son's attention, he grabbed hers also. Immediately a scowl crossed her face and she crossed her arms. "Your friend brings to me a headache I've never felt before; I'd just like you to know that." Sighing, she looked at him. "How is your evening going? I assume you and Rosalind have been spending time together, yes?"
Maxwell, Christopher ( Misty Gray ) Margaret ( Bellz )​

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Spoiler: DRESS

ELENA KATRINA RAVENSWOOD

Elena was relieved to say the least when Rosalind had willingly listened to what she had to say. At least now she could count on someone to help her who wouldn’t immediately put the man in cuffs and throw him into the cells. Rosalind was understanding, and Elena appreciated the calmness and gentleness the queen-to-be was taking towards the situation. She could see from her pursed lips that Rosalind wasn’t very happy at the situation at hand, and it did look like she were deciding or contemplating whether to and how to remove the man in question. Elena could feel his piercing gaze burning through her flesh. Even his gaze made her majorly and considerably uncomfortable. Shuffling slightly awkwardly, she awaited Rosalind to come to a decision, hopefully one that didn’t involve another family member. Elena knew the future queen wouldn’t involve the others, but she still had to hope.

“Risky is fine with me, as long as I don’t get into trouble with father again,” Elena mumbled, lowering the volume of her voice to avoid others from hearing her. The level of discomfort she was feeling practically meant she was desperate to get rid of the man, whether that meant a risky or non risky situation didn’t matter to her. The weird gentleman eyeing her up would have to leave immediately, whether it was for her sake or the sake of another. Eyes glazing over in slight nervousness, she listened as Rosalind explained her plan. Elena nodded, biting the inside of her cheek in thought. Having to go within an 100m radius of the man made her cringe, and being near enough to guide him outside and to persuade him to leave the ball with her would be difficult for her to endure, but it would only last a few moments. “I’m fine with that. I just hope he doesn’t try anything extreme. I’d have to tell father then, and he’d be executed immediately. Your idea is brilliant. Fuss-free,” With a grateful smile, she released her grip on Rosalind’s smile, taking a deep inhale, turning towards the man and giving him a gentle wave. Her fingers shook a little, clearly displaying her awkwardness and anxiousness, but the man didn’t seem to care. Geoffrey seemed to take it as an invite, scuttling along like a chubby cockroach across the floor towards Rosalind and Elena in a very hurried fashion.

“Evening, your grace,” The man grinned, not bothering to bow in respect at meeting the future queen. At this, Elena irritatedly dragged her gaze to meet Rosalind’s, annoyed for her sake that the man was at that level of disrespect that he’d deny even the queen to be a minor gesture of acknowledgement of her status. Scoffing slightly, Elena covered her mouth, faking a cough to cover up her own rude gesture. Forcing a tight smile, she looked to the man, who had still locked his gaze on Elena even when introducing himself to Rosalind. Elena couldn’t help but be tempted to at least tell Hector or Christopher of this vile man, who had now snaked his arm around the young woman’s waist. His slimy touch made her shudder, visibly very uncomfortable.

Reluctantly plucking his hand from its undeserved space at her waist, she took a deep inhale. It was really taking a lot for her to cope with this. “Geoffrey, how about we talk more outside? The gardens here are exceptionally beautiful at this time,” Elena mumbled, placing both of her clasped hands in front of her. “They will have nothing on your excruciating beauty, Elena” His words made her force a smile, ‘accidentally’ smacking him a little too hard on the arm to express her pretend affections for his words. She offered him a friendly elbow to take to escort her towards the doors, but instead, he snaked his slithery arm back around her waist at a disturbingly and daringly low position, borderline touching her butt. How could this man act in such a way? Especially in front of guests. Turning to look at Rosalind, her eyes widened, jaw clenched before it opened and she lipped a quick ‘please hurry’ before turning back to entertain the man so that he didn’t suspect much.

The casual nature in which they walked drew little to no attention to them as they slowly, achingly slowly, strolled towards the doorway to the garden. Please hurry, please hurry, she began to think to herself, repeating it hurriedly, even faster when his hand began to lower and gave a gentle squeeze somewhere he shouldn’t have. At this, her breath hitched.

Bellz​

 

[Misty Gray]

King Robert Ravenswood
& Maxwell Tanner​

The king slowly nodded his head as Sebastian confirmed his name to him. He wasn't sure why the young man appeared familiar, but his name didn't ring any bells to him. He expected he'd seen so many faces in his lifetime that it was more than likely he would find himself in the presence of those who appeared similar to faces of the past. "Well, Sebastian, it's a pleasure to meet you and I thank you for your gift. Do make sure you take advantage of the celebrations and enjoy the hospitality." Robert nodded to the young man, apparently an action intended to dismiss him from their exchange.

Maxwell observed Jocelyn as she looked towards Zachariah. He couldn't quite make out what the expression on her face, but it seemed strong, whatever it was. He reflected a neutral expression when she turned back to face him. "Well, we must strive for things to get better rather than sit back in complacency and allow them to get worse." He nodded his head when she said she would go check on Margaret. He didn't like to think of any of the princesses sitting alone troubled. He looked around at mention of Arabella, but couldn't see her. "Um... Of course, we will talk later," he agreed, though Jocelyn was already walking away to see her sister.

Maxwell continued to scan the ballroom and decided to take a walk around rather than be seen standing by idle. As he kept his head down and walked, his arm brushed against someone else's. He quickly looked up to see the man he'd noticed earlier, Sebastian. "My apologies, Sir," he quickly spoke up. Although the man was no doubt more important than himself, he found no difficulty in maintaining eye-contact with him. "Clearly I was not paying attention. Do forgive my distraction."


Nightblade (Sebastian) Melanin-Gxdess (Jocelyn)

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Christopher tightened his jaw and tensed his muscles as his mother swiped the vase away from him. Though she smiled, he caught the glare in her eyes and sent her a cold glare in return. He looked down to his hands as she patted them. "I am not messing it up. I was trying to be polite and diplomatic, when really your arrangement is terrible," he calmly, but harshly, told her. Truthfully, the arrangement was fine, but he couldn't help himself but to be cutting towards the queen in this instance. He didn't like being overruled on matters, no matter how trivial. "Ignore my comment. They're just flowers - nothing more than a colourful waste of time and space."

"Your evening is going...?" Christopher echoed her, his voice turning softer. "If it's like my evening, I presume it's not going fast enough. I suggest you do everything you can to keep yourself busy and on your feet. Otherwise, it will only be torture for you in that old man's presence all evening," he said, referring to his father.

Christopher smirked when Krista said his friend brought her headaches. "Well, that is a shame. Zachariah brings mostly the opposite to me. One of the few people in this room who I can trust and who speaks a bit of damn sense." He folded his arms as she asked about his own evening. It seemed like his mother was trying to reach out to him and he wasn't going to bite her hand this time. "My evening is tolerable. I'm sure there's a million things I'd much rather be doing, but it hasn't been too horrendous, so far. Rosalind and I have spent a lot of time together, don't you worry." Perhaps it had been mere minutes, but he felt they'd done plenty to please the guests and their beady, nosy eyes. "Oh, our wedding will be a true fairy tale. A thoroughly romantic affair," he sarcastically remarked.


Melanin-Gxdess (Krista)

 

[Nightblade]

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Sebastian Aryn
The Sea Star
Interations: Misty Gray
Mentions: Melanin-Gxdess

Sebastian bowed at the Kings response with a smile
"Thank you your grace"

He backed away with a bow before helping himself to a goblet of wine. Taking a deep swig, he leaned against a pillar. He looked around the room at all the nobles and a few scattered dignitaries. He had thought the king would see the similarities and know who Sebastian was but apparently he did not. Sebastian found himself growing bored watching prancing nobles flitter about. Taking another deep drink of his wine, he wondered how he could spend his time.

Just as he wondered at what he would do, he felt a gentle bump. Turning around he looked at what clearly appeared to be a servant. Raising an eyebrow at how boldly he was keeping eye contact despite the apologies. Looking him up and down Sebastian nodded to himself.
"It is no worry, I and my wine have survived. No doubt a night as important as this has everybody's nerves frayed slightly"

Sebastian said in a teasing tone before looking thoughtful, he could do with some company while he was here tonight or else he may die of boredom.
Looking around and seeing the King, the Queen and the Crown Prince all busy, he spoke softly to the man in front of him
"Are you too busy to spend some time with me?"

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

For some reason, Krista couldn't help but to laugh at his comment on her arrangements. It reminded her of the good days where they used to be a better family, when he would throw tantrums when things didn't go his way. She had to press her fingers to her lips to keep from laughing anymore or louder. People paying even more attention to her was not something she wanted to have happen. Instead, she raised her cup to her lips and nodded her head. "Well, now that I know how you really feel about my arrangements, perhaps you'll want to do them in the future?" She was only teasing, of course, but she couldn't help but sound a bit serious in it.

Inside, she agreed with him. She wanted the night to be over quickly, having been tired from the previous evening. She hadn't really been able to sleep at all. How could she when her family was always arguing and going at it? Focusing on Christopher, she nodded her head in agreement. "Oh yes, I would like it to be over. As happy as I am of your father living another year," there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice that even she didn't recognize, "I tire of throwing these parties. People to speak with. And it's always people who want something." She smiled at a guest passing by and spoke into her cup. "They'll want something before the night is over." She joked.

"While I'm glad you've a close adversary, I do wish it'd have been someone a lot more tolerable... Alas, who you choose to keep company is who you choose to keep company." She smiled hearing that he had been spending time with Rosalind. It at least meant that he was trying at the whole marriage thing, no matter how much his sarcastic comment made it seem. "I know, love. But that's just the world we live in now. Trust me, I've tried to change tradition and it didn't end very well." ​

 

[Bellz]

Rosalind Langston​

Rosalind tried to keep her composure as the beady eyed man made his way over, not even bowing in her presence. If Christopher would have been around, she was sure the man's head would have been knocked off quicker than he could apologize for such rude actions. Rosalind only offered a weak smile in the man's direction, "Good Evening." She greeted him in return, taking in every aspect of the man. She was disgusted by such men, the ones who were so overly confident in themselves that they were willing to try stupid things in order to impress women. Her hand twitched as the man didn't even look her way while greeting her, only having eyes for Elena, who was far to young and pure for such an idiot ; she wanted to smack him across his pudgy face.

Seeing him snake his arm around Elena's waist only made Rosalind see red, and she would be in danger if she were to do anything rash, especially at the King's birthday celebration, so she cleared her throat and let the two go off to the outside, as planned. Once they were headed towards the garden, Rosalind looked for the nearest exit as well, not wanting to draw to much attention to herself. With Christopher not around, she was easily able to slip by unnoticed, not many would be able to recognize her by face, at least not yet. Once in the main hall, she looked around for two guard who would be on duty, most likely watching the entrance. "Guards!" She called, her voice bouncing off the walls as two large men turned to see who was addressing them. Their eyes widened slightly and they dipped into a bow before they could say anything more. "No time for formalities, I need your help. Come along!" Rosalind barked at them, her voice still holding a kind but urgent tone to it. Lifting her skirt gently, she turned on her heels to head in the direction of the garden. "What is it milady???" One of the guards asked, his voice deep but the concern was there. "Princess Elena is in a bit of trouble, one of the guests is pushing his boundaries." As they rounded the corner, the large double doors could be seen that lead to the garden.

She stopped quickly, causing the men to stop close behind her, nearly running into her. Rosalind turned on her heels quickly again and looked at both men closely, remembering their faces, just in case. "You are to not inform the Prince of such matters, are we clear? We don't need another pointless execution on our hands, but if you so much as utter a word of this to the Prince, I will personally send out the warrants for your execution. Are we clear? Her voice raised and her normally sweet tone took on something firmer and dead serious. Both the guards blinked, slightly taken aback by the soon to be Queens tone, having heard she was kinder than others. The two nodded and Rosalind didn't waste any more time rushing outside the doors. "Sorry to interrupt but I believe it is time for you to leave, my guards here will escort you safely off the premises but if you resist I am afraid I might have to inform Prince Christopher of how you have been harassing Prince Elena, we wouldn't want that now would we?" She asked her tone sounding concerned, yet her face looking extremely angered by the man's actions. She couldn't help but notice how odd it sounded to use her fiancés name on her tongue as the guards stepped forward to grab the man, placing their hands on his arms and beginning to drag him away. Rosalind opened her arms to Elena as she took a few steps forward, "Are you alright? I am so sorry, I had to let the guards know to not tell your brother." She looked her over to see if he had hurt her or touched her harshly.
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Mentions: Elena ElectricDandellion ; Christopher Misty Gray (Maggie will be posted tomorrow!)

 

[ElectricDandellion]

ELENA KATRINA RAVENSWOOD

Elena felt her jaw tick in annoyance as the man felt her could act so intimately. She was forced though to smile as he spoke and murmured, but she ignored him and his rudeness as they walked towards the door, nodding every now and again. Her attention snapped to him as he gasped ominously, a few people turning to look at him with a questioning gaze, Elena included. “Pardon?” She asked, voice cracking slightly. God, she could only hope she hadn’t ignored a proposal or something extreme. “You’re not betrothed already?” He began, voice excited. “I’m surprised. I’d have thought someone would’ve asked you already, especially in your prime,” Offended, Elena frowned. “In my prime? I am only nearly 17,” She snapped, eyes narrowing. “Exactly,” Geoffrey replied as if she were stupid. “16 is old enough to be married, perhaps I ought to have a word with your father,” Elena grimaced as he spoke of talking to her father, the concept of marrying this pot bellied, Port-drinking maniac pained her brain. Instead, she kept her lips tightly sealed, looking behind her shoulder to have seen Rosalind disappeared from the space, a flood of relief hit her at strong intervals.

As they made their way outside, looking over at the gardens, she felt the man pull her in closer. To this, she pushed him further. After the way he had really tried his luck, Elena felt desperate to tell Christopher. Perhaps not for an execution, but rather for an exile for this side of the kingdom. Geoffrey was far too forward and disgusting in his manner to simply kick him out of the party and let it slide. A public event should have to take place so he could learn his lesson before he had done it to someone else who didn’t have the help and support of another to save them. That was if she could even persuade her brother to not execute the man immediately, but after he had taken her horse, he at least owed her something.

They had only been outside for a few minutes before she felt the man being ripped away from her, much to her relief. Accompanied by Rosalind’s voice, she felt herself smile. At long last this man was going to leave. It had seemed like hours the man had been harassing her, but it was probably an hour at most. As the guards dragged him away, she lifted a hand to halt them in their steps, which they did obediently. Slowly stepping forward, Elena stopped about half a metre away from the portly man. “Good luck to what happens to from here on, because I’ll be damned if you’ll leave punishless after the way you grabbed me moments ago. My brother is going to hear about this,” Elena’s tone was cold and calculated, and she felt herself grow slightly afraid of the cold anger that circulated her body until she lifted her hand again, waving the guards off whilst the man groaned in their grasp.

Turning to see Rosalind approaching her with open arms, she hurriedly walked into them, hugging her in the way she did her siblings when they reassured her. “No need to apologise, you helped me, Rosalind. I am very grateful,” She mumbled into the woman’s hair before pulling away from the hug, feeling the need to mention how she thought the man should be treated. Elena had purposely ignored the asking whether she was ok, because honestly, she was a little dazed. “About telling Christopher..” She began, gaze faltering back towards the large semi-open doors from which music seemed to seep through. “I know you may not agree with me, but I have changed my mind. When you weren’t there, he grabbed something he really shouldn’t have, and I’ll go straight to hell if I let him get away and be able to do it to another. The best person to tell, not as cruel as father, but with enough authority to do something, is Christopher.” Elena lifted her eyes to see Rosalind’s reaction, hoping she agreed. “I’d like to tell him immediately if possible, but perhaps it’d be best for you to come with me in case he deem me a liar,” Elena did, undoubtedly, looked quite uncomfortable about the whole situation. “Besides, I think you’re possibly the only person to calm him down I suppose, and I just hope he won’t throw a fit in the middle of the ball. It’ll get dealt with after,”

Hoping Rosalind would follow behind, and if she did they’d have walked side by side, Elena made her way into the hall once more, eyes locking on her target and approaching him as fast as her heavy dress and high heels would allow her to. As she approached, she saw her mother and brother talking, and so patiently waited at the sidelines, trying not to eavesdrop as they spoke. Finally walking towards them, she smiled, greeting her mother for the first time that evening. “Mother, you look lovely. I do hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Elena felt herself grow slightly awkward as she attempted to approach the topic in a way that her mother may not necessarily hear, and in a way that made Christopher stay calm. “Christopher, I need to speak to you about something important, but I do need you to keep this from father,” Her eyes traced her mother’s face in a warm fashion as she whispered to her brother. “A man at this ball, with Rosalind as my witness, has been rather inappropriate towards me this evening,” cheeks turning red as she paused, clearly taking a few moments to choose her words carefully, she dropped her gaze to the floor. “His eyes were places they shouldn’t have been, as were his hands. I wasn’t going to tell you until his hands and gazes attempted to get..... extremely intimate,” the word, especially when talking to her brother about the way she had been treated, made her uncomfortable. “Now, I may be overreacting, but I don’t want him doing this again. Possibly an exile from the city? I feel an execution is much too dramatic for a situation possibly so small, but the man needs to learn,” her whispers, although at first choked, grew much more confident. “Rosalind was a great help to me, she has been lovely and we lured the man outside with the guards without much of a fuss, but it still doesn’t feel quite so safe after the way he acted,”

Bellz (Rosalind) Melanin-Gxdess (Krista) Misty Gray (Christopher)​

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

Christopher simply rolled his eyes when his mother made her suggestion that he might want to arrange the flowers in the future. He then smirked as Krista made a somewhat sarcastic comment about his father having another birthday and that she was tired of the parties. "You're right... Most of the people here are only here because they want something. Be it money, power or recognition, I highly doubt there's many here purely to celebrate their king's birthday." He shook his head. "As for trying to change tradition - that will never happen whilst my father still breathes. Not that I think my siblings should have complete choice over who they marry. One of my brothers with a maid or a sister with a servant? That would never happen under my rule either. There's a very clear line," he said, holding his hand out straight to emphasise his point. "We are above that line. Our servants are down on the ground and that's where they should stay."

Before he could continue to make his point about how unworthy simple staff were, Elena and Rosalind came back on the scene. Elena appeared agitated and that made him feel irritated. Then she told him she had something important to say that he must keep secret from the king. As his sister explained about the lecherous man, a disgusted frown grew on his face, only contorting further the more she spoke. Hearing the man's eyes alone had been placed on her was more than enough, so the fact he'd touched her as well was to final nail in the coffin... so to speak. "Follow me," he simply spoke up, expecting Elena and Rosalind to leave the ballroom with him.

Once they were out of anyone else's earshot, Christopher cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "Who was he?" he asked. "We will go outside and you will tell those guards, or other guards, to retrieve that man. I want him back here," he told her, his tone cold and angry. "Maybe an execution is too dramatic. One thing for sure is I want the man arrested, at once. I won't have anyone think they can set eyes or hands on my sisters."


Melanin-Gxdess (Krista) ElectricDandellion (Elena) Bellz (Rosalind)

Maxwell Tanner​

Maxwell was a little surprised when Sebastian seemed to talk to him on a respectful level. Not remarks about him being useless or unworthy of addressing him. "If both you and your wine have survived, then that's the best outcome we could hope for," he replied, though mentally berated himself for whatever that reply was that he'd allowed to escape his own mouth. "It is a very important evening," he agreed.

Then Sebastian asked him in a soft manner if he wasn't too busy to spend some time with him. That caught him by surprise and he wondered if he'd heard the man correctly. "I don't suppose I am too busy. I'm only here in case more supplies need fetching from the farm," he explained. "Though, I must say I'm surprised you request to spend time with me; a servant. There's a fine choice of ladies and gentlemen who you would surely find more interesting to be in the company of. Not that I'm refusing, just... babbling," he said, before falling silent to gauge Sebastian's reaction.

Nightblade (Sebastian)

 

[Emotional Enigma]

​

Arabella found herself in the Prince's quarters once again, but this for an entirely different reason. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and nipped out pieces of frosting and cake bits. She smelled like a wedding cake and looked like a pastel painting. If she had actually liked those two things then maybe she wouldn't be in such a sour mood about the aesthetic, but seeing as she was tired, aching, frustrated and stressed, it was understandably. She plucked pieces off her dress, feeling the shame of ruining the loan. She even decided at this point it was useless to go back to the party. All she had done was cater to everyone's needs and make a fool of herself. She should've turned down Christopher's offer immediately and just helped the staff with cooking or cleaning. Now she was cleaning herself instead of a table.
Arabella slipped the pin from her hair, allowing it to fall gracefully around her shoulders and also knocking more pieces of cake loose from their resting places. She soon departed the room and went to her own. She regretted to inform anyone she was leaving the party but given the performance she was sure people already knew. And she'd be resting in her own room if had a mirror and a sink as the Prince's did. But alas, she simply stripped off the dress and hung it on her standing wardrobe. She figured she'd take it to the seamstress tomorrow and have it cleaned before anyone noticed it was gone.
Alone in her room finally, she sat on her bed away from the chaos of the party and pulled out her notebook. Not only was she struggling with family issues but now she had to swallow this pill that Christopher's presence made her feel un-normal. If he caught on to any weird behavior from her, she worried it would disgust him and she'd be back where she started. At home unable to save her mother and her father's farm. Or worse, hung. She couldn't bare the thought of her father losing both herself and her mother.

Mentioned: Misty Gray

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

​

Alexander stood on the sidelines for some time before he noticed two of his guards walk into the room. "Why are they..." He muttered, clearly upset that they had left their post. He began to slowly make his way over to them, watching their every move as they grabbed up a man and started caring him away. With this, Alexander needed answers, why wasn't he notified before these actions took place? Who was the man? What had he done?

Alexander took a deep breath and followed his men. Once outside he spoke up, "You two!" He called, upset, but trying to stay calm. The two guards and quickly turned, looking at Alexander, at first unsure what to say or do. "What is going on?" Alexander spoke very sternly, his eyes focused on the man they were carrying away.

"He was bothering Princess Elena." One of the guards spoke up, though his voice seemed a bit shaky. The fear that they could get into huge trouble standing firmly in their minds. Alexander's eyes instantly softened, though he was still somewhat upset, he no longer felt the need to punish the two guards, though that didn't mean they wouldn't get a stern talking to. "Next time, make sure someone notifies me of what's going on. Carry on then get back to your posts." Alexander went to turn, though he paused halfway to see another guard coming toward all of them.

"What do you need?" Alexander raised an eyebrow to the guard as he approached. "Alexander..." The guard huffed a bit, taking deep breaths. "Have you not been listening during training? Speak up!" Alexander snapped as he watched the guard take deep breaths. If this was an emergency, he needed to know now!

"I overheard prince Christopher," The single guard once again paused, but only briefly as he took one more breath, "He wants to find the man who is being thrown out." Alexander looked back at the man and the guards holding him then looked back castle where the party was being held. "Very well," Alexander spoke sternly. "You, get back to your post," He pointed at the single guard who came running up to him. He then looked back at the other guards and the man. "You all." He paused, thinking of the best solution. "We'll wait for them to come outside, there's no need to cause a scene inside the palace with all the other guests to see." The guards nodded in agreement and Alexander stood outside to wait with them until everything was sorted out.

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Sebastian had stayed there listening to the servant reply to his queries and a small part of him was finding his intial shock
quite funny, of course his face remained completely passive.
"Well I often find these nobles are usually stuck up. Mostly up their own backside"

Sebastian said with a roll of his eyes, while true he did feel this way he also did not want it to sound serious so he played it as a jape.
Hearing the servants response, sebastian nodded his head, there were a number of ladies and gentlemen to spend time with.
"True but I find myself seeking out specific company"

Sebastian hinted, knowing the king was not overly fond of men who liked each others company.
Polishing off his goblet of wine, he scanned the room watching with almost a bored look on his face.
"Besides you know countless affairs are going on, plots are hatched as is the way of life, I find myself wanting something else"

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