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Prudentius Diamond
(Diamonds Kingdom) Metal brushed against each other, the harsh sounds of their continuous contact filling an over-sized hall. Tapestries depicted past events, stories of victories and losses alike lied against white stone walls where watercolor reflections moved across their surfaces. The bodies stood at horizontal angles, a foot moved forwards, solid against the ground but not yet made of led. His blade looked downwards, arm extended, the edge made for cutting facing the flank. On one side a display of tension began to bubble. His enemies swift movements were far from being amateur, or rusty like he had earlier claimed. A wicked smile twisted across the antagonist's features, he was enjoying this.
Outside the sky's snow was being pulled towards ground, the people of the North were no strangers to the callous weather. They bundled in thick coats made from the region's beasts, ones without such luxuries covered themselves in as much cloth as they could afford. The castle itself sat in the center of it all, it's walls almost as white as the frost itself, and bright red flags contrasted against it - a proud display of the Coat of Diamonds. Behind thick crimson curtains we find a woman dressed in an elaborate uniform, the white of her dress going against the red apron the dwindled into intricate lace, cascading off the edge of the ensemble. Her hand held a letter, and her eyes held the twinkle of excitement.
"My lord." Her words echoed across the hall, her figure standing between open sculptured doors. A sword stopped an inch away from the opponent, their eyes glued to the tip, his on the girl. The blade lowered and the older man breathed out in relief, letting his shoulders relax, his arm and blade lower. His rival cheekily hit his side with his sword, the harmless practice weapon doing no damage, only bringing surprise and irritation to the unsuspecting victim. The girl's lips pursed, curled into a small smile as a young man dressed in a brilliant red and white suit walked her way, his own eyes flickering with bright emotions as well.
Prudentius Diamond wrapped an arm around her shoulder, the prince had a few inches on her, making it easy for him to brush his lips against her cheek. She giggled and pushed the post into his free hand, the other being preoccupied with her strawberry blonde hair. "What is this, my dear?" He held the post at a distance, examining the red, wax diamond shaped seal on it between two thin fingers. The woman beside him pressed her lips together, their painted crimson color matching well with her porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. She knew her prince didn't expect and answer, it was proven so when he ripped open the seal, his dark brown eyes traveling across the borderline artistic written words.
"We hope to see you there. I, myself, am looking forward to meeting you very soon." Prudence's arm slid off and away from his maid, instead using his right hand to trace over the letters. "Sincerely, D.L." His fingers rubbed against his chin as his mind pondered what had been suggested of him. Who was this D.L. fellow? Had he met them somewhere before, in the past? It was clear to him that the mystery person had some form of power, or riches, even both. Even so, his mind held no such records of such a person. Then again, he didn't remember everyone's name. There was a blur of people that he had come in contact with from his several grand parties that he had thrown, surely he couldn't memorize half their names, let alone all.
A laugh escaped from him, and the letter was pocketed. "It appears that I will be the guest of a marvelous gathering, where not only I will be present, but the remaining three rulers of our land will be attending as well." He stepped forward and twirled, spinning until he was facing the messenger once again. "Is it not simply the best news you have heard all day?" The woman shared his smile, but the forgotten man behind them shook his head in disapproval, walking up to the servant and her master. "Do you really think it to be wise, my lord?" Prudence frowned and turned around, crossing his arms in front of him not unlike a rotten child. The man seemed to notice the look in prince's eyes and the dangerous rage boiling beneath them. He backed down, knowing that it wasn't cautious enough of him to speak so boldly. As for the maid, her expression quickly turned nervous, as their ruler was more than temperamental, even the smallest of offenses could cause him to lash out.
"I'm only requesting for you to be weary, my lord." Just like the Prudence's smile returned, his body approaching his other servant until they were standing toe-to-toe, and he reached upwards and placed a kiss on his cheek as well. "It'll tread carefully, and bring with me my best guards." A finger reached upwards and quickly bopped the man on the nose. "Like you." He took a few backwards paces before facing the doorway once again, leading the way out of the fencing room and into a corridor lined with paintings. "Besides," He paused at the bottom of a stairway as a chuckle escaped his lips. Fingertips traced down the center of the railing, trailing over the groves. "Only fools assume I cannot kill if I'm unarmed. If the party turns sour, I will show you my ability to take care of myself."
He glanced backwards towards his servants, who looked at him with knowing fondness, having long forgotten their fear and anger. "Let us have some fun." Without another word he ascended up the staircase, his white shoes barely making a sound against the thin rug that covered the center, dyed to further pull together the color pattern of red and white that he was so fond of. White to represent the snow, innocence and purity. Red to remind those of blood, anger, and desire. The news had arose a feeling of elation in him, the emotion ran through his veins, burned inside of him and the castle was soon filled with the sound of giggling. He could no longer contain his joy; for it was such a high degree of delight, gaiety, and mirth that was brought down upon him. The event couldn't come soon enough.
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