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Re: Masquerade

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Mithos ran toward Queen Sarah's chambers frantically. What is taking Ara so long to rsvp? I hope Mother has a response.

Mithos burst into the chamber without knocking. He heard Queen Sarah shreek. "Mom, it's just me."

"Oh! Dear heavens Mithos, you shouldn't just barge into someone's room without knocking. Especially if it's a Queens room. Who know what I might have been doing."

"Sorry Mother. I'm just eager to know. Has Ara of the Shadowlands responded yet?"

"No Mithos, she has not. But I am sure she will respond anytime now. Or, for all we know, the mail could have gotten held over. At any rate, she will undoubtedly be here for the ball."

Queen Sarah's assurence did little to calm Mithos. Plus, he could've swore he heard her say, I hope so, as he left the room. There was one thing he was sure of, he was not going to let the ball occur, without here coming.
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Mithos ran to King Eric. "Father, I am requesting a carriage take me to Ara, in the Shadowlands."

King Eric's face twisted with apprehension,"Mithos, I can't let you do that. The Shadowlands are far to, well, far. And, on top of that, the Shadowlands are very dangerous. They do not treat people as nicely as the people of Crystalline."

Mithos was filled with despair,"But Father," Mithos voice grew shaky,"Ara hasn't responded. I know something must be wrong. If you had been there when we shared that dance, you would understand how I know."

King Eric was swept with a wave of compassion,"Okay. Go get ready, the carriage will be ready for you by eight o' clock."

Mithos ran towards his room with a shout of,"Thanks dad."
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Re: Masquerade

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Ara stood beside the King, shivering in the new day's cold morning air. Dark clouds hung ominously overhead, threatening to burst into rain at any moment, but they were stuck outside, waiting for the Prince's return. Ara sighed audibly.

The King shivered and pulled his fur-lined coat closer to his body, but he forced a smile, "Not a very nice day, is it, dear Ara?"

"No, sir." quipped Ara hastily as she glanced at her father on the other side. He stood still, gazing ahead with steely eyes, and then glanced at her. Ara quickly averted her gaze, still angry for yesterday's ruling on the invitation. Around her neck was the necklace, but the coat she wore hid it well.

"Good that you agree. Well, Jhavonte? Should it be time or not? I do not think I would like to be in this cold more than need be. There is such a thing as 'waiting inside'." growled the King.

Jhavonte sniffed, "They should be coming soon, sir."

As if on cue, the guard atop the gatehouse called eagerly, "The Prince is back!"

Ara could have sworn she saw the King straighten a bit and let emotion creep into his eyes as the gate opened, but it might have just been a trick in the nasty weather's lighting. He smiled faintly, "About time..."

The regiment that the Prince travelled with plodded in on their horses, battered and weary. Obviously, the outposts where they had departed from didn't fare well with the weather. Their horses looked soggy and wet, and more than half the soldiers rode in with blankets tucked around them in an effort to keep warm.
The Prince rode up directly to the waiting three and their guards and slid off his steed with a tired moan, "Hello, Papa. Greetings, Uncle, and... Ara! How nice to see you!"
The Prince stood a full foot taller than Ara, almost seven foot yet not quite. His hair, streaked with red, glistened greasily in the dark morning light. His eyes glistened with weariness, and he looked about to faint from exhaustion.

The King smiled pointedly, "Weather horrible in the Sunterlandes?"

"Oh, horrible, Papa! Do you know it rains nearly every day there?" complained the Prince, "I cannot believe you sent me there without a warning on how wet it would be!"

"You had to go somewhere." murmured the King, chuckling darkly, "And the takeover is complete?"

"Nearly, Papa. Only a small army of resistors in the southern tips."

"Good." Turning, the King motioned to his posse of guards and said, "Come inside where it is warmer."

~

The instant they entered the King's chambers, the Prince bounded over to a couch, plopped down into it, and fell asleep instantly. The King glared at him silently for a moment before sighing and turning to Bander, "Does it really rain every day there?"

"Almost, sir." replied Jhavonte quickly.

Musing on this fact, the King stalked over to a chair and sat. He fingered his chin. His eyes locked on Ara and he smirked, "Why do the two of you not sit down?"

Ara curtsied nervously, feeling the invitation in her pocket crinkle at her movement, "Because you have not invited us to sit, sire."

"Well answered, Ara. You may sit."

Ara and Bander took a seat across from the King quietly and reverently, letting no unthought action occur that may show disrespect. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the King never stopping his intent stare on Ara with his dead eyes. Bander shifted uncomfortably, aware of the King's interest in his daughter. Finally, Ara ventured, "Sir?"

Bander blanched as the King blinked and replied, "Yes? What is it?"

"I have a favor to ask, sire, if it might not be too bold for me to ask so-said favor."

The King glanced at Jhavonte's terrified face and smirked, "From the look on dear brother's face, it seems to be very important. You may ask."

Without a word, Ara pulled the invitation from her pocket and handed it over, hopeful that he would see some reason to send her. The King gazed at the invitation for a while, reading and rereading its content with eyes that suddenly lit up with sparkles of interest. He chewed his lip in musing thought before glancing up at Ara, "And you want to go? Why ask me? Jhavonte is your father."

"He said I needed your permission."

The King smiled, "A ball sounds rather fun, no, Jhavonte?" He cast a mocking glance at Bander, who turned his eyes away in shame, "Why not let my niece and I have our bit of fun? I'd rather go and see her dance than stay here in this boring room day after day after day."

Ara froze, blood chilling in her veins. The King come with her? "B-b-but, sire... isn't there... matters of state that must be attended to?"

The King turned suddenly lifeless eyes to her and frowned, "I can tell that you'd rather not have me with you, Ara. No need to hide the fact, so stop talking around the matter of point. I haven't had much to do other than look forward to seeing you and arranging the marriage. I would like a break from 'matters of state', as you put it, and see Crystalline. I've heard it's rather beautiful."

Stricken, Jhavonte stammered, "But sir! The council would never allow it! Even if you could go, you would have to take a whole legion with you for the council to start to feel even relatively safe!"

The King toyed with a dagger that had so suddenly appeared in his hands, eyes dangerous and mouth set in a firm line as he glared at Bander, "Blazes to the council! They are charged with protecting me and all they do is imprison me. If Ara goes, I go... and so does my son." He glanced over at the sleeping prince on the couch.

Ara stared at him in undisguised horror. He was going to come! How horrible! But, still, she had gotten her permission, so she could go. Standing, she curtsied, "Sir, may I leave to send a message back saying we will come?"

"Yes, Ara. I have much to discuss with your father, as it happens." The King latched a cold, unfeeling eye on the shivering Jhavonte.

Ara hurried from the room, relieved to be out of the King's presence and able to attend the Crystalline ball. What fun! Now, all that was needed was to send back the reply. She nearly sprinted to her room, but controlled herself enough to allow a fast-paced walk. When she entered, a surprise waited for her. A large bunch of red roses stood on her bedside table, housed in a beautiful glass vase and spewing its lovely blooms in all directions. Gaping, she stood in the doorway for a moment before bounding over and grabbing up a tag that hung from vase. 'To the Prince Arbarary; from the Prince Mithos.'
What perfect timing!
Grabbing up some paper, she scribbled down a 'Yes! I can come!' reply, along with a note that the King and Prince may come as 'escorts', and called a servant in from the hall. She handed him the note and told him to have it delivered to the capitol of Crystalline. Smiling as the servant left, Ara threw herself onto her breath and shivered with delight as she stared at the beautiful flowers.
What a perfect coincidence!

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Re: Masquerade

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Mithos face lit up with joy. Queen Sarah had said she had an urgent message for him. He sprinted down the hall. A few leaps away from Queen Sarah's quarters, he heard his father talking to someone in hushed tones.

"Yes, that is correct. If he does not find someone to marry soon, your daughter shall have his hand."

Mithos stomach started to coil. He's promising my hand in marriage? There's no way! Mithos fought with this idea. He finally pushed this thought to the back of his mind and continued on his way to Queen Sarah.
~~~~~~~
As Mithos approached the door, he reached out his hand and tapped the door.

A very anxious Queen Sarah threw open the door. "Mithos, what took you so long? Nevermind! You'll never guess what just arrived."

Mithos opened his mouth already knowing. But before he could answer, Queen Sarah shouted,"Ara responded! She, the King of the Shadowlands, and his son are all coming to the ball. Isn't that fantastic?"

Mithos smiled until he realized all of what she had said. The King and his son are coming. Oh no.

Queen Sarah caught sight of this and answered,"Don't worry. I'm sure the King and the Prince are fabulous people.... no matter what people say about them."

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Re: Masquerade

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The Prince sat beside Ara as they both watched the King argue angrily with one of the council. Slowly, he leaned over and whispered, "I heard that you've gotten me into a ball, Ara? How's that?" He immediately straightened.

Ara waited till the council member started squeaking his reply before answering, "I asked if I could go and your father kind of invited himself and you."

"Oh... Sorry for his rudeness." The Prince quietly said. They both fell into silence as the arguement augmented.

Jhavonte had apparently went behind the King's back and informed the council of the Majesty's plans to sneak away to attend the Crystalline ball. Disgruntled, the council had sent their best spokesman in to try to persuade the King out of going. He was enraged, though. "He did not! I swear! Next time I see him, I am going to cut out his tongue and then he won't be able to tell you a bliddy thing!"

The council man bowed respectfully once more, maybe for the fifth, sixth time, "Sir, you cannot go to the ball! It is too dangerous! Who knows what they will do?"

"They will dance, and me along with them!" shouted the King furiously, drawing a dagger.

The man drove on anyway, oblivious to the dagger in his King's hand, "Sir, there are so many dangers! Assassins, poisons, not to mention the Crystalline royalty! You know how... simple their goverment is!"

The King snarled and raised the dagger, ready to plunge it into the man, but the Prince coughed distactingly, "Uh, Father, wouldn't you rather... send him out?"

Glancing up, the man froze in fear at the sight of the knife hovering over his head as the King glared at his son, biting his lip in anxiety. Finally, he spat, "Fine!" He threw the dagger down and hissed at the man, "Get out! There will be no more talk about this! I am going, no matter what!"

The man scurried out, and the Prince sighed in sarcasm, "That was lovely."

Ara stared at the King as he paced over to them, moodily cracking his knuckles, eyes ablaze with glitters that hinted at his anger, "Are you okay, sir?"

The King paused, turned to glance at her, and then reached out to force her chin up so she stared straight into his eyes, "What do you think, Ara?" Releasing her, he turned away from her, shaking with annoyed anger.

The Prince leaned over and patted Ara on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Ara. He's not mad at you."

Heedless to the part that concerned Ara, the King growled, "I should just kill them all, shouldn't I?"

"Please don't, father."

Ara nodded in agreement with the Prince, "You shouldn't. They're the council."

Turning, the King glared at her for a minute before snapping, "You didn't say 'sir'!"

"Sir."

"That's better. The council's bliddy annoying! They think they can control me? Next time they try to, I'm going to rip out their hearts and eat them! I swear I will!"

The Prince rolled his black eyes, "You swear a lot of things, Father, but you rarely do them."

"Ah, be quiet!" The King turned away, frustrated and annoyed, "I have enough to worry about without them! Marriage is not an easy thing to organize, you know! I still have so many things and-" He stopped abruptly and glanced back at Ara, whose face had turned ashen white, "Nothing. Nothing at all. Just your marriage is not going so well in the organizing sense of things."

Ara gulped. She really did not want to marry the Prince, even though he was a nice guy and all...
The thought of Prince Mithos wormed into her mind at the very thought of marriage...
He was so much better than the Prince!

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Re: Masquerade

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Name: Ishtar Aukiyo
Age: 23
Height: 5'6
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Red
Princess of the land of Alexia
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Ishtar had been sitting in their rose garden when a male servant all but ran towards her with an envelope. Curious, she asked him what it was; the servant said nothing but handed the letter - or at least, she assumed it was a letter - to her.

"It's an invitation to a ball of some sort," she said as she read it. "Held in... Crystalline."

She had heard many things - albeit mostly rumors - about the kingdom of Crystalline, especially the way their laws were, but she had never visited that kingdom before.

I haven't been to a ball in quite some time, she thought to herself. Besides, at least I would get this chance to see what Crystalline was all about.

Turning her attention to the servant, who looked rather impatient as to what to do, she gave her reply:

"Please notify the person or persons who sent this that I will be comming." With a nod of his head, the servant quickly left.

Ishtar sighed deeply; it seemed that every day, a new war was starting. Alexia has been at peace for nearly 150 years, and she prayed it would stay that way as long as possible. Turning her violet eyes towards the somewhat-cloudy skies, she began to think about one day ruling over this kingdom. Her mother, Queen Hikaru Aukiyo, had been getting sick as of late, and no one seemed to know what she had or how long she had left to live. Keeping that in mind, she went to see her mother, still lying in bed under the doctor's orders.

It always impressed Ishtar how her mother's eyes looked so bold and radiant, regardless of her illness. Her hair was the same color - a deep, vibrant red - though her skin was begining to look pale. Ishtar quietly approached the bed, bowed out of respect, and told her about the ball.

"Of course you may go dear," her mother replied in a soft voice. "You should have told me first before you sent the reply, though. Next time, ask me before you do that."

A smile quickly came across Ishtar's face. She already knew the perfect dress to wear to the ball.

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Re: Masquerade

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The King was annoyed to an utmost serious degree, and the seamstress knew it. Hastily taking his measurements, she trembled as the King kept fidgeting under her fingers.

"Must you take your time? I have matters to tend to!" he muttered, swearing afterwards under his breath.

Ara had her own personal seamstress taking her measurements. Her lady took her time, jotting down each measure down onto a piece of parchement with meticulous detail. Ara glanced over at the King and smirked inadvertently, "May I ask what, sir?"

The King froze, allowing the servant to finally capture the tape around his slim waist and take down his measure. Slowly, he turned his head towards her, blinked, and then turned the other way to the Prince, wrenching the seamstress with him, "How did you get done so fast?"

The Prince had his nose buried into a book of fairy-tales. Gazing up with a 'Hmm?', he cocked his head before smiling, "I stayed still."

"Sir! Please!" pleaded the seamstress, tugging at the King's sleeve.

Sighing, the King let the seamstress turn him around and resume the taking of the measurements, "Blasted day, really! Can't even use an excuse to get out of this boring thing!"

Ara put in, "But you do want to look good for the ball, don't you?" The King just stared straight ahead for a moment before Ara rolled her eyes and added, "Sir."

The King nodded approvingly, "Thank you. Yes, I do want to look good at the ball, but I also do not want someone to be touching me like..." He glared down at the shivering servant who was rounding the tape measure round his thigh, "Her."

The seamstress whispered, "I'm sorry." Quickly, rushing, she hastily finished the measuring and scrambled out of the room.

The King sighed in relief and turned to Ara, "Now you're the only one." His smile was mocking under glittering black eyes.

Blushing as her seamstress measured her bust, Ara glared at him, "Please say I get to choose what I get to wear, sir."

"Yes. I've already sent down what I want mine to look like." The King glanced at the Prince, "And... how about you?"

"I still need to do that." mumbled the Prince, still immersing himself in his book, "Father, why does the rabbit always get away from the fox?"

The King sighed, "Really... Why do you read such nonsense? You should be reading matters of state books."

"Ahh... phooey. Those are no fun, whatsoever."

Ara snickered and turned her eyes to the wall, happily imagining what she wanted her dress to look like... She wanted something that would impress...

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Re: Masquerade

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Mithos hurried down the corridor. King Eric's summons had sounded important.Oh no, what's going on now?

As Mithos drew closer to the door it burst open. A familiar dark man walked out. Mithos couldn't place the name until he suddenly spoke up, "Ahh, Prince Mithos. What a....pleasure it is to see you again. I was just talking to your father about some Ball details."

"Jhavonte, is that you?"

"Why, what a priveledge that you remembered my name. Anyhow, I must be off. I have some... business with Ara and the King back in the Shadowlands. Good day."

As he left Mithos detected a grim face from King Eric. "Father, what happened? What did he say?"

"Well, he had a few questions about the relationship between you and Ara. Is it just formal or is something going on between you two?"

"Ummm, well......"

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Re: Masquerade

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It was the next morning.
Ara was still lounging about in her sleep, pulling the covers of her bed over her exposed and shivering shoulders, when the door creaked open and her father, bedraggled and weary from his recent travelling, peered in. He softly crept in, closing the door behind him, and stepped over to her bed. He sat down at the edge and sighed, "Oh, Ara..."

Ara moaned as her dreams broke with his soft voice, "Huh...? Papa...?"

Jhavonte watched her solemnly as he raised a hand and caressed her head, "Ara, you awake? I'm sorry if I woke you up... I just wanted to see you."

Smiling faintly, Ara pushed his hand from her head, "Where did you go? The servants just said you were off for a meeting."

"Crystalline." Jhavonte's voice grew hard.

Wide awake at the mention of the country, Ara sat up, blinked, and then asked eagerly, "Why?"

Bander glared at her sourly, "I trust your excitement is for... other reasons... particularly... a certain prince, perhaps?" His voice was strangled with restrained, frustrated anger.

Ara's face fell before she asked quietly, fearing her father's wrath, "No, father." She hoped he wouldn't see through her lie.

"I went to ask the King Eric about details on the ball. If you must know, the King had absolutely no other knowledge of you other than that you were my daughter. I trust that to be a good sign. Either that, or he was lying."

Ara stared at him, horrified, "You asked if Prince Mithos had a crush on me?"

Jhavonte leapt up, suddenly seeming much more large and itimidating than he usually was. His eyes glittered with anger as he hissed, "No! I asked if the little brat had a crush on you! He is not a prince anymore to my eyes, Ara! He is a maggot who has stolen the name of royalty and has made it a common thing! He is a maggot! No! Less than a maggot! When you go to the ball, I want you to stay away from that... thing!"

Ara shivered as she watched her father catch his breath and pant furiously, "But... Father... Can't I even say hello?"

Suddenly, Jhavonte was his composed, usual self. Hand resting upon the sword at his waist, he smiled broadely, "What's that? A hello to his Maggotness? Why not? He cannot pollute you with words unless he's a spawn of the devil. I don't doubt that he is, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

Ara crossed her arms and fumed, "You're so mean! He doesn't deserve those names!"

Jhavonte smirked, "Of course not, dear. He doesn't deserve any name at all! But I figure it would be rather rude if I addressed the... Prince as an 'it'."

"Father!" whined Ara.

Jhavonte spun on his heel and stalked out of the room, chuckling morbidly. He had a troop inspection to conduct, and military presided over family matters, as it was. No time for small talk.
Just work.

Ara sat frozen for a few moments, staring at the open door, before a servant peered in bashfully and called, "Lady Ara? The King and Prince request your presence..."

Flying into a rage, Ara flung her covers at the door, scaring the servant as she stormed up and towards the bathroom, "No! I'm sick!"

"Lady Ara? But... the King..." pouted the servant, wringing his hands in his trousers.

"Tell him I've caught... typhoid or something! Make it contagious! I don't want to see them!"

The servant scuttled away, muttering and whining to himself under his breath.

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Mithos sat on his bed twiddling his thumbs. There were on five hours until the ball began.

What is it going to be like seeing Ara and her father after Jhavonte previous invasion of privacy?

Anger welled up in Mithos. How dare he intrude on, he pondered for a moment, whatever is going on between Ara and I. His anger faded away and confusion took it's place. What was going on between Ara and him?

All he could think of was the last time they had met. Even through their clumsy dance there had been something special. The way her eyes had twinkled. It had been a horrible feeling when the dance was over.

A servant rushed in scattering Mithos's thoughts. "Prince Mithos. Your outfit has arrived. But for some reason, your mother wants you to go see her with the outfit before you try it on."

"Why does she want that?"

When the servant just shrugged his shoulders Mithos rolled his eyes."So, where is the outfit?"

Shock passed over the servants face. "I didn't give it to you already. I could've sworn..... Oh! Here it is." He handed Mithos the crimson suit.

It looked even better with the adjusted sleeves. It also seemed that the ladies had extended the overcoat so that the longer sleeves would look more natural. Mithos took the suit from the servent and started heading down the corridor to Queen Sarah's room.
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When he got there the door was already open. Queen Sarah was looking in a multi-mirror making worried faces. Her gown was a soft blue with dark blue undertones. She spotted Mithos in the mirror. She turned to him with a smile but when she saw the maroon color of his suit her smile faded.

"Mother, what's wrong. Don't you like it."

She gave him one her looks. "I could have sworn I told you and your father to get blue suits. I wanted us to match. But this morning your father came in with a dark, forest green. Now you have red. This is turning out to be quite a mess." She shifted her position and then spoke up, "Anyway, Ara, her father, the Shadowland King, and his son should be arriving a few minutes before the ball starts. Go back to your room and get ready. It's going to be quite a night!"

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Ara grudgingly sat by the King in the coach, glaring across at the solemn face of her father. The carriage bounced at every bump, and the tell-tale clip-clops of horses feet pounded outside. The escort of ten of the best soldiers did seem to make more noise than they should have...
To her left, the King happily picked at his costume, a rather ravishing green and silver embroidered thing that called for attention. Jhavonte wore his general's uniform as usual, as the Prince wore his normal princely affairs.
Only she and the King had really dressed up. How... disgusting to be even similar to him.
Her dress was a light sky blue, broken by heavy brocades of dark sea blue and teal. Spotting the cloth were pearls and sapphires that perfectly accented the matching tiara upon her head. Mithos's present of a necklace hung around her neck but hid away under the collar of the dress.

Sighing, the Prince asked, "When are we going to get there?" Ara nearly jumped in surprise. So far, the trip had been in complete and total silence after the King had become furious at Jhavonte for insisting on bringing the guards.

The King glared at his son, "Nearly, I should say."

"Ah... don't be like that, sire." muttered Jhavonte, rubbing his forehead in a vain attempt to rid himself of the headache that the silence had brought on, "We're already in the town. We just need to go through the castle gates and we're there. We should be pulling up right about... now."
As he said the last word, the carriage wobbled to a stop, and the King instantly had disappeared outside with an excited, all too unkingly squeak. Fuming, Ara peered out at the royal, who's head was jerking this way and that in curiousity. The guards had already surrounded him in a wide circle. "Ara, you're in the way." Jhavonted said, tapping at her head.
Ara bounded out, followed by her father and the Prince. Rolling his eyes at his father's amazement, the Prince tugged at the King's sleeve, pulling him towards the tall doors that marked the entrance to the ball. The King fell into rapid mutterings, constantly repeating on how colorful the castle was, how much a target it would make. His dead eyes roved up to the battlements, and he smirked before commenting on how low they seemed to be compared to the ones back home.
Ara stared angrily at his back, hearing him cast comment after comment after comment on all the faults of this castle. It almost sounded like he was mapping out the 'errors' in case he would ever need to attack this place...
They entered the grand hall, and instantly, Ara forgot all her worries on the King's sudden noting behaviour. She glanced around eagerly.
Where was Prince Mithos now?

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Mithos shook his head. After all the confusion and worrying, he had dozed of on his bed. He slowly wiped the tired from his eyes.

There was a giant thwomping on the door. When Mithos didn't respond, one of the shorter maids barged into the room,"So, Prince Mithos, are you ready for the......," she finally laid her eyes on Mithos's desheiveled "sleep hair", "Oh for goodness sakes!"

She ran out of the room with an upset look upon her face. This didn't daunt Mithos. He was sure that, even with the King and the Prince of the Shadowlands coming tonight, having princess Ara would make everything better.

He left his room and began to descend the staircase when he heard voice at the front door. A couple of the guards were talking in disgust. Apparently the Prince of the Shadowlands was less then pleasable. "Do you know he told me that the giant, old wooden doors were not only impractical, but also disgusting." Another one replied," That's nothing! He told me that our uniforms seemed to be of the lowest quality and that, if we ever hoped to stand up in battle, we had better invest the type of uniforms his soldiers wore. His soldiers don't talk or show emotion.

The prospects of spending the night being in the same room with this man, did not please Mithos. As Mithos was frowning and pondering the type of horrendus things that could go wrong with this man here, he spotted Princess Ara. He ran to her, but before he could reach her, the short nurse ran up with a giant brush and pulled him towards the bathroom.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Fri Nov 09, 2007 8:24 pm

Ara's eyes were rooted upon the arguing Prince and and the guard who had first started the debate.

Hefting the glaive in his hands, the Prince angrily repeated, "Look at the width of this! This would snap in any real battle!"

"I've been in real battles and that has always served me well."

The King glanced at them wearily, "Just leave the poor man alone..."

The Prince furiously shoved the glaive back, glared at his father, "The glaives are so thin here! They'd sna-"

"Just shut up... I have a headache..." The King rubbed his head, as if in pain.

Ara sighed, glanced around. She was tempted to call out Mithos's name. He should have been here by now to greet her, to say a simple greeting at least!

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ArtFreakAngel on Fri Nov 09, 2007 8:44 pm

Mithos found himself being pampered by so many maids he couldn't count them all. One was tugging at his hair. Another maid was putting some makeup on his face so his face would stand out. Yet another nurse was washing his hands and feet, for some reason Mithos could not figure out.

"Everybody stop," Mithos looked around to make sure none of the maids were still doing something. "I'm fine and presentable. Now I must go check on our guests." He spotted a few of the nurses whisper to each other and then giggle. This annoyed Mithos.

He left the chamber and sprinted as fast as he could toward the entrance, or at least until he heard a maid shout at him from behind, "Don't run, you'll mess up your hair."

Mithos slowed down to a fast walk and continued his way toward the front chamber. He finally reached Princess Ara. He suddenly felt hot and flustered. He tried to form a word, but all that he could manage saying was,"Hegh."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Rache on Fri Nov 09, 2007 8:54 pm

Ara whirled about, face turning a bright red when she saw it was Mithos. Instinctively, her hand went up to her chest to feel the soft outline of the necklace he had sent her with the bunch of roses. "Oh... Uh... Hey..." She wasn't sure what he had meant with his greeting, an uttered murmur, but she felt somewhat urged to respond.

Instantly, her father stood at her shoulder, his shadow falling across it to fall onto Mithos's chest. Eyes narrowing, he hissed softly, "Well, well... If it isn't the maggot..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Sat Nov 10, 2007 2:25 pm

Name=Senryu McCrow
Hair=Pale Blonde, spiked and three quarter parted bangs ran down to lip-length. Bangs usually are brushed out of his eyes.
Eyes=Ice
Height=5'9"
Weight=125 pounds
Status=Royal Bard (and swashbuckler!) of Alonia
Alonia: The forested land of Music

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Sat Nov 10, 2007 2:49 pm

As Alonia was just Northeast of Crystalline, King Eric and King Bereg were friends (and distant cousins). But Bereg had one rule for his diplomat and daughter: She was only allowed to take one person. And so she had taken her best friend with her. Of course, he walked off when the formal greetings and bullshit started. He had little patience for formalities.

It was no secret Senryu grew up on the streets, his brogue was still apparent in his speech.
The McCrow crested circlet he wore in his hair proudly showed his poor heritage. Though of course, Senryu had brought fame to his surname. He wore his customary "royal" clothes, a rich red and black tunic that went a little above his knees, befitted with silver lining and a grandiose silver necklace. He had little liking for fancy clothing, but fancy people required it.
Harp on his back, Senryu walked throughout the crowd in the large and grand entry hall. No women had caught his eyes this night, mostly because of the down-the-nose looks he received from true royalty. It was only the beginning of the ball though, which Kya said was going to be a sure "boring night" as last time. The only difference- Senryu was supposed to play the last song, his tear-spawning "Departure."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Walter Barrecks on Sat Nov 10, 2007 3:49 pm

Name= Waz Biri
Hair= Brown, straight, down to his eyes in front, neck in back.
Eyes= Orange
Height= 6
Weight= 200
Status= Honorable Samurai/ Royal Guard
The Empire of Islands far east


Being sent to guard his Emperor's daughter, Ayan, Waz was really wasn't in a fun mood until Ayan invited him as her date. His habit's would have normally would have made him a Ronin, but the Emperor wanted him as there personal guard due to his skill.

Waz was dressed in his countries speical military dress(looks like civil war clothes, has flat cap), following Ayan who dragged him around the place. He realized how pretty she was in the pink Kimono, with her black hair going down to her shoulders. He forgot it, replacing the thought with his job. His sword was left outside, which he did not like one bit. The two bumped into a man wearing a harp. "Sorry sir, my fault." Ayan quickly said embaressed. Waz merely said. "How do you do?"
"She called me late last night, to say she loved me so.
But I guess you changed her mind.
Well I should have known it wouldn't be all right,
But I can't live without her
So I won't even try...
And if I get drunk, then I'll pass out on the floor now baby.
Cause you won't bother me no more.
And if you're drinking, well you know that you're my friend and I say
I guess I'll have myself a beer."
Reel Big Fish- Beer

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:04 pm

Senryu was bumped into by a royal girl. He expected her to chastise him for walking into a royal person, but instead was apologized to.
"Dun be silly, it was obviously I who walked into ye." He looked to the larger, military looking man, extending a hand."Humm.... I be doin, mate. I be doin, that's fer sher. An' yersself?" Senryu smiled, he liked the foreign of the couple.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Walter Barrecks on Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:14 pm

"Not bad sir. I'm accompaning her majesity. Are you okay m'lady?" He noticed she was rubbing her shoulder.
"I'm okay"
"Good." He turned back to the man "Good to meet someone willing to talk to the guard."
"You're not just my guard."
"Yes m'lady. I don't suppose you know where the food is...or possibly someone who would like to play cards?"
Ayan slapped his arm as he whispered the last part.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:20 pm

"Aidunno. Never been here afore te tell ye the truth. I imagine there's some folks somewhere willin' to lose some of their money. I personally didn't come here to leave broke. I'm apposed to play the last song. And I bet I'm gonna get tips like they were goin' outta style, lemme tell you."
He chuckled as the question got the man a slap.
"I'm Senryu McCrow, Royal Bard of Alonia. May I ask who ye are?"

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