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Chance Tag

Chance bounced from foot to foot, adjusting the tie that hung awkwardly and loosely around his neck. He never knew how to situate one quite right. They were agitating things anyway. He was focusing hard on it though to avoid, at all costs, looking over at the clock for the hundredth time. He knew he was running late and the more he looked at the clock, the more anxious he got. Eventually, his fight was lost and his eyes were drawn once again to the slowly ticking clock on the wall. Five minutes had passed! He was running later and later. He was going to be the worst presented Prince there. He bet the others were all already there. But did anyone expect? He'd just arrived that morning and settled down long enough to take a nap and the next thing he knew one of the servants were waking him up in a rush and hurrying him out of bed for the ball.

Giving out a noise of frustration, Chance decided he no longer cared. He huffed and put his hands down at his sides, looking glumly down at the half stuck-out tie that just refused to work for him. If it didn't want to work, then he'd just give it what it wanted. He was done with the stupid thing. Wait, he thought, looking up at the wall and blinking dumbly. He suddenly muttered a short spell and the tie straightened perfectly, looking neat as ever. He could of jumped for joy if he wasn't so frustrated that he hadn't thought of that earlier. Oh, right, he was in a rush. Mask. Where was...

There! Chance strode over to the large mirror hanging spotlessly on the wall, grabbing up his mask and putting it on. He didn't bother to avert his eyes slightly to the side to see how he looked because, frankly, he didn't want to know. Content now, he rushed out the door and down the hall. Oh, I'm so late! They're all sure to think I'm not fit to be a Prince now... That was him. Chance Tag: the Prince who shouldn't be. Mother-murderer extraodinaire! The weird one, the strange and secluded one. The one who spoke to himself and wasn't good around people. The only reason he was even here was because his older brother left home months ago to explore the rest of the world and there were rumors that he found a country he wished to stay in. In all honesty, Chance was both excited and dreading this ball. He wasn't very good around people. And now he was to go and be expected to entertain a soon-to-be bride? They obviously hadn't taken him into account when making these decisions.

Bursting into the ballroom, Chance caught his breath, overly worried that he might be late. "Sorry!" A scolding wasn't on his to-do list today. As he glanced up, however, he sweat-dropped in the realization that he didn't seem to be late at all. There were still one or two people missing. Sure, there were some of the other princes around and some of the girls as well. Everyone looked to be having conversations. The situation dawned on him and he scooted to the side, hoping nobody heard or took notice of his outburst. He made his way to a far wall by himself, taking an interest in the floor and wondering if he could think of a spell to make himself disappear.