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The clock struck a powerful chime as Peter finished securing the black tie around his neck, his mask adjusted over his face so that it covered his dark eyes. It was nearly time for the ball, the ball where his fate would change all in one night. For tonight he would meet his betrothed, or at least he hoped to one could never with these intricate masks covering their face. He didn't even known what she looked like, a portrait had never even been sent over from her home country so he was a blind man going into tonight. That was the shame about being betrothed since childhood, he hardly knew the woman he was about to marry. The prince sighed as he ran his fingers through his tawny hair one last time before exiting his room. He could hear the distant strains of music of as he made his way down the hall lit softly with candles to create a more romantic mood. Guests had already been arriving as he made his way out to the ballroom, the room ablaze with vivid colors of chiffon and lace all together mixed in with the darker suits.
He accepted a glass of champagne as he patiently waited for his betrothed to show, certainly she would at least recognize him for he had sent a portrait to her months ago. His dark pools scanned the room for his younger brother but he was nowhere to be found or at least not from what Peter could see plus the masks created a aura of mystery around everyone here tonight. He drained the last of the crystal glass the bubbles creating a warmth in the pit of his stomach. He had definitely needed that to quench his nerves. The prince stood near the marble staircase his eyes scanning the dancers for any sign of his betrothed to approach.
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The feminine's heart beat loudly in her chest as the carriage rolled over a deep rut in the dusty road. They were nearly at the destination by now. The hours of in the carriage had caused her anxiety to grow more and more by the passing hour, but who wouldn't be anxious due the fact that she was meeting her future husband in mere minutes. She patted her raven locks which had expertly been constructed into a intricate updo laced with small crystals that seemed to wink in the moonlight. Her hand cradled the last letter she had received from her betrothed, in writing he seemed like a kind man but letters could be deceiving. She would have to see for herself what kind of man her betrothed truly and she hoped with all her heart that he wasn't a wicked one. The fae had often heard of many tales of arranged marriages turned tumultuous, the husband and wife lashing out at each in fits of rage. She shivered hoping that this mysterious prince would be nothing like that. The carriage rolled to a stop, and with shaking hands Violet pulled aside the rich velvet curtains to reveal the magnificent castle that lay before her glittering like a jewel in the light. She quickly slipped the letter she had been reading in the pocket of her dress as one of the footmen opened the door for her.
The palace lay before her looming so tall that it seemed it would reach the stars in the dark twilight, the feminine paused to adjust her silver mask. It seemed quite odd to have a masquerade ball where everyone's identities were hidden when her betrothed's identity had been hidden from her for so long. Then again she would obey his customs and try not to draw too much attention to herself. The midnight blue dressed hugged her waist and hung loose around her shoulders, the only piece of jewelry on her was a necklace containing a single diamond. She had chosen to forgo her tiara tonight as to keep her identity a secret from the rest of the guests at the ball. She gathered her skirts in her hands as she made her way up the stone steps which were lit only by the full moon. She could hear the soft strains of a waltz being played as she came up to the massive gold doors, the guards pulling them open as she approached. A rush of warm air hit her chilled skin as she made her way into the extravagant ballroom, the candles creating a softer mood as couples massed on the dance floor dancing to a light waltz. She scanned the crowd for her betrothed but then realized she had no idea what his appearance might be, the portrait she should had received had never arrived at her home palace. The fae sighed softly as she made her way to the edge of the ballroom, the masks seeming to blur together so that every man looked exactly the same. This was definitely going to be harder than she had originally planned.
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It's cool. Take your time. :)
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The Prince's eyes continued to scan the crowd until his eyes landed on his on brother chatting up a maiden in a pretty blue dress. It was so like his brother to ask every girl that walked through the door to dance and it probably wasn't always out of the kindness of his heart. He smiled a bit thinking of his brother causing a ruckus at the party, he knew his brother loathed these stuffy ballroom parties but could never resist the chance to cause a little mischief. The Prince straightened his tie once more watching one waltz go into the next. This night would be a very long one indeed if his betrothed decided not to show which would certainly be disappointing since he had certainly wanted to meet her. He had all but given up hope when a young woman waded through the crowds to where he was standing. Her dress and mask a brilliant green that seemed to bring out her dark eyes that were not so unlike his own. He gave a light smile as she gave a little bow as she approached her dress brushing the floor. "No, not quite. But it seems I am in solitude no longer as to the fact that you are here. I was afraid you wouldn't show," he said with a brilliant smile clearly thinking that this was indeed his betrothed. Little did he know that things were far from what they seemed. "Would you care to dance?" the prince asked holding out his hand as another song started, its melodious notes calling him to the gleaming dance floor.
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She was about to blend more into the backdrop when a young man approached her. The fae looked up at him her dark eyes meeting his, "I'm afraid I am little lost, you see I'm actually looking for someone," she stated hoping this kind man could point her in the direction of her betrothed. She tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear as she listened to him speak her dark brows raising at the mention that he lived here. So she had found him, perhaps fate had intended it that way. "Your home?" she echoed softly. "Then you must be the one I was looking for," the feminine stated with a soft smile feeling her cheeks become warm as she realized who this man was. Her fingers brushed the letter in the pocket of her dress, perhaps she would show it to him later. All the letters they had sent to each other over the months, she had kept them all. Although it was a little odd of her, she would sometimes read as not to forget the Prince she would be meeting. She could hardly believe that after months of corresponding only through written words, now she could finally meet her betrothed in the flesh. From what she could tell he seemed like the man she had imagined in the letter but she couldn't exactly tell yet since they had barely spoken but a few words to each other.
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Peter led her to the dance floor their hands entwined as a traditional waltz began to play. The crowd moved ever so slightly to allow the crown prince and the fair maiden to dance without worry of bumping into someone. The candles cast intricate shadows on the wall as he spun her around the marble floor. She seemed different from the conceited princess had been imagining while he dutifully wrote letters back to her although nothing could could compare to meeting in person. His dark eyes turned to her, she seemed stand out from the rest of the crowd and it was not just because of the rich shade of her dress. No, there was something different about her but in a good way. "So tell me a little more about yourself," he said with a gentle smile, through their correspondence of letters he had only learned tiny fragments of her life at home and he was eager to learn. Talking to someone face to face was always the best way to find out about a person rather than through practiced letters were words sometimes seemed rough and stilted.
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"Yes, the garden sounds lovely. Your'e right about all the people in here, and the heat in stifling. And to think I haven't even danced yet," said Viole with a light laugh as she began walking towards the glass doors where the garden lay beyond. She stepped outside the cool breeze on her face feeling like pure bliss compared to the heat of the ballroom. The fae descended down the stone stairs to where the dirt path of the garden began, the scent of fresh roses filling the blissfully cool air. The garden appeared to be lit for the occasion with lanterns lighting the paths, their lights winking like stars at twilight among the rich foliage. The soft strains of the music could be hard from the ballroom upstairs as Violet sank down on one of the stone benches. "So what is life like here, I'm assuming it is not as glamorous as this extravagant ball or is it?" she said a smile gracing her ruby lips. This man intrigued her, he seemed rather different from how she had imagined him in her letters but then again no one really wrote as their true selves in letters did they. She lifted her mask from her face to allow the night air to cool her slightly flushed face. She knew that by taking off her mask she was revealing her true identity well at least that was what she thought she was doing. Then again she was with the man she had been looking for so what was the point of secrets and hidden identities now.
(Apologies for the fairly short posts, finals turned my brain into cotton candy fluff. XD)
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That's totally fine! Sorry about bumping the thread so much I just have a ton of muse and just a few threads XD. Tomorrow is my last day of finals too! Thank goodness for winter break. I'll probably try to reply tomorrow. Good luck on your finals!
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(I'm sorry about your busy work schedule. Sadly I'm a slacker and don't have a job yet so I can't relate much to having a job. XD At least it is winter break)
He smiled as she stumbled a bit amid the dance steps. "It's fine, I'm not the best dancer either seeing that these balls aren't held very often for me to practice," the prince said with a light chuckle as he turned his gaze on her to listen to her story. "Your life isn't exciting? Well come now a pretty girl like you must have had all sorts of stories and adventures," he said teasingly as he spun her once again the waltz nearly drawing to a close. He considered the comment she had made about the masquerade ball, "Yes, I do suppose that is the point to keep one's identity secret at a masquerade but I believe that every always wears a mask when they come to these ball and not the mask you can see," he stated a slightly bitter tone coloring his voice. Sometimes he wished he could walk away from it all and not have the weight of the future crown on his head. He envied his brother that he seemed to have all the freedom while Peter himself always seemed to be chained to his royal duties as future heir to the throne. Gloomy thoughts permeated Peter's head and he snapped back into reality just as the waltz ended. He led the maiden off the dancefloor as couples moved to fill the space he had left empty. "It's quite warm in this ballroom. Would you care to take a walk in the gardens and escape all of this noise?" he said offering his hand out to her.
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"Your perception of normal probably is very odd to most people," the feminine said with a teasing smile. She ran her fingers through her dark locks, the curls that were expertly pinned came loose to frame her flushed face. She looked back up at the man only to see a sudden look of surprise on his face and it seemed it was no laughing matter. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" she said taking a sharp intake of breath her eyes filled with worry as she peered at his shocked face. She could hardly contain her shock when he addressed as her true title. "Princess? Why the formality so suddenly? I am your betrothed after all," said the fae the worry in her dark pools now replaced with confusion. It seemed like the moment she had taken off her mask his whole demeanor had changed. Had he not realized it was her? Perhaps he had never bothered to look at the portrait? Worries filled her head as she waited for answers. Why had things changed so suddenly?
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"Allowed to do that? Why of course, it's only a walk in the garden. It's not like we're going to wreak havoc on the rosebushes," he said with a laugh as he led her outside to the stone balcony, the garden below them. The prince inhaled the clean crisp air as he rested his hands on the rough stone of the wide balcony that wrapped around the palace. The lights of the lanterns winked in the distance creating a softer mood. He had to give credit the palace staff they decorated splendidly. "Well now that we are away from everyone else I suppose we can take off our masks. These blasted things are stifling from when you wear them all night," he said carefully slipping the black mask from his face, his forehead beaded with perspiration where the mask previously rested. "Your turn. Or would you rather not have me see the mystery girl behind the mask?" he said teasingly as he alluded to their previous conversation. After she took off her mask this would be the very first time he had actually seen his betrothed's face in the flesh. He had never received a portrait to actually see for himself what she truly looked like. The secrecy had been nice for a while not to judge someone based off their appearance but as the ball had come closer he began to wonder what she looked like. It was quite sad that in this day and age people were betrothed before they knew anything about the person they were going to marry. He had only heard stories of people that married for love, everyone he grew up around with all had their marriages arranged. The prince personally decided that he should like to marry for love that way it wasn't just a stiff marriage all out of duty for country. But that was probably not to be since he had been betrothed to this girl as a child yet he hardly knew who she was. Perhaps he would find out more about her tonight other than the few details that she wrote in her letters.
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Her posture immediately relaxed when he explained the situation but something about the way he had recovered so quickly seemed odd. But she decided to brush it off, she was here to get to know her betrothed not question the true morals of a simple conversation. "It's fine," said Dahlia as she took his hand letting him lead her down the path to where the fragrant rose bushes lie. "The kingdom, well from what I've seen of it it's beautiful. It very different from where I came from but in a good way," the fae stated with a gentle smile. "As for the travels, let's just say I'm glad I won't be sitting in a carriage for days on end for a while," she said for the first time realizing how exhausted she was from her travels. She would be grateful to sleep in an actual bed tonight instead of the creaky wooden beds in the inn she had stayed. Her eyes glanced at the prince realizing he still had yet to take off his mask even though she already had. Maybe he enjoyed that sense of mystery of not fully revealing his identity. She could hear a fountain bubbling in the distance as she paused to inhale the fragrant scents of the flowers. She turned back towards the Prince, "I do remember you promised me a dance," she said teasingly as her dark pools met his. The faint strains of music could still be heard from the palace.
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