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Avery Thatcher

The Field Lord

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a character in “Blackvale”, as played by FaddedFox

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❝I was always told the measure of a man is his strength. I think it is the willingness to stand by your convictions.❞
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â–șNickname◄
Avy, Cabbage, Armadillo, Field Lord

â–șOrientation◄
Heterosexual

â–șAge◄
27

â–șGender◄
Male

â–șRole◄
Eldest son and heir to the Thatcher House

â–șPhysical Description◄
Avery has fine short hair the color of wheat and eyes a clear spring blue. Though this does differ from his parents looks, the lighter coloring does run in the family on both sides. The first born heir stands tall at 6'2 with a lean muscular build and sports a very un-lordly tan. This is testament to his time out in the fields far away from the pampering halls of his family's estate. His rough and tumble looks often lets him get away with not disguising himself since he looks more like a servant than nobility. This isn't helped by the raggedy attire he dons when he leaves the estate for a good ride, a hunt, a duel, or simply be in the forest and lands that his family owns. Avery's features are defined and angular, accenting him in the right places. And also very un-lord like, his hands are calloused from the heavy labor he enjoys and from his sword practice.

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Personality
|Honorable ☏ Chivalrous ☏ free-spirited ☏ Protective ☏ Unconventional|

Avery is the first born of the Thatcher family though he doesn't always act like it. Avery is the most free-spirited of the three siblings and cares about good and honest work. As the heir of the Thatcher line, his father was very hard on Avery and took the time to train him in everything he would need to rule the family line. This included learning how to wield the sword, honor, valor, and upholding the law. Both of his parents also contributed in teaching him what it meant to be humble and working for what one desired in life. He got to see first hand the hard labor that the farmers of the land had to toil for but he also got to see the rewards of such work. He got to see the community that came from working with others and being friendly as well as stern. His parents hoped that all of these experiences would make him a humble but honest ruler that weighed merit over coin favors. Their worst fear was that Avery would love money over honor which would ruin their family line with greed.

Over the years, Avery found that he enjoyed the times that he and his father, and then later his siblings, went hunting for game. He loved traveling and seeing the natural world. Increasingly, Avery spent his time in the forest and in the farming field working beside the laborers. He quickly gained rapport from them and they enjoyed working along side Avery. Now his parents have to fight with him to be more presentable and take an interest in politics. Their desire to make him humble worked out but he has become too interested in the simple life for their liking. They often lose sight of him and have to scour the land looking for their wayward heir, wherever he may be working or lounging. Like his parents however, Avery has become quite neutral as to who sits on the throne and is the most neutral of his siblings. He has developed an awareness of many different perspective and doesn't discount any opinion brought to his attention which allows him to think objectively about the situation at hand. This makes him a good leader since he doesn't fall pray to emotional upheaval easily.

Avery can be a calculating person when he wants to however. Because of his ability to take a step back and listen to all perspectives, Avery is able to think without emotional baggage. He can find the best course of action and is often weighing the consequences of actions when they are important. He may enjoy the simple life and prefer wandering the fields to politics, but he has been trained for such and is often the cool and confident person he needs to be when others are watching. Behind the scenes however, Avery is a free-spirit and hates to be tide down, which is why court appeal and politics is so boring for the young man. He likes to explore and experience the world. This has contributed to him being affectionately called the 'Field Lord' by many of his subject.

Avery also takes his vows very seriously. He is a protector of his people and land so he treats everyone like an extension of his family. He believes that to earn respect he must respect others regardless of their position. He will protect his land and people any way he can. He is a teddy bear to everyone and always smiling and letting them request things from him, but this is not to be confused with him being easy to manipulate. He genuinely wants the best for others but as soon as someone tries to turn malicious, Avery will harden. He is a fierce warrior who will protect those he loves no matter the cost to himself. He holds honor and his words highly and does not appreciate those that do not do the same. He will not waver from his beliefs even if it is his parents contradicting him.

The young heir excelled at sword fighting as well and ended up the leader of his father's war band and leads them into battles, should the need arise. As of yet, there hasn't been need for Avery to ride out to war. This skill doesn't go to waste however. His younger siblings are mischief makers so he had ample duties protecting them and getting out of their various messes. Avery loves to practice his swordsmanship and also likes to duel with anyone who wants to try their hand at fighting him. He has also taken up the responsibilities of training his brother to follow in his footsteps though Elliot has little interest in sword fighting. He tries however, to engage the younger man though Avery and him don't often get along.



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â–șLikes◄
+ His Family
+ Working in the fields
+ Exploring the forest
+ Hunting
+ Dueling


â–șDislikes◄
- Being forced to play politics
- Laziness
- The mischief his siblings cause
- Judgmental people


â–șFears◄
☠ Losing his family
☠ Being a disappointment
☠ Failing his people


â–șStrength◄
☠ Swordsmanship
☠ Openness to listen to all perspectives
☠ Charisma


â–șWeakness◄
☠ Long distance weapons
☠ Unconventionality doesn't earn him favors among other nobility
☠ His siblings

So begins...

Avery Thatcher's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seraphina Grayson Character Portrait: Lara Cavalier Character Portrait: Aurora Grayson Character Portrait: Elliot Thatcher Character Portrait: Sylva Thorne Character Portrait: Sylas Thorne
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AVERY THATCHER
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Eldest Son | The Armadillo
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ELLIOT THATCHER
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Youngest Son | The Casanova
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ILENE THATCHER
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Only Daughter | The Thorny Rose
#CD1076 | Outfit

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"Oh come on, you can do better than that," Avery grinned at his younger brother, lowering the large shield with the family armadillo crest adorning the front. "Where was the soul in that swing? The fight?"

"Oh shut up or it'll be your soul floating about," Elliot grumbled as he recovered from the bounce his swing had produced when it collided with Avery's shield. Elliot rolled his shoulders and twirled his swords in his hands as he got back into a crouching position as he and Avery circled each other.

"You'll have to practice more for that feat. At this rate you wouldn't be able to slaughter a slug," Avery taunted, his blue eyes alight with a teasing glint. Elliot gave a war cry as he rushed forward, right sword swinging, forcing Avery to bring his shield up and step back as Elliot twirled with the force to bring his left sword down at Avery's shoulder which Avery parried only to get a kick. Avery stumbled back from the kick and barely brought his shield up to block the two sword coming down from above. Avery flicked his own sword out to swat Elliot's ankles with the flat of his blade. "Better! But I still got you. In a real fight I would have slashed your ankles and you would be downed."

"If you didn't have that shield to hide behind I would have gotten you," Elliot growled as he pulled back to get some distance.

"Most will fight with shields. You need to find a way to get beneath them or you'll never win."

"Oh honestly, don't you two ever get bored of playing with your swords?" Ilene grumbled from where she sat beneath a shaded tree. Ilene pulled at one of her threads in her needle work as she fixed one of Avery's shirts. Her blond hair was down today, cascading down around her face and shoulders as she worked.

Elliot couldn't help the grin playing on his lips. "No, it is actually quite fun to play with my sword. Better yet with another slowly rolling over it."

Ilene looked up at her younger sibling aghast. "Elliot! Must you always interject with such lewd imagery?

"You started it," Elliot laughed.

Avery rolled his eyes at his siblings. Realizing he'd lost Elliots attention and would no doubt not get any real sword training from the man, he put his sword away and hoisted the shield on his back. Avery ran a hand through his own blond locks with a sigh. "I guess we are done for the day. I am going to go into the field. Farmer Padrick asked for some assistance in the cornfield. Tell mother and father please."

"I am not your page. You can tell them yourself. I am going out now that we are done here," Elliot answered and put away his own swords.

"Damn it Elliot, I know very well where you are going. You are going to give Mam a heart attack at this rate. Leave that poor boy alone. He's the best stable hand we've got and you'll scare him off."

Elliot gave his brother a mock look of horror and pressed his hands against his chest as if he had been struck. "Brother! You make me out to be a monster! I am wounded! I merely offer him my affections!"

Ilene and Avery both gave each other a look before leveling their gazes at Elliot un-phased by the youngest's theatrics. Elliot gave a pout before he gave up the charade. He rested his hands on his hip. "Approval or not, I am going," Elliot announced as he turned away. Before either brother could leave, however, their mother's voice rang out over the garden, calling all three of them. The three siblings glanced at each other in a bit of worry and confusion. It wasn't often their mother called for all three of them at once. The immediate thought was that something grave had occurred. Elliot and Avery both helped their sister gather her sewing before the three of them hurried back to the manor where their mother was calling for them.

Lady Ophelia was yet beautiful in her old age, a testament to the beauty she had been. She had aged gracefully, the wrinkles barely tugging at her eyes and lips. Her skin was still fair like her daughter's though slightly roughened by her hard work. Her pale golden hair was beginning to grow in silvery and gave her an air of sophistication. Even her movements were yet graceful and enchanting. Ilene truly hoped that she too aged as well as her mother. It was easy to see where the Thatcher children had gotten their charm and beauty from. Ophelia held her head high and proud as she rested her warm eyes on each of her children.

"Oh, Avery, Elliot, you both are covered in dirt again. And look at the holes in your clothing! You make me and Ilene work just to mend your clothing," she chided lovingly. "Your sister is already mending clothes," she mused as she looked at what Ilene was holding.

"Sorry, Mam. We were training in the yard. Has somewhat happened? Is everything all right?" Avery asked her, concern playing on his handsome features.

"It is not trouble so don't worry yourself over it but we received a letter from our liege of the Black Keep your father and I would like to discuss with you."

"The Black Keep?"

It wasn't often their parents brought them into counsel after a letter. What was all of this about? Three three siblings glanced between each other before they followed their mother into the counsel room where their father was waiting for them. Just as their mother, Lord William was a handsome man in his aging. Though far more weather and stress worn, the lines of his face gave him a sort of stoic recognition. His good nature was easily seen in his deep blue eyes, shinning through the gruffness of his love of simplicity. Unlike most lords, he was happy with the simple pleasures, never over adorning his home with trinkets. Even the clothing he preferred was tailored to be far less rich and elaborate for his station. It was easy to see Avery took after that predilection. Lord William smiled as his wife took her place at his right hand and he looked over his children as he sat forward.

"As I am sure your mother has already explained, we just received a message from his Majesty and her Highness. They have invited us to stay for the summer in the Black Keep."

"Stay for the summer the Black Keep?" Ilene repeated in surprise. That was quite the honor but there had to be more to it then that. The king and queen would have no use for all of them to take up residence there for an entire summer.

"Is that wise? Who would watch over our lands? The people?" Avery interjected. "I could stay home and watch over everything. You both know I do not have the desire to play in court intrigue. There are far more important things to worry about here." Ah, the ever practical Avery. If he could, he'd avoid these political games as much as possible.

"We will have the men here protecting the residence. You don't need to worry about that, Son. Unfortunately, the three of you must attend," Lord William explained.

"You see, they are holding a ball and we are not the only nobility that will be attending. All of the families have been called upon," Lady Ophelia finished. The lord and lady let that settle on their children for a moment. Realization of what the ball really meant was quick to sour everyone's mood.

"So it is a marriage convention, with each of us a prize for the royalty?" Elliot mused sourly.

"You mean me and Avery," Ilene remarked to Elliot. "We are eldest and neither of us have married yet. The time is ticking," she finished dryly.

"All of us. They just said all of us. I am not exempt," Elliot sighed and crossed his arms.

"Regardless," Avery said with a wave to quite them both before they began to bicker, "We have to go. Do we have a choice in any of this?" Avery asked his parents. He personally had no desire to marry, princess or nobility, that would be nothing but a pretty face. He had other concerns.

"You do have a choice in a selection of a marriage partner. You and your brother mostly. Should the princes take an interest and pursue Ilene, we will attempt to pursue the arrangement." William answered sadly. "I am sorry my Starlit. I know your feelings about a proper husband but as a queen, you could do much. Other than that, you to will have a choice of your marriage though we do implore you to find someone to settle with. You are right in thinking that time is beginning to run thin. You've forced many suitors away." He hated to speak this way, especially to his daughter, but soon, no nobleman would ask for her hand, beautiful or not. Lord William then looked at Avery pointedly. Avery would know why. He had yet to produce an heir and considering Elliot's odd... fancy, he did not expect to see one from him any time soon.

"I know father. I am sorry for making your life so much harder. I will keep your words and duty in mind, but I will not change myself either; not for any man, may it even be the king himself," she answered. The suitors would have to accept her as she was, not a pretty picture of what they expected.

"Of course my dear. I would not ask for you to change yourself. I want you to be happy to," her father said.

"When will be leaving?" Avery asked sullenly.

"Tomorrow," Ophelia answered. "Finish the tasks you have for the day and prepare to ride."
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Finally, they were nearing the castle. Avery could see it rising up like the looming bars of a cage. He wished this summer was already over and that they were riding on their way home, not towards this dreaded place. The castle itself looked mesmerizing but the entire trip was colored by the fact that he would more than likely have to come out of this with a marriage proposal. He had had no intention of ever being married but he knew that would break his parents hearts. He needed an heir though he did not want to go through with this in the least bit. Avery pulled the rein's of his grey stallion to get it to stop and stood up in the saddle measuring the time. They would be at the gates in about half an hour. He heard a horse neighing behind him and turned to see his brother riding up beside him. Elliot at least was enjoying the horse ride. He kept straying off from the main road to explore at a safe distance.

Elliot looked like quite the lord with his rich clothing fashioned in the green and rusty red of their house. The Blazon stood out on his chest like a beacon. Avery himself had been forced into a fashionable attire least he be confused with a peasant though they were highly uncomfortable clothing. He felt like a peacock to be gawked at, what with the hot layers covering his skin. He even had a cape draped over his shoulders in the rich green his sister had crafted. It was connected to his attire with the golden clasp of the armadillo holding the evergreen leaves. Avery thought he looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Don't look so sour, Avery. You'r face will freeze that way. There isn't much going for you but your face, so don't screw it up," Elliot teased.

"Ease for you to say. I don't want to be here."

"Avery, I know you are looking at this through the duty lens but there is more to it then that. Look at it this way. Sure we are being paraded around like show ponies, but look where we are. We are at the Black Keep. We don't often come here or leave our territory. Don't let one part of it sour the rest of your mood. Take the time to enjoy yourself a little bit. You'll be better off."

Avery looked over at Elliot with an arched brow as he studied his brother. Elliot arched his own brow then. "What? Why are you staring at me?"

"Nothing. Just surprised you can say something intelligent and supporting."

Elliot scoffed and punched him in the arm. "I might as well not say anything at all if my words are so squandered," Elliot said with a proud toss of his head.

"You really are such a drama queen" Avery chuckled.

"Drama king. But look, I've made you laugh," Elliot answered with a mischievous grin. "My work here is done. You scowling and groaning... it doesn't suit you so put a smile on your face. Come on."

Avery was smiling as he shook his head and followed his brother back to the carriage. The two of them lined up with it and Avery knocked on the wall to draw someone's attention from inside. Ilene parted the curtains to look out at her brothers. "We'll be there shortly. he announced.

"All right. Thank you," she answered.

Within moment, their carriage arrived and both boys dismounted and handed their horses off to the stable hand. Elliot came around to the carriage door and stood aside as his father stepped down with a thank you who in turn helped his mother down. Elliot moved forward to offer his arm to Ilene then. Ilene carefully stepped out so she wouldn't trip on her dress. It was the same lush green as Avery's cloak with delicate silver and red laces and designs down the front and upon the little jacket she sported to cover her back. Her golden hair was done up extravagantly with little pink blossoms woven throughout. From it, some of her hair cascaded down her shoulder in rivulets to frame her face. An emerald necklace hugged her throat and she fussed with it to make sure it sat straight.

"You look beautiful, Ilene."

"Thank you, Avery. You should wear clothing like this more often. It suits you. And you to, Elliot."

Avery shook his head amused but Elliot preened like a bird and adjusted his shirt. Then it was time to head inside. Lord William escorted Ophelia first before Avery led Ilene with Elliot at the rear.

"Introducing Lord and Lady of the South, William and Ophelia Thatcher with their children Avery, Ilene, and Elliot Thatcher."

The family gave their bows and sweet words then before moving to stand farther away and waited.

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Character Portrait: Seraphina Grayson Character Portrait: Lara Cavalier Character Portrait: Aurora Grayson Character Portrait: Elliot Thatcher Character Portrait: Sylva Thorne Character Portrait: Sylas Thorne
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RHAEGAR CASTILLON
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BROM CASTILLON
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SYLAS THORNE
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Sylas bowed beside his sister while she curtsied towards the King and Queen. As he did, his gaze never left the Queen Guinevere who seemed to be intently watching him with an animalistic hunger. He quirked a brow as a stood upright, adjusting his attire as he glanced away. Although the gaze was direct and a bit unnerving, he held his composure and if anything stood tall and strong.

After the King and Queen moved on to greet the next family, Sylas stood elegant and tall as his mother held his arm. His gaze was drown towards his sister when he heard her voice, “Excuse me mother, for I must steal by brother. I feel that having some alcohol in my system may make the socializing a tad less painful.”

He smiled towards his mother as she adjusted part of his suit and then a bit of Sylva’s hair. “I would say behave, but where is the fun in that.” She then gave him a more serious look which garnered his full attention. “Make sure she doesn't get too drunk. Remember what happened that one New Years eve?”

Sylas looked between his mother and Sylva, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, of course mother.”

“Yes yes, I accidentally burnt down half the stables. Don’t worry mother. He will take care of me, he always does.”

Sylva slid her arm through his and began to guide him away. He glanced back over his shoulder towards his mother before they were too far away, “It’s my turn to get drunk anyways.” He winked towards Desdemona who chuckled at him before waving them off.

When they reached the table that was worked by a young servant girl, Sylas smiled towards the girl while giving a sly wink. He grabbed himself and his sister a glass of champagne before leading her over towards the large windows that lead out to the gardens. He watched the King and Queen greet each family as he sipped his champagne. When he noticed the mannerisms in the King shift at the presence of the Graysons, he quirked a brow, leaning in towards his sister slightly. “Now what could have the mighty Magnus so tense, I wonder?”

As more families filed into the ballroom Sylas felt like the viper in the brush patiently watching as all the field mice scurry around him. He was ready to pounce. Every move, every suggestive glance and translative body gesture had him eager to attack. But all the exterior showed was a calm, cool and collected young man. Refined, and elegant, everything a young lord should be and everything young women swooned over. He was going to give the Prince’s a run for their money. Seduce and destroy every woman just to watch the Blackvale crumble.

His train of thought was disrupted when Maxwell moved before him, bowing in greeting. “My Lord.”

“Ah. Maxwell. This is my lovely sister Sylva.” Sylas motioned to his sister.

“A pleasure my Lady.” Maxwell bowed in her direction. Sylas then motioned for the young man to come closure and keep to hushed tones. “I have taken care of your rooms, my Lord. The adjacent chambers have a shared door so that you make travel between the two without notice.”

Sylas reached into his pocket pulling out a couple more gold coins, slipping them into Maxwell’s pocket. “That’s a good man. Now
” He took a step closer to the servant, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Who is your allegiance to?”

“You my Lord.”

“Good man. I’d like you to keep your ears open. Anything and everything you hear you report to me
 The more useful, the more gold for you. As long as you’re loyal to me, you’ll never want for anything ever again in your life.” Sylas’ grasp on Maxwell’s shoulder tightened, not enough to cause pain but enough to send a message. “If you betray me, the King will wake up to your head on his breakfast tray.”

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Gwendolynn sat at a window seat in the study, resting her chin upon her arms on the windowsill as she watched the families arrive. “The Davernys
 That’s all seven.”

Rhaegar stood behind her with his right arm raised, resting against the wall as he too watched the arrivals. “Do you think it was intentional for it to be exactly ten ladies and ten gentleman?” More of a rhetorical question that literal. Of course, it was intentional. Most likely every Lord and Lady was hoping for their child to make a smart match during their stay here. And a majority of them would be pushing their children at them
 Him.

Gwen slowly reached behind her to grab Rhaegar’s hand in hers while she looked over her shoulder towards Brom. “This
 is our last summer together.”

The comment caused Brom to stop his mindless scanning of the numerous books in the room to look towards his sister. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but a lump formed in his throat. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Him and his siblings haven’t been apart for more than a month but now
 This summer was going to take at least Gwen to the opposite side of the nation.

Rhaegar gently squeezed Gwen’s hand while Brom walked over to her, and place a kiss on her forehead. He remained silent as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she wrested her head against his side.

They remained silent. They hoped maybe if they never let go then no one could tear them apart. A trio forced to separate because of ridiculous societal norms and laws. It took everything they had not to cry or run away. It was their duty
 A horrible responsibility.

The knock on the door hit them all like a dagger in the back. Their grips on each other tightened, but they did not move. After a moment without an answer, the servant slowly opened the door. “Your Graces
 Your mother has asked me to fetch you.”

Gwen took a deep breath before she finally moved to her feet, exchanging a look between her older brothers. They all we scared and they knew it. They didn’t have to say anything to know. The one thing they knew best was each other.

“Come here,” Brom whispered before pulling them in an embrace. He patted his brother’s back while pressing his forehead against Rhaegar’s. His other arm held Gwen close, her forehead resting against the twins’ jaws.

“I’m sorry
” The servant spoke up again. “But your mother implores. If you do not come, I’ll be the one to pay.”

Rhaegar pulled his siblings in tighter for one last embrace before whispering to them, “No matter what, we have each other. Do not settle for anyone short of amazing
 If we have to run away and live as paupers to be happy, then so be it.” He leaned in pressing his lips to Gwen’s forehead while using his hand to rustle Brom’s hair. He then nodded his head towards the servant, “Apologies. I do not want you to suffer on our account.”

As they walked down the hall towards the ballroom they recited the names of the different Lords and Ladies that will be present. Their mother made sure they knew who was who. Royalty should know their people. Of course Rhaegar and Gwendolynn had the names straight weeks ago while Brom was lucky if he could guess how many children each family had.

They neared the large doors at the top of the grand staircase and while Rhaegar and Brom continued forward, Gwen froze in her tracks. It wasn’t until the servant had his hands on the door that the twins turned around looking for her. “
I can’t do this.”

The brothers both held out their arms to her while Rhaegar nods his head towards the door, “We’re right here with you.”

“Yeah and if you fall we’ll be the first to laugh.” Rhaegar smacked Brom in the chest, “Ow.”

Just as Brom went to smack the crown right off of Rhaegar’s head, Gwen quickly ran up between the two and took their arms. “How about you both stop fighting and escort me so I don’t fall in these ridiculous shoes.”

”Your Grace, the Queen wanted me to announce you one at a time and—”

“It’s all of us or none of us.”

Brom rose his brows towards Rhaegar as they both chuckled at the ferocity in Gwen’s voice obvious from her nerves. “Remind me not to piss her off,” he whispered towards his brother as the servant pushed open the large doors.

Their escort stepped out of the shadows where two other men waited. With a motion of his hand the two men raised horns to their lips and blew a tune in sync to gain the company’s attention.

“Seriously? A horn?”

Rhaegar brought snorted back a laugh as he raised his hand to cover his mouth.

”My Lords. My Ladies.” As she the servant started, Gwen’s grasp on her brother’s arms tightened. ”It is my honor to present to you the royal children of the family Castillon.” He motioned towards them and with a deep breath they stepped forward. Gwen could have sworn she saw stem flood out of her mother’s ears at the sight of them entering together, arm in arm. ”Eldest son to the King and Queen, heir to the Blackvale Rhaegar, his twin brother, Prince and King’s Guard Brom and their sister Gwendolynn.”

The siblings walked down the stairs elegantly, arm in arm. Gwen tried to best not to trip but even when she thought she was losing her balance her brothers just held her steady. When they reached the ballroom floor Rhaegar and Brom bowed while Gwen curtsied. They walked through the crowd of people towards their parents. Gwen tried not to look at her feet as she walked, her nerves growing with each pair of eyes she saw fixed on her.

When they reached the King and Queen, Magnus stepped forward raising his hand in a way to ask the crowd to grow silent. “I would like to thank you all for making the long journey to the Black Keep. We are pleased to accept you all into our home for the summer. Although our time together is to hopefully make new alliances and marriages between our children it is also a chance for us all to get a chance to know each other and create new friendships where we previously wouldn’t have the opportunity. So I’d like you all to make yourselves at home and please do enjoy yourselves.”

King Magnus bows towards the crowd before motioning towards his wife. Queen Guinevere tried to seem as genuine as possible when addressing the crowd. “In celebration of the beginning to this great summer and new friends, we invite all of our children in the dance of the Blackvale.” The Queen motioned towards the Castillon children beckoning them to take their place in the center of the dance floor. “The dance is simple,” she holds out her hand towards her kids who lined up where Brom and Rhaegar were in one line and Gwen was on the other side. “Our strapping young men will line up across from the beautiful young ladies. They share a dance with the woman across from them and when the song changes you switch partners. The dance is over when you’ve danced with every young man or woman.”

Sylas’ attention shifted towards the main staircase when he heard the horns. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or what about the royal children looking fairly attractive and nice. Of course, nice means nothing, especially when Thornes are around.

Although he never of thought of anyone other than his sister in a none loathing matter, he was surprised at how agreeable the Castillon daughter was. He had heard rumors about her but words failed to compare. He wondered how many of the men in the room were going to fight at the chance for a chance at her hand. Her beauty no doubt would only make her more desirable partnered with her status as the Princess of the Blackvale. It only made the wheels in his head turn as he contemplated the demise he could cause.

He sighed when he heard the Queen’s announcement about some sort of Blackvale dance. Sylas held out his hand for his sister and guided her towards the forming lines of the young men and women around their age. Trying not to be blatantly obvious he made sure that after he helped his sister to her place that he did not stand across from her. Instead he moved into an empty place in the line that was across from the Daverny girl.

Underneath all of what she wore he imagined a beautiful woman was there. Sylas could respect that she wanted to be her own person and not conform to societal norms. But either way he would like nothing more than this dance to be over with.

Sylas bowed towards the woman before offering her his right hand while his left hand was behind his back, “Ms. Daverny.”

Rhaegar made his place to the line while his hands nimbly worked on his cloak. He removed the cloak before handing it the closest servant. “Thank you William.” He patted the lad’s shoulder before he resumed his place, adjusting his sleeves so he’d be more than capable of dancing.

He waited patiently, cupping his hands together before him as he watched the others line up. Before some of the more eager girls shuffled their way before him, he reached out his hand to grab Clara’s and guided her across from him. “Apologizes, but I think I could handle this evening better having the first dance with a familiar face.”

Rhaegar knew Clara may not have remembered him because it’s been numerous years since they had seen each other. But he hoped she wouldn’t hate him for wanting to dance with the one person he knew.

Still being the gentleman he is, he bowed before her as the dance entails then offered her his hand. “Of course, you can always dance with someone else,” he said in a hushed tone. “Being paraded around always makes me a little nervous.” He smiled towards Clara with his hand still held out palm up towards her for if she decided to accept the dance.

Brom was more hesitant to make his way to his spot in the line, moving to stand beside the dark and sinister looking Thorne son. He thought about talking to the guy maybe even talking about all the attractive women at the ball but the guy looked like he had a royal stick up his uptight ass.

Instead he waited until an intriguing young blonde beauty came to stand before him. Brom began to smirk as he glanced her over. Maybe this wouldn’t be all bad if he got the opportunity to meet numerous beautiful young women just waiting for a dashing young man like himself to sweep them off their feet.

“Lady Vivienne
 Right?” He held out his hand towards her as he bowed, but his gaze never left hers. His smirk only seeming to grow as he took in more and more of her beauty.

Gwen moved along with her brothers before she could even take a step she felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder. The Queen stepped up to whisper in her daughter’s ear, “Don’t you dare ask someone to dance.” Gwen looked out of the corner of her eye towards her mother. “You are a lady,” the Queen grasped her shoulders tight, “ladies do not do the asking. The gentlemen ask you to dance.”

After her mother let her go, Gwen slowly took her place in the line between two blonde girls. She gave them both her best attempt at a friendly smile as she waited. Her fingers toyed at the lace embroidery on her sleeves when a young blonde stepped in the line opposite her.

Feeling her mother’s gaze on the back of her head, Gwen took the skirt of her dress in her hands as she curtsied towards him.

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Frederick made for the far wall, his intentions to grab as many flutes filled with champagne as he could and drink as much as he could. He could hear the capricious falsities, Lords and Ladies all huffing and puffing about themselves and their pretend interest in the others, the rumours he could hear circling were enough to make his head spin and not in the fun way alcohol did. The back table was his safe haven, away from the hushed whispers and polite lies, he grabbed his first glass of champagne and downed it without a seconds hesitation, flashing a smile at the serving girl as he handed her the flute back. "You've been here all of one minute." The familiar voice tutted as he spun to meet her gaze, loose strands of brunette shook with her head as she did so.
"Catalina? How did you get in here?" Frederick then grinned and put his hands on his hips. "This is a private party, am I rubbing off on you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, your mother got me in, apparently she thinks I was hired to your court to babysit you." Catalina's tone was far from kind and closer to mocking.
"Isn't it?" Frederick asked as he reached for his second glass.
"No, I am your court advisor. I advise you on important matters, by the gods, why do you think I am always telling you who is who and what to do in the court?" Catalina threw her hands up in exasperation, nearly knocking the champagne from his hand. "Your father hired me to make sure you didn't mess up the Southern Shores and to maintain our political friendships." Catalina then stormed off into the crowd as Frederick shrugged before downing the second glass, just as his brother finally caught up to him.

"Did you get lost in the crowd?" Frederick clapped his hand onto his brother's upper arm. "Here, have a drink." Frederick grabbed one of the flutes and handed it to him, but was politely declined. "Okay, more for me then, brother." He then lifted another and proceeded to knock it back, Jonathan gave him a less than impressed looked.
"Gods, how desperate are you for a drink." Frederick smirked before grabbing another and did the same simply to spite his brother. Jonathan merely rolled his eyes at how petty his brother was being. "Can you be normal for just one night? For Viv's sake?"
"Sure, no doubt she'll ruin it for herself, talk about one of her bizarre nightmares and then we'll all be sent home, no big deal." Jonathan looked as if he'd taken a hit from Frederick's words, but he simply grabbed another flute and went to drink it, not even showing any remorse for his words.

Jonathan snatched the five champagne glass from Frederick's hand, "She's our sister, how dare you?" Jonathan scolded the youngest, taking a sip from the champagne to show him how it was done. "Keep yourself out of trouble and do not come near me or Vivienne tonight." Frederick merely rolled his eyes as he pinched a grape from one of the platters.
"Oh dear Father's pet, you are a good guard dog." Frederick clapped his hand against his brother's back three times with a large grin on his face, the intended joke being far more offensive than he clearly meant it.
"How you're mother's favourite still astounds me to this day." Jonathan set the crystal flute back on the table and was swallowed back up by the crowd, leaving Frederick to his champagne.

Finally being left alone to the table, Frederick turned to have another but then the royal children were announced and he was forced away from the very table he intended to spend most of his night. He leaned up against a pillar, his expression and composure revealing his lack of interest in the well rehearsed speech. The announcement of the speech even garnering an eye roll as he pushed off from the pillar and made for the floor. He positioned himself next to Jonah, the Northern Lord, dark of hair and only slightly lighter of skin tone, he gave him a polite wave, he had no doubt Jonah and Jonathan had dealt with each other at least once but Frederick had never had to pleasure. He looked across and spotted a woman the complete opposite in description, her hair was like spun silver and her skin just as fair, her eyes weren't a dull brown but instead an enticing blend of blue and gold. Her features were so delicate and innocent, Frederick almost felt bad that her first dance would be with him. "Lady Aurora, may I have this dance?" He bowed and stretched his hand out towards her as he did so.

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Whilst navigating the crowd, Jonathan occasionally paused as each of the families were announced and greeted, watching them and making a note of the faces as the names were called. He eventually caught sight of Vivienne as he navigated through the crowd, she was stood with some courtiers, playing her little game, no doubt. As he made for her, there was a loud horn announcing the presentation of the royal children. He found himself bowing with the rest of the ballroom, whilst watching the children descend the steps. Before he could continue towards his sister, the King and Queen took to the floor to announce a dance, before inviting all the intended to step forth and form a line, when Jonathan looked back to find his sister she had already made for the floor. So he opted for simply falling in line with the other young lords.

Jonathan took his position in between Howell and Benjy, both the Daverny sons, the presence of the two making him uncomfortable, as if he were about to be jumped and mugged. He didn't usually harbour such stereotypical feelings, he spent a lot of time in the Southern Shores, he was used to their presence. He then watched as the woman lined up before them, his mind clicked then, he wasn't wary of the Davernys, he was simply nervous about the dance and was projecting it onto whatever presence was most familiar, he would have chuckled to himself if he wasn't surrounded by such watchful eyes so simply smiled at the lady before him.

Her blonde hair held up by golden pins adorned with pearls and her dress matched their colours, a lovely golden trim with a pearl fabric being the most present. He observed her features, his inner artist taking in the subtle details. Her beauty was subtle, the pallor of her skin, which revealed why they called her the Swan Princess, simply accentuating the shadows around her eyes and the beauty mark just slightly above her lip, and the indent to the left of her lip, noticeable only by the faint shadow.

He smiled at her before bowing, "Lady Cavalier, may I have this dance?" As he bowed, he stretched out his hand for her to take, waiting patiently with a smile on his face. "Although, please do not vomit on me." His jest was meant to tease and not offend, indicated simply by his playful smile and soft tone.

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Vivienne blended in with a group of courtiers, they were at the court often enough to get enough information about the other families, they mainly gossiped about the families, including the Chaimbers, making Vivienne chuckle at their ignorance and herself for believing they would be of any use to her. She remained with them, however, saving herself from being a social pariah and being seen at the ball sitting looking out the window at the garden. As luck would have it, she wouldn't be with them for very long as the royal children finally presented themselves. Vivienne curtsied as they descended the stairs, she listened with a smile on her face at the announcement of a dance, before the Queen had even finished she made her way to the floor, paying little attention to where she stood.

Vivienne smoothed out her dress as she awaited her partner to appear, if it was her first time playing the game that is court intrigue she would have fiddled with her hair and even ensured the placement of her jewellery was just right, but then she would have revealed herself from behind her mask. As she ran her hands down the fabric one last time, she heard a strong, somewhat charming voice address her. “Lady Vivienne
 Right?” She looked up from her dress to see him, his golden mane cushioning a silver crown, whilst simultaneously curtaining his strong jaw and proud cheekbones. His hazel eyes nestled in the sockets above taking on a more cobalt blue colour, the same eyes that locked with her deep blue ones as he bowed, she took his hand and curtsied, low enough to be at the same level. "Prince Castillon." She smiled at his smirk, his eyes never breaking from hers except to blink. "One might be considered about that grin, particularly if one is to believe the rumours around these very halls." The tone of her voice soft and sweet, with no intended malice, and her smile the same.

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Clara rang the fabric of her dress as they waited for the Princes, and the Princess to arrive. She looked around the room and saw that not just a few families were here but ALL of the families were her. Everyone in the Cradle was present, even the Davernys to whom Jonah always called pirates, even if they technically weren't since The King hadn't issued a mandate saying that what they did was illegal. Of course, she couldn't tell Jonah that because he'd still call them pirates. They were privateers if anything. She took a breath, looked at all of the beautiful girls, most of them with brilliant yellow hair, and while hers was a deep midnight black, she seemed to be the only one. She looked around again, besides the Throne daughter....Sylva? If Clara remembered correctly. While, no one had her dark curls, golden amber eyes, and warm skin, she still felt unimpressive and to make matters worse, she wasn't healthy either. "Now, Songbird, try to relax." Jonah said, obviously noting her nervous habit. She dropped the bit of fabric and closed her hands. "What if I cough?" She muttered to him, trying not to move her lips much. On the ride, Mother told her to try to at least appear healthy, she didn't want any of the other girls to know how ill she was, or the Prince for that matter. Though Clara knew she wouldn't make a good wife because of her illness, Mother didn't want anyone to know that. "You only do that in the cold and it's summer here," Jonah said in the same hushed tone. "Besides, Their winters are our summers, you'll be fine."
He assured her just before the herald blew his horn.
”My Lords, My Ladies, It is my honor to present to you the royal children of the family Castillon.”
Just then, arms locked the Princes and the Princess walked out. Clara swallowed, feeling small and out of place, while Jonah gaped like a fool at the Princess. Clara was about to elbow him but she stopped as they were introduced.
”Eldest son to the King and Queen, heir to the Blackvale Rhaegar, his twin brother, Prince and King’s Guard Brom and their sister Gwendolynn.”

Clara's eyes went to the focus of this party, Prince Rhaegar. He was handsome, looked strong and he had a kindness in his eyes. She felt a little at ease for a moment and then thought. Right now, she looked like the picture of health, something she was very not, she knew all too well, looks could be deceiving.

Cursing her pragmatism, she took a breath, she could feel the rawness of an incoming cough in the back of her throat. If she could get some water, or perhaps fresh air...or better yet, out of this freezing corset, she'd felt better.

It was then that that King Magnus stood, and a hush fell over the crowd.
“I would like to thank you all for making the long journey to the Black Keep. We are pleased to accept you all into our home for the summer. Although our time together is to hopefully make new alliances and marriages between our children it is also a chance for us all to get a chance to know each other and create new friendships where we previously wouldn’t have the opportunity. So I’d like you all to make yourselves at home and please do enjoy yourselves.”
He said and Jonah twitched beside her. He turned to their mother, who Clara forgot was behind them this entire time, only to get swatting and shushed. Jonah turned back as the Queen stood. "I suppose I'm not the only one to be wedded this season, Am I, Brother?"
"Don't you start..."Jonah replied only from them both to receive sharp shushes from their mother. Clara merely smiled but it faded when the Queen began to speak.


“In celebration of the beginning of this great summer and new friends, we invite all of our children in the dance of the Blackvale.” 
Clara's eyes went wide as the Castillion children were gestured to the middle of the ballroom floor. She looked at her brother, who was the one smiling now. He had the princess in his sights, and probably was looking forward to dancing with all of the women. Clara did not want to dance with anyone.

"Clara...You'll be fine, you've done this dance a million times." Jonah told her, casting a glance at Mother but since he was consoling her, Mother said nothing. Father was as stoic and watching as always.

Clara merely nodded. She had done this dance, but it had only been with Jonah and the first few times, she'd broken into a horrible coughing fit. It was the middle of winter though so if Jonah was right, that shouldn't be a problem.

Clara merely sighed as the Queen continued.
“The dance is simple. Our strapping young men will line up across from the beautiful young ladies. They share a dance with the woman across from them and when the song changes you switch partners. The dance is over when you’ve danced with every young man or woman.” She instructed and Clara looked around. Every young man? Would she have to truly dance with every man here? Clara felt herself beginning to panic. She took a few deep breaths, and a cough tried to surface but she held it back as best she could. Jonah gave her an appraising look and she nodded. One of their many wordless conversations that usually only happened whenever he was worried about her but didn't want to worry Mother.

"Go on." Their mother told them as the others began to line up, and Jonah gave Clara a smile, and a nod before separating from her and moving to the opposite line.
She moved to the line and didn't make any move to assert herself. She was never a sociable person, quite the opposite so she hung back, hoping to be passed up.

Instead, the Prince, the heir no less, came forward, his eyes on her, and her olive cheeks flushed red. She looked around her and behind because surely he wasn't after tiny little Clara but no, he reached out for her, taking her hand and guiding her in front of him. Her eyes were wide. She knew it, she felt it them staring wild at him.

“Apologizes, but I think I could handle this evening better having the first dance with a familiar face.” He said and she blinked, her face no longer frozen like a deer. "Familiar?" She muttered but he didn't hear her, not over the music and her voice was always soft, raising it would cause her to cough and no one needed that. He bowed to her and she fumbled a curtsy that she knew her mother would keel over and die if she saw. Clara glanced and either her mother didn't see it, or she was holding her reaction until later.

“Of course, you can always dance with someone else,” He told her and she smiled, albeit a bit awkwardly and shook her head, missing that he had offered his hand and since he was not Jonah, he wouldn't know that she merely meant that was fine and not that she was declining the offer.
 “Being paraded around always makes me a little nervous.”
He said and offered a smile that eased her tension. She laughed before placing her hand in his. "It's alright, Your Grace, I understand better than you think." she said and chuckled. "I must admit, I must have been very small, the last we met, I fear I don't remember you, I know of you, but no memories of my own, I'm afraid." She said, knowing that she probably shouldn't be that honest but being bedridden for so many years, cut off from people, she didn't have many of the social graces most people developed, she spoke her mind far too much most of the time.
"When last were you in the North?" She asked, as the music picked up, and she allowed him to lead her as Jonah would have.
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Jonah having left Clara on the other side of the line, watched as the men chose their partners. To his surprise, Rhaegar went straight for Clara, and soon enough she was smiling. That was a good sign...he hoped. Clara could be rather despondent so for someone other than him to get her to smile was something he was glad for. Turning his attention from his little sister, he eyed the women. They were all so lovely but who to choose? His first thought was for the Princess but he didn't want to be so forward, she was the Princess, after all, surely she would not be dancing alone and besides, he would have wanted to make a good impression and he noticed that eagerness was not exactly charming in the eyes of women, at least not in the women he came across.

Then his eye caught sight of the eldest Greyson. She looked formidable. She would be a challenge. He could see it in her eyes. Sweet words would not do for a woman like her, she had a light in her eyes that was all too familiar but whose they belonged to, he did not know. She was tall, carried herself like a fighter, being one himself, he knew it when he saw it. Jonah smirked. He made his choice.

He sauntered up to her. "My Lady Rosalyn."He said, hoping to the Gods that he did not confuse her for one of her sisters. Mother made he and Clara memorize the names of the children from the families, and while he'd heard them being introduced, he wasn't entirely confident in his memory of them to be sure. All of them were blonde, but this one was tall, unlike her sisters. When she didn't correct him on her name, he assumed he guessed right. He gave her his wolfish grin and bowed gracefully. "Magnus Allyrion, but please do call me, Jonah, might I have the honor of your first dance" He asked, using his charm in his expression as oppose to his words as he offered her his hand.

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Lara eventually and painfully her attention away from the Davernys who had just entered the ballroom to watch the Castillon siblings be flaunted to their company. Her gaze fixated on the to-be king in silent resignation, as she saw no reason to shy away from observing the Blackvale's most wanted bachelor. He knew they wanted him and was probably ignoring the stares, including her own. Ah, no, there could be no staring. Only coy glances. Despite this Lara stared still before raising one eyebrow and busying herself by looking inconspicuously around the ballroom, whistling inside of her head. At least he seems easy to fall in love with, she reassured herself despite being a little disappointed at the lack of "love at first sight". Sure, such a thing was unrealistic, but was she forbidden from dreaming? At the same time, she was relieved to not have been poisoned with mushy love-sickness despite how it would've made things easier. Feeling ill, she distracted herself by looking up at the ceiling and entertaining a small, unusual thought.

"What is running through your mind..." James whispered to her as the Queen called for a dance, "... Frog?"

Lara didn't want to divulge that the only thing "running" through her mind since arriving had been her tiny subconscious screaming "I'm doooooooooooomed", and she especially didn't want to explain that she had just been speculating what it meant to relate oneself to a wall, a floor or a ceiling so instead, she lied.

"I'm going to have to fight them," she said suddenly, like the epiphany had just hit her. "I see no other way to win. I must tie soap to the Prince's shoes so when they chase, they fall and break their necks." She swiped up a goblet of red wine from a passing platter and held it up high in a toast. "Here's to the Prince going down with them so they can call this entire mistake off." She shielded her face from the crowds as she chugged the entire thing down, her father watching on disapprovingly.

"Not so loud. Such loose talk can be interpreted as treason," he shushed then frowned when she didn't repent immediately and instead muttered something about the wine being strong stuff. "You cannot be se-"

Lara shot him a dark sideways look. "I'm deadly serious," she uttered. Barely a moment passed before her hardened features relaxed into a little amused smile. "Of course not, anyone could have heard me. I'll have to think of something else now." Her eyes trailed up to the magnificent chandeliers adorning the ceiling, mischief in her eyes as she remembered her daydream from earlier. She gestured up at them suggestively with a nod as she swapped out her empty cup for a full one.

"Battle plans for a ball are thoroughly unnecessary."

"This is a battlefield. All the women secretly try to knock competition off the dance floor. That, is why they make our skirts so ridiculous." She swooshed her excessive skirts around her to prove a point then hurriedly sipped at her wine when it threatened to leap from the cup. James watched her gravely and she walked back to him sheepishly. "I only make jests, Father. I'm going to be fine. My skirt could shroud a bear, I can't possibly lose."

"There's no shame in retreating to the gardens once you've had enough, but you will go no further." Lara smiled gratefully, despite knowing he was basically telling her not to run away. "Be careful."

She curtsied. "I just won't say anything." Interesting.

With that she bustled over to one of the final places in the line. Despite all her attempts at humour, her mood hadn't improved and unease settled like dust on her tongue. It was then that she realised she had claimed her place between two Davernys, the sons of the house she had been watching with as much excitement as a boy seeing his first jousting match. Her eyes darted between the two almost half expecting them to pull out cutlasses and take the entire castle hostage... and the King to reveal that they were all kidnapped and had to take part in some blood sport for his children's favour in which her soap trick proved victorious but alas, such fantasies existed only in her head. The daydreaming young woman almost forgot that she had a dance partner of her own in front of her before he spoke.

"Lady Cavalier, may I have this dance?" Her attention was stolen by the dark-haired man bowing before her. She tilted her head only slightly as she peered at him, her face crinkling with curiosity at who the man could be. She concluded that he had a handsome face - was there anyone in the court who didn't - that while plain in comparison to some of the nobleman, was littered with enough tiny imperfections to be interesting to her, such as the small brown dot beneath his right eye. She felt that if she were to look away for a moment then return her gaze to him, she would discover some new crease or shadow to color him with. If he were a treasure chest, she thought unabashedly, he would be made of pine and leather, and hold old papers inside. Probably of something boring, like a merchant's accounts.

"Although, please do not vomit on me."

What a gentleman. Lara shut the metaphorical chest in front with a snap. Of course, she already knew this was going to happen. A look at the man's face told her this was a lighthearted jest that under usual circumstances Lara would laugh at however this time it felt as though her heart had been shot, merely because she had failed in enacting her plan of being openly self-deprecating before anybody could tease her. Being the only noblewoman present to have been sick on the groom on her wedding day certainly took her down from a six to a two in terms of desirability. Her eyes trailed down guiltily to the goblet she had forgotten was still in her hand. A servant was already hurrying over to assist her and she quickly took a final drink before solemnly passing it over. She looked down at her partner and placed her slim yet surprisingly calloused hand in his.

"It would be my honor," she said with a polite smile, "Lord Chaimbers." She ticked over what she just said and quickly added on, "To dance with you. And to not vomit on you, I suppose. I'm sorry my reputation has you concerned." After all, if the story had made it to as far as the West, it had to pass through, somehow... that blob of land being the Vale, home of the Castillons themselves. After that stumble she stopped talking and let him lead her into the opening bars of the music. After watching the other dancers begin to talk she looked up at the man - who was either Jonathan or Frederick, she could not recall which of these names belonged to the eldest Chaimbers son - and her eyes narrowed, the way they always did when she was about to ask a question. "Forgive me for asking, my Lord, but from whom did you hear of that story?"

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Avery glanced around at the families gathered after their introduction and realized that almost all of the families had arrived. There were the Thornes, Graysons, Allyrions, Chambers, and the Cavaliers. Had his own family been the last to arrive? How long had the other families been waiting? He thought they had made relatively good time. And then he heard the door as another family was announced. Ah, the Daverny. How could he forget the strange and yet intriguing Daverny? He didn't often hear their name or hear about them really. He supposed it was nice that at least he could finally put more faces to the names rolling around in his head. The Davernys' dress was intriguing to say the least. He wondered what they had seen of the world. By far he was sure they were the most world savvy. He was itching to ask them about the different places they must have visited. What were the Misty Isles like anyway?

"Do you see anyone you fancy, brother?" Elliot asked as he too scanned the room for someone of interest, breaking Avery's wanderlust pondering.

"Not really. I mean I would like to speak to Clara of the Allyrion family. I haven't heard much about her. It would be fun to talk to Marriane of the Daverny. I am sure she would offer by far the most intriguing conversations. She doesn't look like so many of the other women, concerned with dress and primping."

"You do realize I am standing right beside you," Ilene asked with an eyebrow raised. "I am a lady, concerned with dress and pimping."

"You don't count,"

"You don't count,"[/color Avery and Elliot answered her in unison. Avery gave her a smile then. [color=#FF4500]"You are our sister and I know you have more on your mind that snatching a prince," he answered. "I doubt most of them want to even associate with us since we don't wear crowns. How about the two of you, any fancy?"

Ilene shrugged idly. "Not sure yet. They are all fetching," she answered but like her brother, she was far more interested in their personality, rather than appearance.

"You two are a bore," Elliot answered. "I would personally love a tumble with Howell or Jonah. And Johnathan is a cutie. There is a subtle look I like about him."

"Please behave yourself," Ilene implored. "If you do anything here, it will go beyond reprimand by our parents hand. I'd rather have you sullen and sulky then beheaded for a misunderstanding," she warned.

"Relax! I am not going to be stupid," he reassured. He'd watch, test the waters. He liked his head where it was to.

The three siblings were brought out of their revere when the royal family finally introduced their children. The family, like all the others, bowed and curtsied as was proper. Avery was about to pull his gaze away when he caught sight of the princess. He couldn't help but give a double take. He had never seen a beauty like hers. He had no love of the power mongering and originally, had no interest in her but to see her in the flesh... she was truly the most beautiful person in the room. Then again, it was just her physical appearance. What was behind those polished jewels and political smile? He didn't want another girl in his life that only cared about events such as these and looking 'pretty'. He was far more interested in learning more about her on a personal level, gauge who she was as a person. He shook his head to himself. This was all politics. She wouldn't tell the truth. Then again... he would try and find a way to ask her for a dance before the night was out. Or maybe... maybe not. He wanted to distance himself from the fight that would no doubt ensue. Maybe he'd find a way to talk to her another way. He didn't want her to think he was like everyone else, even if he did decide to pursue her in any manner.

"You are oogling," Ilene tsked though she was trying not to smirk. She was honestly surprised how instantly taken her older brother was with the princess.

Avery flushed and brought his gaze down. He was already figure out how he wanted to talk to Gwen when the queen announced the dancing. They had to dance with every lord and lady, respectively? That was good and bad, he supposed. He didn't really want to dance with everyone but it would hopefully make the evening go by faster. People were already lining up.

"Careful to keep your gaze on the woman you are dancing with," Ilene teased Avery with a subtle bump on his hip.

"I know, I know," Avery answered. "Let's go get in line."

Elliot led the way to the line with Ilene close behind. While Avery moved down the line, Ilene ended up standing beside the princess and offered her a smile when the princess looked her way. "Hello, your highness," she greeted politely. She looked forward, assuming that Elliot was going to try and dance with her first so he could gossip about the lords he wished he was dancing with. When Elliot instead stood in front of Gwen, her eyebrows reached for her hairline. What was her silly little brother up to?

Elliot himself was indeed up to something. He may not be looking for a love relationship this summer, but having friends in other families was always a bonus. You never knew what could happen in the future. He had looked over the ladies available and quickly took up his place in front of none other than the princess. He figured she would appreciate her first dance being with someone who wasn't after her hand in marriage. And considering the whispering he heard between Ilene and Avery, he'd realize that Avery was smitten with her. Maybe he could see if her personality would match up with his brother. All teasing aside, he loved his siblings dearly and he wanted for them the happiness they deserved. He had far more freedom than they did. And he was blessed with being able to take risks without too much consequence or fear. Well, time to put his neck out there. This could end badly but you didn't get anywhere without risk.

He gave Gwen a flourishing bow as she curtsied for him and took her hand to kiss her knuckles in the most charming way he could and gave her a smile. "Good eve, my princess. I was hoping you'd do me the honor of being your first partner in the long series of dances we are about to undertake," he said. He stepped just a little closer to bring his voice down as he added, "I am not after your hand, or your honor, do not fret about that. Just a friend to dance with," He offered her a smile and a playful wink. "If men were compasses pointing north, my compass lies south, if you take my meaning."


Avery was a bit surprised that his brother had gone to ask the princess for a dance. What was he playing at? He didn't have long to dwell on that however. He turned his attention to the available ladies and his eyes settled on one of the Grayson daughters. He took a moment running through the names before he figured out who she was. The second eldest if he wasn't mistaken.

He moved to stand opposite her and gave her a pleasant bow and kissed her knuckles just as his brother did to Gwen. "Lady Seraphina, would you mind terribly honoring me with your first dance?" he asked and offered her his hand, head still slightly bowed to show his consideration to her choice.

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Sylva was accompanied to the table filled with alcohol by her brother and tried to stop herself from gagging at his flirty antics with the peasant girl. She knew it was all for an act, thus she kept herself calm. She took her flute of champagne from him and sipped it as he lead her to the large windows framing the ballroom. “Now what could have the mighty Magnus so tense, I wonder?” Sylas asked and Sylva looked over to see the shift in the King’s face when the fair skin, fair haired women walked into the room with Lord Robert. “Yes, I wonder. Quite peculiar.”

The contents of Sylva’s champagne glass drained as more and more families entered the ballroom and were introduced to the king and queen. Primped and pompous girls all ripe for the picking and dashing young gentlemen ready to pluck them. All this meeting truly was, was a discussed marriage market for families to auction their children off to the best suitors. It made her scoff.

Of course, her tyranny of hateful thoughts was soon put away by the presence of a man
 A servant. “My Lord.” He greeted her brother. Sylva raised her brow in curiosity. “Ah. Maxwell. This is my lovely sister Sylva.” Sylas introduced her. “A pleasure my Lady.” The inferior boy replied. Sylva almost snorted. Her brother had a way to him that he could make anyone beneath them bend to his will by whatever means possible. She wondered what it was that this poor fellow was falling for. “Another play thing brother? I’m surprised its not a woman this time.” She chuckled to Sylas. The boy looked a little squeamish around her presence. Of course she was good at acting as well but she saw no point in being charming to this slave. She almost laughed out loud when he averted his eyes from her gaze.

“I have taken care of your rooms, my Lord. The adjacent chambers have a shared door so that you make travel between the two without notice.” The boy said quietly to her brother. Sylva raised her brow. He was useful after all. As her brother slipped coins into the boys pocket she realized that money was the reason this one was staying around. She was well assured her brother would take care of that, so she didn’t bother with it.

Her attention was taken then, by the grand entrance of the royal brats that would take over all of the kingdom. She did admit they cleaned up well. The sons, Rhaegar and Brom as she remembered, looked similar but yet all too different. The only other twins present other than her and Sylas. Of course, they could never share the bond they did. Sylva could read Sylas like a book and he to her as well. The Princess was also fairly attractive and she was sure that she would have a husband by the end of the summer
 Unless the Thornes had something to do with it.

Sylva looked at her brother and rolled her eyes. “If you stare any longer drool may fall from your lips dear brother.” She whispered to him and then looked away to listen to the introductions and speech from the King and Queen. When the dance was announced she sighed in unison with her brother. Stuck up socialites loved things like this. The kids all got their “fun” introductions, and the parents got to watch and gossip from the sidelines. Just lovely.

She followed Sylas’ lead and let him place her between two ditzy blonde looking girls. She would have rather thrown them off a cliff then be doing this dance charade, but she followed suit. Her eyes watched as her brother introduced himself to the pirates daughter and just her luck, she was soon standing across from the youngest. He smelt like alcohol and she wondered if he even knew what a bathtub was.

“Lord Daverny.” She introduced and offered her hand to him like any normal lady would. Its not like she wanted him to touch her, but she didn’t have much of an option.

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After a tense greeting between Lady Elizabeth and the King and Queen, followed by light banter by Lord Robert and curtsies, Rosalyn ushered her mother away, followed by her father and two sisters. They found solace by the refreshments and Rosalyn was quick to get a glass of wine in her mothers hands. Of course Elizabeth wasn’t much of a drinker, but tonight was one of the few times alcohol was much needed.

Seraphina gushed to her father about the ballroom and lovely it would be when she moved in. “Me and the Prince will dance the night away in here, and when we rule over the Kingdom, we will throw our own parties in this very room. And I will wear the most gorgeous dresses!” She giggled and clung to her fathers arm. “Of course Sweetpea.” He replied and laughed at her antics, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “With that much ambition I am sure you will sweep that Prince straight off his feet.” Seraphina smirked. She would do so much more than that. She would beat every girl in this room at the honour of being the Prince’s wife or she would die trying. Seraphina began to look around at all the other girls. Her competition. She needed to come up with a good strategy to obliterate them all. Was obliterate too harsh of a word? Of course not. This was war.

The youngest of the Grayson’s wasn’t paying much attention to the people or the fancy decor, as per usual. Rather, she was staring out the windows mystified by the gorgeous sunset and slowly darkening sky. She heard that there was many more stars in the sky over Blackvale then in the Riverlands. Plus, being more northern there was the chance of seeing the night sky lights. Aurora was just dreaming about them when she was snapped back to reality by Seraphina.

“Would you pay attention! They are about to announce my future husband. Your future brother in law. When you meet him, make sure to say lots of great things about me!” Seraphina hissed and Aurora just laughed. Her sister was always looking out to climb the social ladders, and while that was fine, Aurora much preferred to enjoy her life with the people around her.

”My Lords. My Ladies. It is my honor to present to you the royal children of the family Castillon.” A servant called to the crowd and out stepped the royal children. Seraphina almost squealed in delight. Of course it didn’t matter if the Prince was handsome or not, but damn she was lucky that he was. Golden hair like her own, cut short, tall, muscular. She was what any little girl dreamed of as a prince charming. Seraphina turned to Aurora, “You were right, he is handsome!”

Aurora nodded slowly as she stared at the man. This Prince was the one to become King? A big grin broke out on her face and she clapped slowly along with the others who did. It wasn’t her decision who became the King, and the Royal family did not need her approval, but Aurora certainly looked forward to this Prince. Unlike most nobles and court folk she had met in her past, this man had kind eyes. That was a good enough sign for her.

Rosalyn, on the other hand, had a stoic expression as she looked at the Royal children. They were all quite attractive, yes, but it was more than that. Her hand came up to rest on her face as she looked at them. She shared the same jawbone as the girl, Gwendolynn, and the same strawberry blonde hair as the boys. Of course, this would not be noticeable by most, but knowing what she did
 she could tell. These were truly her siblings. She tried to keep her composure and her mothers hand came to rest on her arm, knowing how she felt. Rosalyn’s eyes sharpened when the King and Queen came forward and Rosalyn just dreamed of sticking an arrow in each of their eyes.

“Deep breaths.” Her mother whispered, and Rosalyn closed her eyes and sighed. She just had to keep herself together.

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Seraphina was thrilled by the prospect of the dance and Aurora, who was surprisingly graceful, was rather excited too. They hadn’t danced at such a large event in a long time. Seraphina was the first to run off, wanting to find the prince as soon as possible to get her best impression in. The sooner the better. She was sorely disappointed when he quickly scooped up a girl with darker features. Now what? She huffed and formed into the circle quickly, beside another blonde girl and a very scary looking girl she believed came from the Dark Woods. Creepy folk.

It wasn’t long before a man with golden hair and pretty eyes walked up to her. Lord Avery Thatcher if she was correct. He bowed in front of her and took her hand, kissing her knuckles softly as he did. "Lady Seraphina, would you mind terribly honoring me with your first dance?” She could tell she was by far his first choice, and like most men here she assumed he was aiming towards the princess. She could understand. At least he had gotten her name correctly. She often got her names mixed with Rosalyn.

“Lord Avery, your first dance should be with none other than someone so beautiful as myself. You should be honoured.” She said, half in jest and half serious. The smirk on her face should tell him of her humour. She waited until he stood and got into position with him. When the music began she let him take lead.

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Aurora looked at Rosalyn with shining eyes. “Can I
?” Rosalyn’s stress faded away just by the exuberant look on the girls face. “Of course you can, go on now.” She laughed. As if her sister needed her permission at all, she was just being courteous. The girl was always looking out for everyone else when she should have just been having a good time.

Rosalyn watched as Aurora got scooped up by a young Lord and asked to dance. It was good to see Aurora with other people, she could be a social butterfly in the right situations. Sometimes she worried about the girl when they were at home. She didn’t have very many true friends and she spent most of her time daydreaming or socializing with the peasants in the Riverlands.

Lady Elizabeth looked at Rosalyn and raised a brow. “Will you not be joining the dances?”

Rosalyn frowned. “I’m not sure dancing is for me, Mother.”

“What are you talking about, you love dancing
 And you always excelled at anything physical.” Elizabeth smiled. “You should try and take small pleasures in things while you can. This summer will be far too tasking otherwise. Besides, I dont think you have a choice in the matter.” She gestured forward to where a dark skinned boy was sauntering forward towards her. Lord Jonah.

He was handsome, yes, but looks never swayed her. Unlike most people here, she was not looking for a romantic venture, but she could tell when someone was attractive. She did have eyes after all. From the looks of it, he found her interesting enough to dance with too. Rosalyn just hoped he wasn’t too boring or pompous, otherwise she would be tempted to knock him on his ass.

"My Lady Rosalyn." He smiled to her. Thankfully he had gotten her name right. Her and Seraphina were so often confused. It was harder to confuse Aurora, as she was the one with blatantly silver hair.
"Magnus Allyrion, but please do call me, Jonah, might I have the honor of your first dance.” His face was a mix of coy charm, but Rosalyn detected something of a smirk under that facade.

“If we must.” She replied and followed him into the circle. She hummed and raised a brow at him. He didn’t seem daft at least. “From the looks of you, you are a soldier. Most soldiers aren’t graceful, so if you are too afraid of stepping on my feet I could always lead you.” She smirked and got herself into position to dance. The least she could do was try and have fun with this. Like her mother said, she would need some distractions from the hell blazing around her.

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Aurora was rather happy she could dance again. Out of all her sisters she was the best dancer. Of course they were good as well, but Seraphina danced too loosely, Rosalyn too strictly. Aurora liked to make dances her own; she was light on her feet and graceful. Rather than thinking about the social part of it all, Aurora was just excited to move to the music.

Just as she got into formation a boy came up to her and bowed before her, stretching out his hand.
"Lady Aurora, may I have this dance?” He asked. From the blonde hair, blue eyes and clothes he wore she could tell he was a Westerner, meaning he was a Chaimbers.

“Of course you may Lord Frederick James Chaimbers.” She grinned, saying his full name. “There is no need to bow though my Lord, I am not that special.” She laughed and when she stood up, Aurora sniffed the air and laughed more. “You smell of alcohol.”

Aurora had the curse of being brutally honest. She usually said most things that came to her mind if they were interesting enough. Of course this habit seemed to her her in trouble more times then not.

“I have never drank before. Is it fun?” She asked as she prepared herself to dance with him and the music slowly began.

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”It is my honor to present to you the royal children of the family Castillon.” All the attention in the room seemed to shift to the Castillons in an instant. And for that, the Daverny children were most grateful. Following the steps that were taken by the rest of the families, the three of them turned their attentions to the princes and princess. They looked as noble as their titles proclaimed to be, but if one were to look hard enough they would see the difference. Varying degree's of reluctance, but also, a great amount of strength within each of them. Marynn did not linger her gaze on any one of them, instead, taking in the room as a whole.

Her brothers - well, they were much more interested. Howell never wavered his gaze from the Princess, seemingly contemplative. Of course, Benjy's stare was more lustful than appreciative. He didn't often go for powerful women, they were much harder to bed let alone engage in conversation. But he thought he could make an exception for a princess.

As soon as that spectacle was over the Queen began to speak, drawing Marynns attention back. Howell already listening with rapt attention, but losing Benjy in the process. He instead began to survey, just as Marynn had done earlier but his focus landed mostly on the women of the room, Trying to get a lay of the land before he attempted to speak with any of them. These weren't the ditzy women that walked the shanties, no, these women were sophisticated. More's the pity - he'll have to work for his dues here.

“In celebration of the beginning of this great summer and new friends, we invite all of our children in the dance of the Blackvale.” As the Queen motioned to her children, Marynn realizes that she had been holding her breath. “The dance is simple,” she launches into an explanation, even though the two eldest Davernys think it's probably simple enough to figure out for themselves. Dances aren't usually that intricate. “Our strapping young men will line up across from the beautiful young ladies. They share a dance with the woman across from them and when the song changes you switch partners. The dance is over when you’ve danced with every young man or woman.”

They had known this was coming, but so soon after introductions? Marynn glanced between her brothers with mild desperation. At least at some point, she'll be able to take a rest by dancing with them. That at least should cut out a bit of the anxiety crawling up her gut. But before she could even manage to voice her issues their mother appeared by their side. While she spoke to the boys, her eyes lingered on Marynn with the usual amount of malice.

"None of you will cause a scene, understand?" They did, more so than Lady Elena could ever believe them. Benjy, the most likely to do something wrong nodded despite his devious grin. "Of course mother," He answered, too polite to be anything but deception. Howell scowls and Marynn tries not to let her nervousness show in her small chuckle.

"Good, we want to make a good impression here," Elena took a moment to look at the already forming dance partners. "Now hurry along." Fully dismissed, the boys went along their merry way. But Marynn was stopped momentarily as Hector appeared, a drink in hand - why did he get to drown his suffering in alcohol while she had to be completely sober.

"Marynn dear, do try not to castrate any of them." Hector spoke between a laugh and a wink, "If any of them have anything to Castrate that is." While Elena was not amused, she said nothing as Marynn shared the laugh. "I'll try not to." She's grateful for his attempt to make light of the situation. A bit of the nervousness ebbing away as she regains her strength of mind. She would not let something so small as a dance bring out any weakness in her. She is a Daverny, and Davernys are as strong as they come.

Deciding that she'd best line up now before she is left behind - as much as she would like that - she steps in, just barely straightening herself out before one of the Thornes is stepping in front of her. Sylas, she thinks is his name, only memorable because of who the Thorne's are. She can't exactly deny how handsome he is, but that doesn't mean she is exactly grateful to be dancing with him - in fact, she'd much rather not dance at all. He'd soon find out just how big of a mistake choosing her as his first dance partner would be.

He bows and offers his right hand. "Ms. Daverny," He says, and she tries not to balk. Her dress nearly trips her up as she curtsies once more, glad that she has yet to fall flat on her face. The damned sleeves get in the way as she offers her hand, hoping that her light hold doesn't show too much of her reluctance.

"Lord Thorne," She nods, tone light but not without its usual edge of misguided sourness. "Calling me Marynn is alright, or Mary if you prefer informalities." She tries her best to muster a smile that her mother would be proud of (ugh) without it seeming too fake, "I should warn that I am not very good at dancing."

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Benjy had hoped to swoop in and steal a dance with the Princess, but it looked like someone had already beat him there. However, he was unconcerned with his bad luck and chose instead to just line up nearby his sister. Soon joined by an intense brunette who didn't exactly seem thrilled. Benjy doesn't fancy himself women like her, she reminds him too much of his own mother with the intensity of her gaze and the strength nod doubt hiding behind her formal attire. But, non-the-less she is beautiful and he would be a fool not to want to dance with her.

“Lord Daverny.” Even her tone of voice is strong. He grins, bowing as he is supposed to and takes her hand kindly. "Lady Thorne, I must say that you are very beautiful." Somehow, he knows that his usual lines won't work on a lady such as herself. But, he didn't feel like working for it either. They would dance, and perhaps converse a bit, and then he would be off to the next. Hopefully, causing as much grief as possible in the short time they are given to dance. His mother would not be thrilled to know of his plans - but he didn't care for her thoughts either.

Had she wanted him to behave she would have left him at home. He did not pretend to be the same as Howell, the prim and proper son of the family. Benjy prescribed to a much grimier side of things.


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Howell was fully in his element here, the formality of the event something he enjoys immensely. As well as, he isn't the worst of dance partners out there. He worries only for a moment about his siblings. Benjy's lack of grace and Marynns hopelessness when it comes to anything like this. But, they are not his concern at the moment. He watches as the dancers are quickly lining up, and finally eyes a pretty blonde without a partner, one of the Thatchers - Ilene, he remembers her name at last. His knowledge of the other families surpassing most of his family. They were unconcerned with anyone outside of the Vale and the Misty Isles, but Howell took far more interest in the way that the other families worked.

He moves in across from her, giving her a kind smile. He doesn't want to put off any sort of thuggish air - he isn't like his brother - nor does he wish to be as stand-offish as his sister. Howell put himself far above the standards they set. Bowing, and offering a hand to her.

"Lady Thatcher, would you be so kind as to give me your first dance?"

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BROM CASTILLON
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SYLAS THORNE
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Brom made no attempt to divert his gaze from the beautiful blonde before him. He found it surprising for the Black Keep to be an overwhelming sea of blonde. It seemed the golden hair blended from one head to the next aside from the pirates, the Thornes and his very fiery sister. Even himself and his brother part of that overwhelming pool. But he never worried for a second that he'd be lost in the crowd. Even if he wasn't wearing his crown, him and his brother seemed to tower over a majority of the guests.

His thoughts were brought back to the present circumstances when the enchanting woman before him took placed her own satin palmed hand in his, curtsying so that she could meet his bow. "Prince Castillon."

"Oh my dear, you may call me Brom... Or call upon me tonight, I wouldn't mind." Brom quirked his left brow as his pressed his lips upon the top of her hand as he stood back upright, taking a step towards her.

"One might be considered about that grin, particularly if one is to believe the rumours around these very halls."

Brom cocked his head as he turned to stand to the left of Vivienne, holding her left hand in his right. He waited for the music to begin and moved instep with the dance along the promenade part of the dance. The young woman looked naive and younger than what her age probably was. Her features were soft and curved. But even behind the sweet innocence she portrayed he felt there was something a bit more devious behind those golden locks.

When the dance called for them to face one another again, he placed his free hand on her waist. Brom then began to twirl her around, finally deciding to reply to her previous comment, "Rumors?" He played innocent even though his smirk was deceiving his tone. "Do enlighten me because I fear I do not know what you speak of." He released her waist to twirl her beneath his palm. He then pulled Vivienne in closer so that they were chest to chest and whispered, "I'm an angel."

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It was obvious to Rhaegar that Clara took note of all the eyes that were upon them. After all he was the heir so no matter what he did, the entire party was going to be focused on him and all of his decisions. "Familiar?" she asked in response to his comment but she said it so softly he didn't catch it.

When she went to curtsey but fumbled, Rhaegar was quick to step towards her, gently taking hold of her shoulders to keep her from falling. "Are you alright my lady?"

Clara seemed to smile and chuckle at his honesty about not enjoying the pomp and circumstance behind this arrangement and placed her hand in his. "It's alright, Your Grace, I understand better than you think." Rhaegar smiled glad that someone understood how odd this whole situation felt. Generation after generation parents were doing this to their children, probably hating it as much as they did... but then they went on to doing it to their kids. He made a mental note that when he had kids of his own, they could marry whom they wanted.

"I must admit, I must have been very small, the last we met, I fear I don't remember you, I know of you, but no memories of my own, I'm afraid. When last were you in the North?"

Rhaegar turned with the line of other young Lords and Ladies, walking the intro of the dance as he held Clara's hand. Out of sync with the dance he playfully twirled her before bringing her in towards him, and placing his hand on her waist. "I do believe it's been the better part of a decade. My brother," he started as he moved with elegance as he guided her around the ballroom in accordance with the dance his mother drilled into his head. "It must have been when he decided to become King's guard. I believe we took him to the North to train under your father. Understandable that I would remember you and not vice versa. I was 17 or 18 which would have made you... 8, I believe?"

He released Clara's waist and gently guided her through a twirl, before bringing her close yet again. Rhaegar smiled towards his siblings when he caught their gaze before looking back towards his partner. "So are you hoping to find love this summer? Or did you come because your parents wanted you to?"

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Gwen raised a brow at the very extravagant bow her dancing partner made towards her. He then took her hand and place a tender kiss upon her knuckles. "Good eve, my princess. I was hoping you'd do me the honor of being your first partner in the long series of dances we are about to undertake," Elliot said. When the young blonde smiled towards her, Gwen returned it with her own smile. She hoped she looked sincere even though deep down she wanted nothing more than to run out into the gardens and disappear up in a tree. He took a step closer to her with took her by surprise but she didn't pull away. "I am not after your hand, or your honor, do not fret about that. Just a friend to dance with," he winked towards her.

Gwendolynn inhaled sharply as she turned to stand beside him, walking to the beat of the music. She didn't quite believe his words because what better way to get close to a princess other than claiming not to want anything to do with her. His next words though caught her off guard, "If men were compasses pointing north, my compass lies south, if you take my meaning."

She turned to face Elliot, freezing in place until a couple behind them cleared their throats loudly in an attempt to get them to move. Gwen quickly picked up her pace, turning to face him scooping up the train of her dress in her free hand. It was a few moments into the dance before she finally connected the dots. "Oooohhh..." She laughs at how stupid she felt when she connected the dots. "I'm afraid my lord, that there may not be much in that realm here at the Black Keep. I don't know if there will be anyone to satiate that appetite."

Gwendolynn was able to finally exhale a deep breath almost worried she might pop her corset. But it was nice knowing she didn't have to put on airs for the first dance of the night. She was nervous enough as it is, having to dance with someone who would try to seduce their way into her bed or status wasn't something she wanted to deal with just yet.

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Sylas tried not to scoff or simply walk away when the Daverny woman seemed to be having more trouble with her dress that it was worth. None of the other women seemed to have issues but then again it looked like this one wasn't used to walking on land for more than a moment or two, or in anything that wasn't trousers. He grasp on his hand was light, no doubt she was looking forward to this dance about as much as he was.

"Lord Thorne," she started. At least she knew who he was, that's a start. "Calling me Marynn is alright, or Mary if you prefer informalities." She smiled towards him as he began to lead her side by side following the line of partners.

"Ah well, my Lady Mayrnn, you may call me Sylas." He gently turned her, placing his other hand on the back side of her ribcage.

"I should warn that I am not very good at dancing."

Sylas could see right past the fake smile. She seemed as uncomfortable with dancing as she was in that dress but no matter he wasn't going to let on. It was too soon to show his true colors so he simply smiled his charming effortless smile that made his eyes seem to sparkle even if they masked his true disgust with this whole evening. "You are in lucky my lady, for I've been told I'm an excellent dancer." With a soft press on her back he guided her into a twirl. "But it is fortunate that this dance is simple. A bow and a curtsey, promenade, break off into pairs, a few twirls... And then switch." When he said switch, he spun her again. "The most difficult part is pretending like we actually enjoy this boring dance."

Sylas gave a slight chuckle. The Dance of Blackvale was horrid and boring. Nothing short of doing the same exact same thing over and over again. Simple enough for this dull crowd.

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The King watched as the younger generation moved together to begin dancing. He could see their hesitance and disdain as plain as day on their face. He couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in his gut. He wished it was easy enough to allow them to marry whom they wanted when they wanted. This was there glimmer of a chance but their pool of options was small. Arranged marriages never turned out remotely as well as they should.

His gaze drifted towards his wife with the thought. Magnus leaned towards her, pressing his lips against her cheek in a loveless kiss. "I am going to converse with our guests my love." With that he stepped down form the royal podium and worked his way through the crowd. When he caught only a momentary glimpse of his daughters gaze he gave her a smile and a playful wink.

Magnus wasn't sure where he was going, his feet carried him and before he knew it, he found himself before her. She hadn't aged a day, looking radiant as ever. She didn't try to look younger or hide her age like the Queen did. Her age was shown like a badge of honor to show her accomplishments and she wore it well. He couldn't help but smile as he bowed before her, taking her hand in his and placing a long lingering kiss upon it. "Elizabeth, lovely as ever."

He then looked towards Robert, smiling in greeting and shaking his hand. "You take very good care of all your girls. They've grown up to be such beauties, you must be proud." His gaze drifted to Elizabeth for a moment before back towards her husband, "Might I have your permission to walk about the room with your wife?" He asked Robert out of kindness as he held out an offered arm towards Elizabeth. If her husband denied him the offer, Magnus would find another way to get an audience with her, after all he was the king. But he was never one to cause futile disputes in the middle of a celebration.

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Elliot was beginning to wonder if perhaps he had made a made a blunder he would not be able to escape from. The princess was oddly quiet after his admission. True what he said was a huge gamble. It wasn't exactly accepted to be homosexual after all and he had blatantly told the princess that he was gay. She could very easily sneer in disgust and call the guards to arrest him and throw him in the dungeons. Elliot let his hand lightly resting on the princess's back while the other held her hand as they began dancing. His heart was hammering in his ears however and he felt as stiff as a board, his muscle taunt in his trepidation with the princess's response.

Then at last the princess gave an exclamation as the information clicked. "I'm afraid my lord, that there may not be much in that realm here at the Black Keep. I don't know if there will be anyone to satiate that appetite," the princess laughed.

Elliot gave a sigh of relief that her pause wasn't her debating whether or not to raise some sort of alarm. His gamble paid off. Elliot relaxed then, his movements become fluid for the dance once more. The playful smile reached his lips again and his eyes lit up with ease.

"Ugh! I know!" he scoffed then with a pout. "It will be a lonely summer I am sure. Such a dreadful thing. But if you do happen to see that one of these handsome lords might take a fancy to it, please do send them my way," he mused with a smile. "Especially if it is Jonah Allyrion. He is quite the looker. Jonathan Chaimbers would do quiet nicely as well. Howell has a nice roguish looking quality now that I have a chance to look him over," he added before he returned his gaze to the princess. "Sorry. I hope you don't mind me scouting eye candy," he chuckled. Elliot twirled the princess in his arms and watched as her dress flowed around her before he brought her closer as it turned into a bit of a waltz.

"It is of no offense to you though, my lady. You are quite beautiful and the dress does suit your complexion. But I digress. When not being forced into an overly tight corset, what do you enjoy doing with your time?" he asked her then.
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"Lord Avery, your first dance should be with none other than someone so beautiful as myself. You should be honoured.”

Avery took note of the smirk Lady Seraphina sported as she offered her hand to begin the dance. Though he understood it was supposed to be a joke, her comment was a little off putting for him and it made him self conscious. He knew his hands weren't really that smooth, what with his work in the fields and his sword practice. It must be quite aversive to Seraphina's delicate hands. Avery led her into the dance as the music began, unsure of what he wanted to reply to her.

"I am honored, Lady Seraphina. You are quite beautiful and your name is to. I am sorry your first dance is with one so rough," he answered. It was both an honest comment but he also wanted to see what her response was to that admission. He knew many noble women did not fancy lords as humble and work centered as he was.

And Avery couldn't sport that he was an excellent dance. He was sure his brother and sister were much better at this but he wasn't a poor dancer either. He was a warrior and a lot of that was anticipating your opponents move. So at first though the dance was a little awkward, he slipped into the rhythm quick enough. He wasn't sure what to say to her. He was generally a quite person after all. "Are you looking forward to the summer here?"

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Ilene was pulled out of her wonderings about Elliot's plans when she noticed someone had taken up the empty space in front of her. It was one of the Daverny boys. She could easily tell them apart from the other families thanks to their clothing. She had to say it was refreshing to see something different. She offered the lord a nod of her head and offered her hand. "Lord Howell, I would be happy to dance with you," she answered him. The two began to dance as the music picked up and Ilene studied the lord's face. He wasn't bad looking and he seemed polite at least. And she couldn't hide the interest she had about him and his family. She had never been on a boat and had never ventured anywhere near the Misty Isles. This was a perfect opportunity to ask Howell about it.

"So, Lord Howell, I hope you don't mind but I am very curious about the Misty Isles, about life on a ship. Would you enlighten me about the Misty Isles?"

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Sylva watched as the pirate boy bowed before her and she almost scoffed. She hadn’t known they knew any manners. Sylva took a moment to look over at her brother briefly, who was also paired with a Daverny sea creature. The girl looked like she was tripping all over herself, as if she had no land legs at all. Her sharp gaze turned back to the boy, Benjy as he liked to be called.

"Lady Thorne, I must say that you are very beautiful.” He chided as he took her hand and began to attempt at leading her to the dance. It was pitiful. She had to make sure her delicate feet weren’t crushed by his massive ones. Sylva hummed in response, face unchanging. She wasn’t one for fake pleasantries where they weren’t needed. “So I have been told by many.” She mused as they twirled and he almost caught one of her toes.

“I must say I am surprised to see the Daverny clan out of the water.” She said and just when he was about to make a mistake in the dance she corrected it, almost leading the dance herself. He truly did not know what was going on, did he? “I am beginning to think the land itself may become wet with tears, what with your clumsy feet walking all over it.” She kept the hiss and bite from her voice, making it seem more sarcastic.

Luckily for her, she knew this would only last a few more minutes. Get the worst over with first. From the looks of all the men, it could only get better from there. Sylva was aching to get dance with her brother already. He knew what he was doing. She glanced over again to see him all smiles and charm. A snort almost raised from her throat at the looks of it. Her brother had a much better game face than her. If only they knew how terrible he truly was.

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Seraphina began the dance with Lord Avery Thatcher, glad that he could at least dance somewhat well. From the looks of it, she could have been much worse off for a first dance, as the Daverny boy nearby looked like he was stumbling about sloppily. At least the Lord Thatcher was careful enough to not crush her toes.

"I am honored, Lady Seraphina. You are quite beautiful and your name is to. I am sorry your first dance is with one so rough,” Avery began, an attempt at conversing with her. Seraphina snorted and rolled her eyes. She supposed even a man could be self conscious at times. "Are you looking forward to the summer here?” He continued. Small talk.

“Lord Avery, as rough as you may be, it is not the outside that matters at all. It is the inside of the soul, the talents one possesses and how they use them to their advantage is what matters most to me. If the shell for that soul happens to be appealing, it is just a bonus.” She explained, matter of fact. Though that may seem caring, wise and un-judgmental, the true meaning behind it was that she didn’t care about a persons looks, so long as they were strong willed and could obtain power. Like her.

“As for my summer
 Well, being in the castle setting truly brings out the best in me.” She smirked. “A change of pace was never bad for anyone. Besides, are we not supposed to find our true loves here?” She chuckled. It was another way of rephrasing the fact that they had this small group of people present that they were to choose a suitable partner with.

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Aurora continued to watch the youngest son to the Western Bluffs bow for quite sometime before rising again. "Oh, dear Lady Aurora, how wrong you are.” He said in response to her. He reached up and twirled some loose strands of her hair, a gesture Aurora only saw as innocent. "Have you ever been to the Western Bluffs?” He asked her before continuing, "Because we have a legend about woman with your hair. We call them the Fae, they once inhabited the land now known as the Green Valley, which is why it is the most fertile land in all of the Bluffs. The women were said to have silver hair and such delicate features, much like yours, and whilst we have no evidence of them ever existing, if you ever visited you would be referred as a goddess.”

Aurora laughed in awe at the story. “I have never been outside of the Riverlands. Being the youngest does not get you far from home
 But I love adventure, and I have read books on the Western Bluffs, none of the Fae though. They sound marvellous. The only other person with this white hair is my mother and she isn’t a goddess as much as she may seem like it at times.” She laughed. “I would love to travel there one day. I would love to see everything.”

After her quick change of topic, the boy seemed quite stunned by her question. She supposed it was quite shocking that a woman her age had yet to taste any kind of liquor. "It's fun to forget certain things and let your inhibitions run loose for a night, so yes. It can be quite 'fun', I suppose.” He said, quite in thought before finishing, "But then again, sometimes the morning afterwards is like that spin, only for an hour after waking and then all that fun didn't seem worth it because you can't quite recall everything that occurred that night.”

Aurora hummed, “I suppose that may be true, from one who has drank. Especially tonight.” She laughed harder as she caught another whiff of alcohol coming from him. Her brutal honesty and missing filter were ever present. “From what I have seen though
 alcohol can be quite beautiful too.” She pondered softly and looked off into the distance as he had, in thought, as they twirled in the dance. “From what I have seen, a mans true heart comes out when he is drunk. In that sense, alcohol is like the key that unlocks the window of a persons true inhibitions.” Aurora looked into his eyes again and smiled honestly, “I suppose it has its good and its bad. Is that an odd way to think of it?”

Then again, nothing about Aurora was very normal.

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Rosalyn was still smirking as Lord Jonah raised her hand and pressed his lips to her hand. He raised again with a sly smile of his own and wrapped an arm around her waist. The music slowly picked up until they were cued to begin dancing. "Oh, My Lady, while it goes against my principles to tell a woman she is wrong, I must inform you, I am a not a soldier, I am a Ranger.” He said to her as they moved to the beat. "Soldiers aren't meant to be graceful, they are meant to be loud, they are meant to seen and heard coming. Rangers, however, are trained to be quiet, to not be seen or heard until it is too late, that means, we are to be light on our feet." She supposed he was right. The more they danced the more she realized he wasn’t heavy enough to be a warrior; he was much more lethe. Also, she realized his footsteps were just as silent as hers. If there had been nothing but them in the room, their dance and the room would have been completely quiet. The man went ahead to provide proof by twirling her around. She smirked and quickly, yet easily, kept balance.

Rosalyn decided to stay quiet, picking up from his facial cues that he had more to say to her. "Though, I will admit, I am much more interested in hunting with you than dancing.” He continued, though this caught her by slight surprise. He could tell she was a fighter already? It was not something most anyone could pick up on. She supposed it took one to know one.

"You noticed I was a fighter, and I noticed the same of you. Which means that you know a thing or two, Your weapon of choice....Bow and Arrow, or Throwing knives, something light but takes focus, patience
" Jonah said and Rosalyn realized that during his kiss to her hands he would have felt the callouses on her fingertips. "Archery, is my guess, Am I wrong?” He asked.

Rosalyn could have easily freaked out, having him unhinge her lesser known talent just like that, but that wasn’t the kind of person Rosalyn was. She had much more important things to hide then her bow skills. Instead, she just smirked and raised a brow at him herself. “My, my, Lord Jonah. Despite the way you look, you are quite clever.” She jabbed at him in sarcastic jest. “As much as I love to prove someone wrong, I must adhere to your assumption. What can I say? The gigantic tension before the shooting of an arrow and the total release and relaxation seconds later is my way of keeping me connected to reality.” Rosalyn said honestly and then shrugged. “I am quite good at it also.”

As they twirled more, she couldn’t help but chuckle at his curiosity. “A piece of advice though, I wouldn’t go digging around within the backstories of many people here, lest you come across something too shocking that ends you with an arrow right here
” She reached up and teasingly tapped his forehead. “Whether you take this advice from a woman, or not, is completely up to you, Lord.”

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Elizabeth allowed herself to relax a little as her eldest daughter was whisked away by a more exotic boy. Rosalyn was a beautiful girl, who wouldn’t be interested in dancing with her? Then again, all of her daughters were beautiful. She gazed over to Seraphina who was gazing at her partner with sharp, intelligent eyes, as always. Aurora was dancing excitedly with a big gin on her face right nearby. She may not have been completely in love with Robert, but Elizabeth would always be thankful to him for giving her two more beautiful girls.

The silver haired woman could only hope by the end of this summer all three girls would come out unscathed. Aurora was innocent and gullible, something Elizabeth knew all too well that could be extorted. Her cheery demeanour reminded Elizabeth of herself when she was young and hopeful and in love. Seraphina, on the other hand, was an aggressive girl who always strived for what she wanted. Elizabeth wished she had had that kind of perseverance when she was her age. If so, things would have been much different. Lastly, Rosalyn
 She was a whole other story. Elizabeth deeply worried her headstrong daughter would only wind up dead by the end of it all.

In the midst of her revelry, Elizabeth had not noticed the man walking towards her and Robert until he was right in front of them. "Elizabeth, lovely as ever.” He said as he bowed, kissed her hand and stood up. Elizabeth swallowed quickly and kept her composure as her heart suddenly dropped into her stomach. The King. The very one she had much history with. He was still handsome as he always had been, except now it was in a much more refined and perfectly aged way. So not to be rude, Elizabeth gave a small smile and curtsied, though her legs felt like falling apart.

"You take very good care of all your girls. They've grown up to be such beauties, you must be proud.” King Magnus said as he shook her husbands hand. Robert grinned and nodded, “Very proud. Though I must say the beautiful piece is mostly due to my wife.” He chuckled and looked at Elizabeth who gave him a half-hearted smile back. Magnus, smooth as always, smiled and continued, "Might I have your permission to walk about the room with your wife?” Robert was no idiot. If the king asked for something, you would be a fool not to grant it, lest the wrath of all the loyal kingdoms fall upon you instead. “Of course, it would be an honour.” He said, though Elizabeth knew him well enough to know he was not completely pleased with the idea.

Elizabeth wished she could run at that moment, but being the refined lady she was, she took the Kings arm and let him lead her away as her stomach tore itself to shreds. She didn’t dare look over to Rosalyn, otherwise she might lose herself.

“Your Majesty,” She stressed, “To what do I owe the honour of this stroll?”

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“Well my lord, I shall keep my eyes peeled while I dance with the other Lords and report back to you with my findings. But in return you should listen out for which gentlemen have true and honest intentions so that I might survive this summer unscathed.”

“Thank you m’lady. I great appreciate you looking out for me. And I promise I’ll return the favor. I promise I won’t push my brother on you, beyond saying he is one that has true and honest intentions. I hope you do find a lucky stag that pleases you and if that happens to be my brother, I wish the best to you both. If not, I won’t begrudge you. That leaves 6 men I need to report to you about,” Elliot answered her with a smile.

“I find Sylas Thorne quite agreeable, but I stop that right there,” she said then before leaning in and Elliot obliged and moved closer to hear her. “We all know the rumors there.”

“Very true. I would be careful,” he nodded and spun the princess. He was honestly happy that she was returning his earlier banter. She seemed a pretty down to earth woman. That was a good thing at least.

“I do agree Jonah is quite handsome. Howell looks charming as does your brother,” she chuckled and made a silly face. Elliot couldn’t help but grin. He almost wanted to say ‘Charming? Are you sure you are looking at my brother?’ but he figured those jokes would have to come later when there was an easy friendship. He liked to tease and play but he didn’t want to sabotage his brother either. “As for Jonathan Chaimbers, I’ll leave him to you. He isn’t quite my type
 At least, so far as I know.”

“Ooh. I would be glad to take him off your hands,” he grinned. “Without him, you’d have 5 to pick from and if you are staying away from a certain Thorne, then 4. See? Well on our way to narrowing down the playing field,” he winked. When the conversation turned to hobbies, he smiled as he listened.

“Well
 I do enjoy horseback riding. I’m quite good at it, even beat my Father in races. Honestly, I enjoy most things that gentlemen prefer that is unacceptable for a female to enjoy. My mother detests it. But what does she expect when I grew up with two older brothers.”

He chuckled and an excited glint entered his eyes. “I love horseback riding. We must make it a point to go riding this summer. And I find nothing wrong with a woman wanting to enjoy the 'realms' of men. I think it gives you an advantage. You wouldn't be a damsel in distress,” he answered her. Then the dance sadly came to an end. He knew he couldn’t be as free with the other woman as he had been with Gwen. He had taken a risk as it was. He would have to posture and pretend to be interested in the others.

“Well I did quite enjoy our time together. I do hope we can spend time together again
 When I’m not wearing an obscenely tight corset.”

"It was honestly a pleasure, your Highness,” he answered and gave her knuckles a farewell brush. “I look forward to our time together.” He watched her leave a moment and sighed. And to think the dancing had only just begun. He loved dancing but dancing with all of these pretty ladies was going to be a drag. He shook his head and turned to settle his gaze on his new dance partner.

“Ah, Lady Rosalyn, it is an honor,” Elliot began and gave her a low bow as he took her hand in his own. Just like Jonah before him, he immediately felt the callouses on her finger tips. It intrigued Elliot and he arched an eyebrow in his curiosity. It wasn’t often that women played with weapons. He offered her a bright smile as he kissed her knuckles. He righted himself as the two of them began to dance. “My lady, forgive me if I am being rude but it is not often to see a woman so well-trained with a weapon,” he mused, a smile never leaving his face. “I do hope the reason behind your training was a simple desire and eagerness to learn it, and not one of dire necessity. I hope to see you in your element one of these days.”
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“Lord Avery, as rough as you may be, it is not the outside that matters at all. It is the inside of the soul, the talents one possesses and how they use them to their advantage is what matters most to me. If the shell for that soul happens to be appealing, it is just a bonus. As for my summer
 Well, being in the castle setting truly brings out the best in me. A change of pace was never bad for anyone. Besides, are we not supposed to find our true loves here?”

Avery offered her a genuine smile. He had been wrong about her first impression. It was refreshing to hear that not everyone valued appearance above all else. He too cared far more about what was on the inside, the personality of someone, rather than attractiveness. He could appreciate beauty but he’d rather have someone good hearted than ‘pretty’ by his side. So much of his work dealt with helping the people that pledged fealty to him and his family after all. He wouldn’t be able to tolerate someone far more concerned with their own comfort. Seraphina seemed interesting at least.

“I agree,” he answered her. [color=#F0A804]“Appearance shouldn’t count so much. Our deeds speak far louder and longer than our outer shells. As for changes and true loves, I don’t think we’ll find true love by pursuing it by force. With everyone here pursuing each other in the hopes of ‘winning’, it will amount to more ‘losing’ and pushing away what is real. Love should flow naturally, if it is there. A friendship can be far more valuable than a romance in strange situations like these,” he mused. He probably wasn’t hitting any winning notes but he didn’t want to lie either. A love built on lies was nothing but empty.

Before he could change topic, it was time to switch partners. He gave the lady another bow. “Have a good evening, Lady Seraphina. If there is love here, I do hope you find it in one of these suitors.” Avery turned to his next partner then, Sylva Thorne. He honestly didn’t know what to think about Sylva. She was beautiful and he loved her eyes, though they were cold and maybe there was a certain annoyance in her gaze. Her dark hair did make her very different from the fair haired girls around the room. There was something about her he couldn’t place and even more than with Seraphina, he wasn’t sure what to say to her.

He took her hand and offered her smile. “Good evening, Lady Sylva. You look very beautiful tonight. I do hope you are enjoying the dancing thus far?” he asked as they began their second round of dancing.
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"A rather odd topic of conversation I must say, the Misty Isles is usually avoided in conversation altogether."

“That may be true, but that is where you are from and we are dancing so we could get to know each other, right? It is only right that I ask you about your life.” Ilene answered with a smile. She had heard fairytales but that wouldn’t do Howell justice to just go by what she had heard in crazy tales. She’d give him the chance to tell her himself.

"It's only half as thrilling as people expect, mostly its hard work and avoiding angering the wrong sorts. Even the kindest men in the Isles are willing to steal or kill for coin, though they rarely get far in our case. But it's not all bad. It's never boring, and there's always an adventure to be had. The view is breathtaking, even on a stormy night when the waves toss the ship hard enough to strike fear into the hardiest of men."


Ilene listened with rapt attention. It did sound threatening and dangerous but what life wasn’t filled with danger? It really didn’t sound all that different from their world here. “That doesn’t sound all that different from here. The angering the wrong sorts and people killing for coin bit. The same can be said about the political arena,” she answered him. “And it does sound like a beautiful sight. I’d like to see what the view is like on board a ship. Maybe not in a storm, mind, but I would like to see the sea. I’ve heard that it looks like gold glittering on the horizon when the sun hits it and at night the dark waves glitter silver. Is that true? I’ve never been anywhere near the sea to be honest.”

"Oh, but it's not quite fair if I do all the talking. I'm sorry to say I don't know much about The South, I'm restricted by what little knowledge reaches the Isles. So, if you would be so kind as to tell me, Lady Ilene, what kind of exciting life do you lead?"

Ilene chuckled at the lord. “Then we have much to learn from each other, Lord Howell. I’ll teach you about the South and you can teach me about the Misty Isles. But really, my life isn’t all that exciting. Farming is our staple and that is what we mostly deal with. We do a lot of trades and such so it is interesting to see the strangers that come by. The most exciting thing about the South is the forest if you want to explore it. The South is quiet and peaceful. Elliot often refers to it as ‘boring’,” she chuckled. Maybe getting close to Howell would be a good thing. Since he did live in the Misty Isles, maybe they could open some sort of trade route. A partnership could be a good thing. If ever there was a war they’d have an ally to turn to if nothing else.

And that is when the dance ended, signaling the switch. Ilene gave a courtesy to Howell then. “I look forward to the chance to learn more about you and your Misty Isles,” she smiled. She extended her hand out to her new dance partner then.

“Lord Jonathan,” she greeted with a nod of her head.

"You are a sight fit for the Gods, Lady Ilene," Jonathan began

"Thank you. You are not too bad yourself," she said with a little smile. "Though I suppose saying that we are beautiful is going to be the headline for all of these dances. Good for the ego if nothing else. Why don't you tell me something interesting about yourself?" she asked then.

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Seraphina almost snorted when Avery said, “I agree.” Of course he would. He seemed too kind to turn any ladies words down. She pondered this as he continued. “Appearance shouldn’t count so much. Our deeds speak far louder and longer than our outer shells. As for changes and true loves, I don’t think we’ll find true love by pursuing it by force. With everyone here pursuing each other in the hopes of ‘winning’, it will amount to more ‘losing’ and pushing away what is real. Love should flow naturally, if it is there. A friendship can be far more valuable than a romance in strange situations like these.”

Seraphina almost sighed. While what he was saying could be seen as quite noble, she couldn’t follow his words. Seraphina wasn't here seeking love, she was seeking power and would do anything to get it. The soon-to-be-King was going to be hers, he had to be. Seraphina had spent too much of her life wedged between Rosalyn’s shadow and Aurora’s childishness. Rhaegar would be her husband, and she would crush any girl in her way.

Before she could say anything else to the man, the music queued them to change partners. Avery dropped into a bow. “Have a good evening, Lady Seraphina. If there is love here, I do hope you find it in one of these suitors.” She sighed and mentally rolled her eyes. Would there be anyone here that understood love wasn't worth it?

Next to be her partner was none other than the future King’s brother. He was rather handsome too, especially that she saw him up close. She wondered briefly if sharing a bed with him would ruin her plans to wed his brother and decided to think about it at a more opportune time. “My lady Seraphina, you are without a doubt stunning this evening.” He said as he bowed to her and kissed her hand.

Seraphina smiled softly and curtsied as any lady should. “Prince Castillon, what a pleasure
 Though from the looks of that fake smile, you are having just as much fun as I am.” She chuckled. “Appearances are quite a hinderance. Especially in front of family.” She teased lightly and got into the position to dance with him.





Sylva avoided being stepped on by the pirate-boy’s clumsiness while listening to him talk. “It’s a myth that we never walk on land, and not a very intelligent one at that. After all, one cannot always look after an entire island from afar.”

Sylva sighed and looked at him with her cold face. “I pity the land you walk upon. Maybe one day you will do the earth a favour and stop walking entirely.”

Whether he heard her or not didnt matter because what he said next made her livid. ”But your lot would know plenty about myths, right?” He grinned at her, knowing well that he was touching upon a forbidden topic. She made sure to keep her appearance in check, making it known that what he said didnt affect her, but when she spoke her voice was as sharp as the most fearsome sword.

“I would hold your tongue, pirate, else wise you may wake up one morning to find that it has gone missing.” She hissed. The music changed and it was time to change partners. Sylva laughed softly and gave him a big, pleasant smile before changing to the next partner. She looked over at Sylas, hopping to catch his eyes. She knew that if he could just see her, he would know something was wrong. They had that kind of connection. She would have to tell him about the threat later on. For now, she was concerned with the new oaf in front of her.

“Good evening, Lady Sylva. You look very beautiful tonight. I do hope you are enjoying the dancing thus far?” he asked her innocently. His hands were rough from farming and the texture was much different from her brothers. Until the ball, she hadn’t truly been around, or touched, this many men. It was odd finding differences in the men. Lord Avery, the man before her, was the complete opposite of her brother. Light haired, kind face, pleasant demeanour.

It disgusted her, yet she tried to keep her appearances as best as she could. Causing problems for her brother and making more enemies would get them nowhere.

“Thank you, Lord Avery. You also look
 quite fetching.” She said and curtsied before beginning to dance with him. She had nothing in common with this boy, so it would be quite interesting to see what small talk he would come up with.




When Rosalyn had been brought to the castle, she really hadn’t expected herself to be having any fun or making any friends. Of course, she couldn’t say if she truly considered Jonah a friend, but he certainly was fun at the very least.

”The best advice I've ever receive tumbled from the lips of a woman, I trust her words more than my own." He said. Rosalyn hummed in curiosity, wondering what kind of woman would give him advice. He seemed like quite the flirt, and thus she knew that the woman he talked about could be anywhere in the world.

"I will say, though, My Lady, A mysterious woman such as yourself, tend to arouse curiosity. Though your advice is sound, I'm sure, you should know it will be very difficult to heed. Especially when the mystery dances just out of my reach.” He said, and Rosalyn found herself laughing again at how ridiculous he was. She could only hope that other people were half as interesting as he was. If so, things might become more interesting. She was about to say something when he pulled her closer to him, gently resting against his chest. Most girls would gasp and blush, but Rosalyn just found herself laughing. What an interesting man. "It would make any man risk an arrow to solve it.”

With that, the song ended and Jonah swept back from his hold on her, bowing and kissing her hand. ”We should hunt together, I imagine it would be great fun, I will be sure to wear my armor, should there be any stray arrows flying my way." He said and spun her out of his arms and into the next man in line. Rosalyn laughed and watched him strutting away. Well, if anything, she had found herself a hunting partner. She wondered how long that would last though, when her plans unravelled.

Next in line to dance with her was a boy with some of the longest hair in the room. He looked as though he was a tad younger than her and she recognized him as Elliot Thatcher. “Ah, Lady Rosalyn, it is an honor,” He started and gave her a low bow as he took her hand in his own. He kissed her skin and smiled brightly at her.

“My lady, forgive me if I am being rude but it is not often to see a woman so well-trained with a weapon. I do hope the reason behind your training was a simple desire and eagerness to learn it, and not one of dire necessity. I hope to see you in your element one of these days.” He said, and Rosalyn realized he must have also felt her rough fingers. She dwelled on his words for a moment; why had she learned to shoot a bow? Desire or necessity? At first, it had been necessity. She needed to learn how to defend herself. The desire came soon after she realized she had an aptitude for the bow and rather enjoyed it. Of course, these were things she could not tell him.

“A weapon? And what, may I ask, makes you believe that it is a weapon I wield instead of a trade? I know many a women with rough fingers due to cooking and needle work.” She said as she curtsied and began to dance with him. “What about me says that I would know how to wield a weapon? I am just an innocent lady of course.”




Aurora was pondering whether what she had said was too odd for Frederick to handle, as it wouldn't be the first time her words had confused and turned those away from her. Most men, or really people in general, find her a bit weird. She could understand why; even she knew that she had a unique way of being. Nevertheless, she was pleasantly surprised when the man almost agreed with her.

"Not at all, in a sense it is true.” He said, ”I suppose it depends on the person, and why they're drinking." Aurora nodded. She supposed she would try drinking sometime, maybe even that summer. It would be an interesting experience to say the least.

The music slowly faded, thus marking the end of their dance. "It would appear our time has come to an end, ’tis a shame, I was rather enjoying the discussion." He said and bowed, letting go of her. She had found it rather enjoyable too. "It was a pleasure to have danced with you, lady Aurora, hopefully we shall see more of each other over the Summer.” Aurora smiled and curtsied. He was very kind, it seemed. She wouldn’t mind speaking to him more. He seemed to have experienced things she would find interesting to learn about.

Her next partner was her sisters previous one; Jonathan Allyrion. Tall, dark, handsome. He was sure to sweep someone off their feet, and with one look to her sister’s unusually cheery eyes, Aurora knew this man was one of the good ones. It took a miracle to actually make her older sister cheer up. She watched his face as he peered past her at first, looking over at the Princess, and Aurora giggled softly. She could see right through him, to the butterflies flying around in his stomach. A few moments later he seemed to snap out of his dreamy state and focus on her.

"My lady, Aurora.” The man said as he came up to her, clearing his head from his prior thoughts. He bowed and kissed her hand softly. “Such a fitting name, It reminds me of the lights that dance in the sky in the North. Might I have this dance?”

Aurora nodded to him and rested her hands in the right places. “Of course you may, Lord Jonah.” He was much taller than her, and lankier than most men, so it felt rather funny to her that she would dance with him. It was like a small fairy was dancing with a giant. Instead of telling this to him, she focused on his prior comment.

“My Father once told me that I was named after the night skies lights. He said that my Mother wanted me to be just as bright and beautiful as them one day
 So they named me after it.” She grinned. “I have never seen the lights myself though, as I rarely left the Riverlands.”

They spun around to the music and Aurora looked at him curiously, “I must ask, Lord Jonah. Why did you not go to her? I am not the one you want to be dancing with right now. I can tell, I’m very perceptive.” She said bluntly. “The Princess is very beautiful, but that should not deter you or make you nervous. If you are smart enough to make even my older sister laugh, you can make the Princess smile as well.”




The subtle harshness in the words dug deep. But he keep the smile upon his face and let his hand finally rest upon hers. His gaze fell as he hesitated before speaking in a hushed tone. ”Would it be too forward of me to say because I missed you terribly?”

He finally looked back up and met that gaze of hers that made him fall in love those many years ago. Magnus made sure to do nothing to draw attention their way, he didn’t want scandal or to disgrace Elizabeth. ”I know I shouldn’t speak of such things,” he concluded as he continued to lead her about the ballroom.

Magnus remained silent for a long while until they stood on the far end of the room where no one lingered and their voices could not travel. He kept his gaze forward, fixated on his children’s merriment but he spoke towards her, his hand lightly grasping hers tighter. ”I’d be lying if I said my heart did not yearn for you every waking moment since the day you left.”

Elizabeth felt like she was on the verge of fainting due to the anxiety. Why had this man decided to do this to her? She had just hoped to quietly co-exist with him during the summer, never getting close enough to even talk. With their past, it was dangerous for them to even be speaking to one another, much less walking together arm-in-arm. What could he want from her?

”Would it be too forward of me to say because I missed you terribly?” Magnus said. Elizabeth’s legs felt terribly weak in that moment and she had to stop herself from tumbling down as they walked. Those words hit her heart deep. It felt like old scars on her heart were being reopened. Their eyes met, and for a moment she saw him as he was when they were young and in love. He still had those same eyes.

”I know I shouldn’t speak of such things,” He said to her after her long silence, and he slowly lead her to a more quiet corner of the room where they could speak and not draw any attention to themselves. They watched their children spinning around the room with their partners. It all reminded her of when she had spent her own time in the castle. She had been so young and gullible.

”I’d be lying if I said my heart did not yearn for you every waking moment since the day you left.” His warm hand was on hers, gripping her tighter, and Elizabeth felt her knees shake beneath her dress. She was a strong woman when it came to most foes or enemies, but this man had a way of unhinging her with just a single glance.

Tears threatened to spring forth, just as her emotions that had been so well kept all of the years were unlocked and came pouring out. Elizabeth spoke so quietly, it was barely a whisper and she wasn’t sure if he would hear her. “You know it was not I that left you
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They had been in love. So deeply in love. Elizabeth had thought her and Magnus would be together for ever and have the type of life that you only heard in stories. He would be a great ruler, and she would be beside him helping him through all the hardships. It would have been perfect, if it had not been ruined.

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Ilene was smiling at the young lord Chambers as they prepared to start their round of dancing. The man opened his mouth to say something to her question but then a sudden wind erupted and the lights were snuffed out in seconds. Ilene gasped and probably clung to the lord's hand tighter than she should, but she knew immediately something was wrong. Lights going out like that was not something normal and in this crowd of people, it was hard to see anything, and even if you did, everyone just looked like shadows. She couldn't quite tell who was who yet. She blinked furiously trying to get her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. None of them had weapons except the guards so it was terrifying. She wanted to be close to her bothers and parents. Were they okay? Where were they in this darkness?

She heard a rustle of movement and whipped her head around trying to find where exactly the noise was coming from but it was too late. Johnathan was quick but he wasn't quick enough as he tried to move her out of harm's way. Ilene stumbled confused but the questioning gaze turned to one of horror as Johnathan began to fall forward, blood seeping out of his mouth as one hand dropped from her should to rest where a sword was protruding from his abdomen. The sword twisted before withdrawing and as the fallen lord began to slump forward, Ilene screamed, echoing another scream in the room. It turned the ballroom into a frenzy of activity as panic and fear began to rise. People wanted to get out of the ball room but it was so hard to see where the danger was. Ilene stumbled with Johnathan's weight and they tumbled to the ground. Ilene clutched the man who had saved her life close and raised the other to try and protect herself but the murderer had vanished into the darkness.

"Father! Avery! Elliot!" She called and gently laid Johnathan down on the ground and tried to scramble away. The murderer could be anywhere near her. She needed to get away from the spot where the assassin had struck. With the darkness around them, she bumped into a few people and ended up stumbling when she tried to get up, her foot stepping on the front of her dress and pulled herself back down.
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Avery wasn't sure what he should say around Sylva. He kept staring at her eyes though. "Your eyes are absolutely stunning," he murmured softly. He cleared his throat then, trying to think of another topic to discuss. He didn't want to talk about the ball or why they were all doing here. He had that discussion already and really, with each lady he wanted to discuss something different and get to know them. All of this just felt off however. It wasn't really all that natural and the only thing he could think of was the ball. Was he really so dull to not be able to think of some common chatter? The ball and farming and he highly doubted the woman before me wanted to talk about farming. "Did you see anything interesting on your travels?" he asked.

Before she could respond, everything changed. As soon as the lights went out, Avery tensed and like many of the other men, he pulled Sylva behind him to protect her from any oncoming danger. He'd trained how to fight blinded so he called upon his training now and closed his eyes trying to map out where everyone was and sense any oncoming danger. He didn't feel anything coming towards them but then he heard the screams, his sister calling for him. He couldn't let anything happen to his sister. "Stay where you are!" he called back to her and glanced a round trying to figure out what he could use as a weapon. He hated the rule that they had to leave their weapons out of the ball even more. He took Sylva's hand then and rushed to the table. He wasn't about to leave Sylva unattended to get hurt. He grabbed a carving knife off the table and rushed to where his sister had screamed and found her on the ground, trying to avoid being stepped on. Even if people avoided her, they stepped on her dress, constantly preventing her from getting up to her feet. Another point against long trailing gowns.

From behind her, his father and mother appeared and finally helped her up to her feet. She clung to them and sobbed. Avery looked closer and quickly spotted the dark splotches on her dress. He took her hand and saw the evidence of blood. "Are you injured?"

Ilene shook her head. "N-no. This is... it... Johnathan.. he saved me," she answered and pointed at Lord Johnathan's body.

Avery looked over and sighed. Johnathan Chambers. He let go of Sylva then and looked over at her. "You'll be safe with us until things settle," he promised her before he moved over to Johnathan and slowly pulled him away from the dance floor so he wasn't stepped on or tripped over. That would just cause more chaos. The question now was, where the hell was Elliot? Was he okay? He wanted to look for him but he had to stay and protect his parents, Ilene, and Sylva. "Back into a wall so whoever is doing this can't get behind us," he instructed.

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“A weapon? And what, may I ask, makes you believe that it is a weapon I wield instead of a trade? I know many a women with rough fingers due to cooking and needle work. What about me says that I would know how to wield a weapon? I am just an innocent lady of course.”

Ooh, Elliot liked her. He grinned as he rested his hand lightly on her hip and began to lead her in the beginning of the dance, watching her movements. "You have a point but-" well the conversation was going to have to wait for later. He stopped dancing when the lights went out. He pulled back so neither was compromised in each other's arms and tensed. He narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze trying to find a hint of what may be going on. He heard the scream then and his eyes widened. "Ilene!" he gasped. He started to rush forward with his dance partner in toe but stopped abruptly when he heard his brother. He'd get to her faster. She'd be safe in his brother's protection. His head whipped around again trying to think about what he could do to get the upper hand here.

He grabbed a servant that tried to skitter passed him. The young thing squealed and coward as if from a strike. "The chandeliers, go get help and relight them so we can see," he instructed. The maid nodded and hurried away when Elliot let her go. Elliot turned to Rosalyn then. [color=#551A8B]"Get under the table, you'll be safer there."