Snippet #1736990

Galanor, the capital of Elphanor, was filled with excitement. The castle was filled with gold and white banners, fancy streamers, and yellow and white roses along the servents inside the castle rushing to one task to the other. Trying to get everything perfect for this special night where the engagements of the heirs of the six kingdoms will finally be announced. Though unknown to them or the nobles, that the princes and princesses will be engaged to simple commoners that hold to ties in sociality. If they did, the air inside the caslte probably wouldn't be as festive as it was.

Some of the rooms inside the Elphanoran castle was even busier than the halls in it, with the servants finishing decorating the ball room and preparing the commoners' and royals' bedrooms. Everything had to be perfect to the ball since all of the most important people of the whole country will be attending. The maids whispered, giggled, and day dreamed to themselves and many of them thought a masquerade ball was a romance setting for such an occasion. Most of the younger and single maids sighed dreamily when thinking of dressing up in a beauty gown and mask and staring into the eyes of another under the moonlight on the balcony. Wishing that they could have a chance to live out their own little versions of their fairy tale come true, but knowing only royals and royals or nobles could marry each other. What chances do they have as commoners? Ironically after tonight’s events, nearly everyone in the five kingdoms would question the sanity of the High King for doing just that.

Like everyone else in the castle, the Elphanor royal family and High King were busy themselves getting ready. Alexander, the High King, was standing in front of the glass case that stood in his bedroom that held his priced lances and spell books inside it, holding memories of his younger and more gloryic days. Along with those proud, joyous, and a few embarrassing memories a couple of sad ones entered the old king’s mind. One of which was the Great Battle of Galanor, a event that Alexander would do anything in his power to keep it from happening again.

A light knock echoed from the other side of the wooden door, and the door opened slightly for a male servant around his mid 40s to poke his head in. ”Your Highness, it is almost time for your last fitting for the clothes you will be wearing this evening,” the servant announced in a polite and respectful tone.

Turning his attention from the memories of the pass to the present, Alexander turned his wrinkled and bald head towards the door and the servant. ”Alright, I’ll be on my way in a minute.” After getting a reply from the High King, the servant nod and closed the door to go on his next task on his list of duties.

”It’s about time for the youngsters to be getting here I suppose, the ball will probably start within the hour or maybe some point before. Eh, I wonder what fate and the Gods have in store for us this time,” the old king muttered to himself before taking one less glance at the objects in the glass cabinet for leaving his room.