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Masquerade; What will be hiding under all?
Topic Started: August 13, 2010, 5:07 pm (182 Views)
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"Welcome of all Kings. Tonight may all royal courts join in peace, and stand together to fill the air with joyous chatter. May all be anonymous and known, as we dance under the heavens till night's end. I present to all, the Court of France is most welcoming to all. Let wine be drunk like water, and all feast like gods. Your warmly invited towards the Masquerade of next generations. To all a good night~

Fidgeting helplessly, Gable couldn't help but pace over and over in the dressing room as she was waiting for the royal guest to arrive. The way the maids rushed around the room to make sure the was no spec of dust to be sited, didn't help her calm her nerves. After all, this was the first of all to be introduced to such royalties other then herself. Some of them where bigger countries with powerful armies, others where smaller, but filled with riches. Overall, the whole country risked itself on one tongue, that was hers.

Unknown if Father had prepared himself ready, she dared to check on him, maybe he had some business to tend to. On the other case, she forgotten about herself most of all, as she was a trickster, a fool in disguise. It was lucky through all these years in the kingdom, but tonight was a public view to all. Being a male heir towards the throne, protecting her identity was the only thing that could run on her mind at the moment, making ticking time ring in her ear.

"Maids, exit the room for a moment."

It was an order, as a flurry of black dresses fluttered out the door at once. All was peaceful for the moment, as she took a seat on the maroon recliner as she pondered with her own fingers.

Remember: Head high, chest out, and keep your voice in check.

Even a million times, she couldn't focus from the sound of her beating heart. It was helpless....

Reaching on the wooden table next to her, laid the mask of the night. It was a beautiful silver, colored in golden decorations that covered only the upper half of her face. The eyes where cut in a shape of a lion's eye, marked with elegant color of dark violet. Feathers where shaped as small wings plucked from an angel's that were decorated on the sides on her mask. The way this piece of material glimmered under the candle lights that filled the room, sat like pure gold in her hands. In her eyes, this was not just a beautiful mask, but something that gave a small comfort of safety.

For a long moment, she and her masks of two only stared at each other in the mist of time and space, forgetting every. There was a warm feeling of a tear quickly raising to her eye, knowing that everything she was giving up for her country, in the name of God, the Lord. Yet, she couldn't help but choke.

Finally after a longs moment, a knock came at the door, the tear vanished itself beneath her layer, and from this moment. She was a man.

"Prince, the guest will be arriving soon. Shall you wait on the outer canopy?"

The canopy was a decorative edge on the second floor. Mostly it sat flowers and beautiful statues, but it gave a nice view of the people arriving below without being seen. Being lead by the maid, Gabe stood out on the ledge, holding the mask honorably to her chest awaiting for the night to begin.

Soon enough, in came the first horse.....

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Zee King of France!

The old king sighed deeply as his chariot travelled across the empty road; the horses’ hooves galloping against the new rock road, he had just ordained, in a mesmerizing fashion. He his knees there was an old golden mask with silver lining he used to wear when he was still young and not fearful of risk breaking something if he danced.

He was a bit early, but she preferred it that way. His previous wife who always nagged him to attend social affairs, who always second guessed his choice of wear for such occasions, who was now a mere memory. The King turned to his empty side, he could feel her nearby. He missed her terribly and he hoped this Masquerade would lighten the load in his heart.

There will be no politicking around, there just be an old king tasting a piece of youth for one night. He put on the mask as the chariot stopped in front of the mansion. His son had planned this party; it was a smart move from a new heir. He regrets not spending more time with this one in particular, so many things were going on he didn’t mean to neglect his wife, his numerous daughters and his one and only son.

The Chariot’s driver stepped down and helped the King step down and walked over to the mansion. The double door was opened and in The King was escorted where the party was being held. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a glass of wine and some little treats.
No more worry, this was a party.
King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom."

Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you."

Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it"

Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be."

Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal."

Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone."
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Father!...

Recognizing the stubby figure, he saw him exit his chariot with his mask in place. It made her want to run over, and embrace what was family. Yet she properly held herself back, as she shifted to stand correctly. Honestly, she admired him so. It was the way he held himself, passionate and strong. Still, he had little time ever with his family, and after mother died, he always kept himself busy. Yet the country needed him more did she.

Clearing her throat, all was coming the sooner. Smoothing pass her short blonde hair, brushing the worries off her. She turned to exit the canopy to meet him, yet such windows gave ghostly refections.

"Maid, as his majesty arrived, take good special care of him."

"Would you greet him, Prince?"

"I shall take myself."

The windows where closed behind her, as she had entered the massive hallway. Red carpets only lead to the marble stares that spiraled down the center of the main floor. Her shoes clicked as she walked down the marble stairs, hiding a warm smile behind such a cold still face. If all, her father expected his only son to be serious.

"My Lord, my father. It has been ages."

Her heart wanted to say more to him, but she restricted herself strictly. The voice of his son was more of low, serious tone, keeping the shape of his mouth barely moving. This statue had more of a passionate heart like his, but alas it can not be shown.

Proud, high, his son almost floated gently as she walked herself over to him. Taking a deep, slow bow, she gave him ever last inch of respect towards him. His age showed on his face, but such wonders could be seen through the mask, with that risky youth he held in his heart.

"As I, host of France, should you be needing anything?"

Snapping her fingers sharply at the servants, three lined themselves in waiting for an order. Such a crooked smile slithered its way onto her face, as she tried to match his piercing dark brown eyes. A word of a small joke let it to be so subtle. The host of France...

"Father, I only ask you nothing more but a prayer towards tonights' delightful evening. Such business with the people is an awfully tiring job..."

Only then, she waited for his word...

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The atmosphere was mesmerizing. There were no people yet, only servants preparing for the guests arrival. This was a well needed distraction from the current political struggle the country was going through. Some time to get his mind off things and to indulge in everything that meant to be a Frenchman.

“J’aime cette patrie” He muttered to himself as a servant swooped near him with a dish filled with cheese. Exquisite taste. Simply parfait! The King’s ears perked up as he turned to face a voice. The young blond lad stood in front of him. His flesh and blood and future King of this magnificent country. He could very well see even through the mask, his wife’s eyes in him.

He felt an odd tug grasping his heart as he heard him speak so formally. It was to be expected; they weren’t simply father and son; the ruler and the next in line. His stance, this party, the young lad was a promising heir.

“Ah, it has. My… How time flies. My heir, my son” The King acknowledged his presence with a humble bow.

The King let out a chuckle. “Well, Host of France, I am in need of nothing at the moment. However; I have this piece of advice for you” The king cleared his throat, his eyes burning with an intense flame.

“The people that will arrive will underestimate you and try to play you like a violin, use this to your advantage. Be mindful of everything you say and do and pick your allegiances carefully. You’re stepping into a game filled with double-entendres and treachery” The King didn’t blink once as he spoke and his tone was harshly serious. The heir probably knew it already, but it helped immensely to hear someone else say it.

He gave him a smile. “You’re my heir. I have full faith in your abilities. Now, how 'bout a toast?”

A servant was near with a bottle of wine and two already served glass. The King promptly handed one to his heir and held his own glass up high.

"To France, and his future ruler!"
King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom."

Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you."

Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it"

Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be."

Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal."

Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone."
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My favorite horse. His black mane, his black coat. The way he looked at humans warily, his eyes shining an emerald green.
A girl sitting on top of him. A red dress swallowing her body up, her long blond hair laying at her sides, her blue eyes looking at humans proudly.

I sat on my favorite horse Shadow, the only comfort I really had, the only friend I really loved. My brother was at home, on probation, and I was stuck in some ball I didn't even want to go to. I was early, even though I rather have been late. But as my "mother" said," Better safe than sorry. " And I had to leave earlier than planned. Another thing I lost upon, protection, which I was surrounded by, three guards to be exact, one behind, one to my right, and one to my left. I was of course, in the front, but why did I need such protection? I was clueless on the subject.

I stopped in front of a building, the lights shining out of it like becons, the sound of peace inside. No one was here, except maybe a few guests so far and servants. I was going to enjoy the quiet while it lasted. I jumped off my horse, landing on the ground graceful, wiping the dust from my dress. I looked over to my guards and gave them an irritated look. I than snarled," You can go now. Thanks anyway." Growling to myself, I knew I would have to have the upmost of manners, for it was a big representation of our kingdom, and this was important to my parents and I couldn't mess it up. I was not excited for what was ahead.

I entered the building, the light enveloping me, making me feel as light as light itself. The red carpet was spread out in front of me, as I gave my invatation to the servant in the front, and put on my mask. The servant looked at me, than my arms, and his eyes widened before he looked away and told me to pass on. It was, a normal reaction.

I was of course, used to people scared of me, for my strange markings on both arms were strange, but i was often irritated by the fact. I guess anything different isn't respected, for everything done wrong could even be resulted in death. I stuck my tongue out an imitated myself hanging, before I sighed and continued walking, giggling to myself as I could imagine what I looked like. I than saw the host of the party, The Prince of France, and The King of France, drinking wine leisurly. It was then I noticed almost right away the Prince seemed different, than most "Princes" per say. A girl maybe? I shook my head and laughed at myself. Not even possible, plus no one would believe me anyway. They all think I'm crazy. At least, my mask hides my face, but my markings really tell everyone who I am.

I curtsied to them, dragging out my dress with my hands and crossing my legs, a thing I never enjoyed doing. Why couldn't I bow? It was much easier. Ugh. I smiled, and opened my mouth to speak, my voice sweet with a smell of Irises, " Nice evening isn't it Your Highness'. Thank you for inviting me to your quite ravashing party." I looked up again, my eyes sparkling in pure, fake happiness. It sickened me.
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"Agreed. To France, and long live the people in it!"

It was not even the beginning, and yet she knew very well how robust her father was. Little she take seriously his harsh voice, only better to show how lively he still was at his age. Yet she had written his words clearly and carefully in her heart, knowing that his words weren't carelessly spoked. This was the world of high power passing itself from generation, to generation. Beyond the powered faces that slept in gold, some had monstrous sides that should be utmost feared. Little did it matter of good, as long as you knew how to survive in the harsh world of politics.

"Father, I may ask...."

Her words where interrupted when the first real guest came in through the door. Suddenly, the where small groups of couples of the Royal court that followed and slowly started to fill the room. In her presence was a lady heading her way. Gable didn't recognize who it was, even without the mask, she couldn't possibly guess a name. For some reason her heart began to race, before a servant came over to whisper in her ear.

"Your majesty, the duchess of Norway arrived...on a horse."

A horse? Why it had been decades sense that happened ever. It almost seemed the servant was unusually uneased by her presence. Yet she could focus less on his words, as she spacely stared at the mask in front of her. The servant excused himself away, as she knelt in front of her.

It was realized, little did she cared for his words, and no matter what judgement had been placed on her. She could see a brave, bold character through that presenting smile. Yet her piercing blue eyes couldn't match those lively aqua eyes that knelt in front of her. Somewhat more colored, and light in comparison. Still, she remembered to respond towards the duchess in the red dress.

"France welcomes the Duchess of Norway delightfully. As a land filled with riches, and fine beauty. I haven't expected less."

Words mixed in riddles, it gave a clear meaning. The way a crooked smile had lit up upon her own saturated face. Having one arm slide behind her in the state of proper fashion, she reached out for her hand, and embraced it gently with her gloved hand as she held it in front of her. It was then noticed that a mark blackened her arm. It was surprising, but Gabe took no interest in it. She had seen worse markings from the black plague, diseases, and bloody marks on prisoners branded.

Bending down to kiss her hand in curtsy....

Gable had restrained herself, and didn't mark her hand with one. It was all but a close bow.

"Shall you be entertained tonight in the land of France, and feel the up most curtsy amongst the palace. My servants will lead you towards the soft seats to rest on after your long journey, and wine will be served shortly. Take now, a lady shouldn't be standing in a conversation of men, otherwise I might worry if her feet may tire before the dance."

Lifting her head up from the bow, she knew this was hypocrisy. Yet from the strange lady, she was not ready to be in presence of the King. If servants could raise such a nose, such gossip between guests and commoners where not needed for her Father, or the Kingdom of France.

Softly letting go of her hand, Gable have gave a nod at her that small grin fell to sleep, and returned itself to such a cold state. It was hard to know what Gable was planning, or even thinking.

"We shall introduce ourselves a bit later...lets save good conversations."

With a just a glance of a servant, he had walked himself over, and bowed in front of the Duchess.

"Madame, Shall I lead you?"



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As always, Albert was late. Not fashionably late nor due to some unforeseen event. No, it was mainly due to him just not wanting to go. From a young age he had always done the things he wanted to. He was happiest this way of course, it meant he could fulfill his dreams and wonders. But now, it was all very depressing. He now had to bow to everyone's whim and fancy, bowing down to those around him. He had to be a " good " heir. Someone who had to be seen as righteous, willing to give all his time and effort to his people.

" Drive, why am I doing this again? Why must I go to this...what was it again? A ball or social dance? "

A whip cracked and the horses sped up considerably. The drive knew full well what he was " suppose " to say, but he was always honest with the young man. After all the the man wasn't only a driver, but somewhat of a nanny and bodyguard tot he young heir.

Th driver turned his head lightly, looking at Albert. He said in a stern voice, " My lord, please. This is a Masquerade. And you must go to this to try and befriend people. You are after all Heir to the Russian throne. And you need allies. Remember, your father has made some...harsh enemies in your homeland for his greed. "

The carriage went silent, unnervingly so. But it wasn't due to anger or the driver saying something wrong. It was because Albert knew exactly what the man was talking about. In the past years his father, " King " of Russia had made many enemies due to his greed and power lust. And if Albert wished to go on and take the throne, well he would need friends. Or people who had the same agenda as his own.

" Are we almost there? " Albert asked impatiently, " I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible. I have, other things to do. "

The driver laughed and cracked his whip again, nodding to the young man. Almost there didn't cut it. As soon as Albert had asked they had arrived. Was it luck, or damn irony that it had happened like that? Who knew, but now it was time to put on the act of caring and go into this Masquerade. As soon as the carriage stopped Albert stepped out of it, showing off his hastiness to get it over with. This could either be seen as a good or bad thing, depending on who it was who noticed.

Albert walked over to the open door, holding his hand up as he was about to be introduced. With a cold voice he said, " No, I will walk in unannounced. I wish to see these people in their own natural way. "

And so he put his mask on, his smile and the one over his face. It was time to go in, and try to make friends. And unannounced was the best way. He could see how these people would act towards someone they did not know. He needed to see if they were like him or his father. This, would make all the difference.
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"France welcomes the Duchess of Norway delightfully. As a land filled with riches, and fine beauty. I haven't expected less."
Was it beautiful? Really, I couldn't remember. I remembered I enjoyed the long fields of flowers and ever lasting forests, their dark insides beconing to me, but that was pretty much it. Were other countries just cities? Really, I didn't have any idea, for I had never traveled very far. Just in my country, and it was only on rare occasions I even left the area of the castle. For I was, always busy with mannerisms and such, and how to be a lady. My parents said I would not lose time on such simple things, but I had often wondered what other countries looked like. I took his words as a compliment.

She almost thanked the prince when he didn't stare at her as he bowed, for it ha been along time since someone had done that. Even her parents stared at her, and it just made her angry. Although, it really didn't matter for she was angry almost all the time, for her twisted personality was hard to control. At least she had enough control to be very 'normal' at the party. She looked at the Prince in interest as his bow was a little 'confused' but she took no interest in it as he opened his mouth to speak once again.

"Shall you be entertained tonight in the land of France, and feel the up most curtsy amongst the palace. My servants will lead you towards the soft seats to rest on after your long journey, and wine will be served shortly. Take now, a lady shouldn't be standing in a conversation of men, otherwise I might worry if her feet may tire before the dance."

That was somewhat rude, but I waved it off. It was ok he was sending me off. It was of course, his party, and I really hated dancing the most, so I would prepare myself for the utmost best behavior i could serve when it happened. Of course, I could've stood all day there without getting tired, but it probably would have bored me to listen to their conversations. At least, they were more interesting than what most women had to say. " I woke up this morning, and my hair was horrible! " "Oh deary, I feel so sorry for you! How did you make it dormant? " Like that. I twisted my mouth in disgust. I would not take wine however, for the taste was horrible.

"We shall introduce ourselves a bit later...lets save good conversations."
It my mind, I really had no ideas for good conversations, and my talks were usually built by a couple of sentences before they were finished. I guess I would have to wait and see if the talking would last more than a few mere minutes. I was curious when I saw a servant come out of nowhere and bow to me. His eyes wavered a bit as he looked up, a common response.

"Madame, Shall I lead you?" I nodded, and we were off. I followed him almost all the way across the giant room as I looked at all the beautiful walls and paintings, the brilliant lights and chandeliers. It was quite pretty, and I actually cared this time. The servant stopped and I almost ran into him, scaring him a bit as he asked if I wanted wine before he left. I replied a sweet 'no thank you' before he was off on his way and I was sitting there alone. I didn't mind of course, for it was the same as it had been for about a month now. A Prince made me insanely curious as he entered.

He looked like he had a forced smile like me as well, but I couldn't be sure. Did he hate as parties as well? Most likely not. Most royalty loved the petty things that made me sick, and so i sighed as my hope distinguished like a flame blown out. I took a grape and plopped in my mouth.

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Claus sat back in the carriage's seat. The bumps in the road lifted him out of his seat every now and again. He cursed under his breath. They caused him to either hit his head on the back wall or land hard on the semi comfortable seat. He tried closing his eyes at one point but a nap never came. Neither did peace. He was nervous about this evening's events. He was used to accepting visitors and being one himself but masquerades were something completely different. He was not to be known and he was not to know the others. That bothered him the most.

His mask was on the seat next to him. As he looked down at it, it slid forward and off the seat. He reached forward and grabbed it just inches away from the floor. Claus heaved a heavy sigh. It wasn't a fragile mask but to get it dirty or ruin it would be devastating. People would speak ill of the German prince.

"Sir, we are here," the driver called from the front. Claus could hear him move about from his seat to the door. He opened the door and stepped to the side. With another sigh, Claus lifted the mask to his face and tied the ribbon behind his head. He looked at the driver and pointed at the mask. The driver nodded once. That was a good sign.

The prince stepped out of the carriage and onto the path that was to lead to the palace. He bowed once at the driver then began the walk toward the main doors. Claus didn't like that he was alone for this. His family had sent him on his own. It was almost a test.

Outside the main door he stood up straighter. He brushed himself off with his hands and made sure his clothes were straight. He nodded once to himself to reassure his nerves. He entered the main hall muttering, "Los ghet's"

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"Leonie, we are almost arriving. Are you sure you do not want me with you?" The worried driver spoke as he was slowing reaching the entrance with his slowed horse. Inside of the deeply gothic colors that saturated anything about a night of good times, lit a tiny figure in a white dress. The carriage itself blended more into the night with it's dark colors, to hide anything that was rotten old, a odd wheel, and the way the curtains inside sat a deep old tale of maroon.

Coughing horribly, the figure regained her breath, and pleasantly smiled down to the mask in her hand.

"It is no need to fret for something. Tonight should be one of joy, not worries.

"But Lady, your med-"

"Shush now, we have none of that to spoil such a mood of tonight. I also invite you to eat your fill along with the others. Please, be a favor, and let me live."

"Yes...Madame."

The driver couldn't help but choke on his words, as they perfectly stopped on the steps on the palace. He quickly rushed to opened the door, but was too late for her opening a gate of something magistracy upon her. Her palace was bleak with grey stones that showed a sign of being worn, and torn. It had beautiful angels carved in marble, and the place glittered with gold and silver. All seemed like a gate of heaven on earth, but little was to be fooled in the marvelous site of the riches. She would be dealing with the two great powers that where leading her land into destruction, unknowingly in the crowd of the beautiful masks.

Everything was all but fair when she had slipped into the mask, that too hid her identity to others. Angels wouldn't see the gruesome, pitiful look on her fragile thin face tonight, so it shall be a night to remember then to think of such sorrows. All was let in a breath, as she had accidentally bumped into someone entering the same halls as she.

"Excuse me, sir. I have not known your path. I only apologize to such troublesome."

The girl with the cat-like mask, bowed in front the unknown, and hurried along to the main floor to see a large group of smiling faces that covered the silky marble floor. With all, the crowd couldn't care less of her, and she felt somewhat assured of her safety because of it.

Lifting her long dress slightly, she felt it already heavy, and anchoring on her small fragile state. Coughing to clear her throat, she almost seemed to wander in the majestic room of all. It was a verge of fantasy and reality, in her eyes, mostly. As her stare couldn't stop looking at the beautiful ceiling paintings of the floor.

Clumsy as she was, she happened to stumble again to a nice couch with a lovely girl on it. Nether did she know who she was, but it was a need of short rest that urged her to sit next to her. Leonie didn't realize much of her but her angel locks, golden then hers. She could not help but stared to such color of a person.

"May I say, such an arrangement of people are here today, and yet you seem to be alone."

An odd, awkward try to speak in conversations.

"As our youth is inspired here, it seems the most peaceful time if the heavens gave such mercy towards their children. Such luxury of the French is in amazement. Shall you be a Queen wife, if I dare to say?"

It was nothing more in friendly conversations of company...

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A woman, or girl I couldn't be too sure, made me turn to her warily when she sat next to me on the couch. She had blond hair but it was more dull, and her body looked fragile like if you touched her she would break. I wondered as she spoke to me, how her words were so strong. Maybe she hated being weak? Like I hated being a woman? I couldn't comprehend it really, but I decided to be friendly, just for tonight. I couldn't wait to go home and pet my black cat Ash.

My hand went to my hair and pushed it out of my face as I sighed and looked in the distance, trying to forget all the noises made in the ballroom. The many people that irritated me s the crowd got pnly bigger, and thicker with gossip. A big arrangmemt of people indeed, but
with all the same goal. To b on good terms with France. I wanted to spit on the ground. I wasn't made for this stuff.

" Yes I daresay so many people walking around creating a rainbow of different colors. I may be blessed, but I really think the gods have passed over me in their grace. " I thought of my markings, looked at them and sighed. " I agree France is a very luxurious country, but I am not used to so many buildings you see, I live in a place very open. I am a Queen to be, buy I have no husband so not yet..." I smiled a bit sadly. No man would want me.
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A masked girl bumped into him in the main hallway. Claus steadied himself. He ran his hands over his jacket. He nodded down at the young girl, princess even if he didn't know any better. "It is of no issue," he said to the cat masked girl. She made her way down the rest of the hall. The young prince made no sudden movements to try to keep pace with her. He hadn't made it to the party yet and figured he would rather greet the hosts before running off with another.

He walked casually but stood tall as he walked down the remainder of the hall. The guards were pointing the way and it sounded like the music was getting louder. Claus entered the main hall. It was a lovely room, large and tall and lavishly decorated. He smiled coyly to himself. Then he made his way further in and off to the side. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his light blue eyes surveyed the room. A small group had arrived already it seemed. Everyone looked to be on their own and just as uncomfortable as he felt. He looked down at the tips of his shoes. He had a feeling this would be a very long night.
You don't only belong to yourself, you know. I doubt there is a single person in this world that belongs only to himself. When someone makes a connection there is always something shared. And so people will never be completely free. It's that which brings out fun, and sadness and love.
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