A Thousand Shining Stars ♥ Night of the Masquerade

Calliopie almost gasped before he kissed her back. The first real kiss she had ever received seemed to be a lot better than she thought it would be. People in the ballroom were dancing and at the same time, she was doing the same in her mind. Carefully, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug, before the kiss ended.
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"I wasn't trying to trick you or anything…" Her face was red (and she knew it), but she shyly tucked some of her hair behind her ear and smiled. The festivities inside looked like fun, and she glanced at the people inside. That had been her first kiss, and she was excited that it actually happened. Sighing happily, she rested her head against his shoulder and pointed at the ball.
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"We should join them, don't you think?" She asked, preparing to put her mask back on.
 
She bit her lip briefly as he spoke. Already she had driven this perfectly nice - and charming, and probably attractive under that mask... - man away. It was a common occurrence, however, and she knew it was her own fault. She was not what men tended to want: outspoken yet secretive, and cold to romantic advances. The combination was suitable for a Pillar, not a woman. But what choice did she have?

He gave a promise he would return, but she wasn't sure she believed it. Promises were empty things to Emeline - easy to make, easier to break.

"Yes, yes," she said, a little dismissively. "You will need to ask a servant for directions." She was prepared to walk on, distract herself from the disappointment by burying herself in the task at hand...

And then, from out of nowhere, a burst of hope from within her made her add, "I will wait here."

Why on earth did she say that?
 
He was lost for a second, no a moment for who know how much time passes in love's first kiss? He was sure of it not he was falling for her.


"So long as you promise you're going inside to have fun and not to leave me for 'duty'" Ferius teased feeling bold enough after the kiss to brush his hand against her warm cheek before picking up the accursed helmet he was saddles with for a mask and taking Calliope's hand gently in his other to lead her back towards the ball. "Though its a shame to see your face once again hidden from me, I hope to be overwhelmed by its beauty again before too long."
 
[Felicia with Mason and then Felicia alone.]

As Prince Ferius led Princess Calliope to the ballroom for a dance, the sky outside was illuminated with stars like never before. Many of the common stars shone brightly, while newer clusters of constellations appeared. The night sky was ablaze with light, although the air was humid with ominousness.
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Felicia realized that she was being a little over the top with her excitement and sighed to calm herself down. "Here in Deceptia, it is," she smiled politely, thinly veiling the lie she'd just fabricated. Jonathan would have her head if she'd admitted something that gave away who they were. As the dance ended, Felicia pulled away from Mason with a curtsy, "Please excuse me," she murmured. Something was off, Felicia realized as she strode through the ballroom, looking around at the masked faces. She was sensing some kind of odd feeling; something similar to what she felt when Jonathan used his magical talents, but not quite the same. She stopped by a pillar nearer to the main entrance, placing her palm against her with a sigh. Even if I do find the magic user, what will I say? She wondered, realizing that there was not much that she could think of in response. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the aromatic air of the ballroom as the servants scurried in with more food, delicacies from around the continent. Felicia found herself following the scents to where the food was. She wasn't hungry, but as she picked up a small roll and skirted to a corner to eat it, she found herself thinking of the odd feeling again.

What if that someone knows who we are...What if that person is the same as us, with these powers, but no memories of our pasts...What if... Felicia's thoughts wandered and she stopped herself, leaning against the wall and finishing the roll. It was sweet on the inside, filled with a strawberry paste that she would have otherwise found delicious, but right now her mind was elsewhere.

Felicia sighed again as a servant came to take away her empty plate. There's no use moping around, Felicia Fay. You're at the masquerade ball of the century! What are you doing sighing in a corner? In an attempt to cheer herself up, Felicia figured she'd look for another dancing partner. Maybe she'd find a charming prince that would fall in love with her. She smiled slightly. She needed to remember where she was. She'd gone through a lot to convince Jonathan to let her come so she simply had to enjoy herself. She drifted towards the crowd slowly, wondering who she should dance with next.

The important thing is that if that person is here, I'll find them eventually. If I dwell on it too much, it won't make any difference anyway.
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Meanwhile, as Felicia composed herself, yet another guest entered through the front doors. She was a a young woman, with long blonde hair that fell in wispy curls below her shoulders. Her mask consisted of bright flowers entwined by their stems and she wore a golden dress, fluffed and regal like one of true royalty. The way she walked emitted an air of dignity that few in the ballroom could match. And as she entered, many were stunned by her beauty.
 
[Prince Christoph with Pillar Emeline]

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Christoph had smiled and taken Emeline's hand, giving it the gentlest of brushes against his lips. The words that came from his mouth, he did not know even know of their origin but he had promised to come back to where she was waiting. He did not know what to feel - it was foolish to decide that she was his match simply because he had seen her, needed a dance partner, and on a whim had chosen to ask her to dance.

Consumed by his thoughts, he wandered to the edge of the chamber, seeking, in truth, the chamber he had told Emeline he was in search of finding. As he scanned the walls, he noticed a winsome young woman by herself at a table. It would look awful to Emeline if he stopped to speak with her instead of hurrying back, and he had no wish to harm Emeline since he could feel that he was genuinely fond of her mannerisms. Still, a woman so sad but so beautiful at a ball that should be a highlight of her life... he was torn.

Helplessly, he looked around for another man to escort this lady. He felt silly as he did so, was he really taking it on himself to be cupid at this affair? He could not help himself, something about her struck a chord with him and how he had been feeling not half an hour prior. To his great relief, a youth with red hair caught his eye. "Miss" he whispered quietly "hold on, just a moment!" He was terribly worried Emeline would think he had left her for good, so quickly he pushed his way through the crowd. Upon finding the man, he tapped him on the shoulder and hissed "Why don't you dance with the lovely young woman at the back table?" Before the man could turn around, Christoph was hurrying again, bustling through people once more until he could once more see Emeline and make his way calmly over to her.
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[Pillar Emeline with Prince Christoph]

During her time alone, Emeline had felt quite the fool, but justified her idleness to herself by studying the interactions of the other guests. She was looking for clues, hints in behaviour that might give her leads. Of course, unless Sybyl brought back information, Emeline couldn't act without taking more serious measures. Despite not being adverse to such actions, she always preferred to keep things civil.

Some time had passed, and Emeline considered just moving on. She would not stand there alone like some unwanted discard. In fact, she still didn't know why she had agreed to wait at all. She did not wait for anything.

Just as she turned to walk away from the table, she spotted him heading towards her, slowly, calmly. He had been telling the truth. Even with the mask hiding most of her features, shock was written all over her face, and in her tone.

"You... actually came back?" She didn't realise she had said that outloud, but she was quick to compose herself. "What kept you so long?"
 
[Pillar Tybalt returning to the ballroom.]

"Meow! I sense it again Master, I sense strong magic again!" Hector meowed in its unusually girlish sounding voice. Tybalt was about to slap the cat with one of his leather gloves until he too sensed something coming within the ballroom. "This is going to be one very interesting masquerade...." He then stepped out from the brush, this clothes seemed unaffected by the fact that he just been marching through vegetation.

"You look regal as ever, boss." Hector said, a matter of factly. "Now is not the time for your smart remarks Hector." Tybalt then draped his cape around his body and donned his mask back on that was in the shape of a cat's face. Unlike a few moments earlier when he used magic to descend from the balcony, he used the stairs. If anyone had been paying attention to his actions from before hand, it would be bye far simpler to explain that they were imagining events from the dim lighting of the castle and that it was probably one of the moon's cycles also playing with their minds. Sure, this wouldn't be very scientific sounding but in a world such as this, his theory would sound plausible enough.

He then reentered the ballroom, looking left and right...He had to make sure the being that had left the magical aura behind wouldn't notice his presence. If it did, that could spell disaster for more than just him.
 
[Princess Ellen dancing with Prince Vincent.]

And so the moment had arrived. She was about to accept when suddenly, another man had caught her attention. Without warning, he had stolen her away, dancing with her. Barely keeping up with the experienced man, she was caught up in the moment and was nervous throughout. Eventually, the unusual ordeal was over and the song had ended. Applause came from the crowd, but Ellen was rather unconvinced. And of course, the mystery man attempted to flatter her. Oh really? Are you kidding me?

"Really, sir?" Ellen questioned him.
 
[Jonathan, in the ballroom.]

What a royal ass. . .

Jonathan watched as the girl was suddenly taken out of his hands, feeling anger rise up somewhere in his chest only for it to fade moments later as he watched the two dance. What right did he have to get mad? The other was likely a true Prince unlike him. Vincent certainly danced as though he were of the lineage he descended from. Destiny had changed during that rude interruption, for who knew just exactly how the peasant boy might have danced if given more than a few mere seconds. Though he didn't know how initially unimpressed Ellen had been of him in her mind, she would likely forget all about him now. A real Prince would likely impress her far more than a false one. Jonathan couldn't risk calling attention to himself by challenging Vincent in some way regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

At the end of their dance he applauded the pair briefly, before trying to figure out from where he might walk out of the ballroom. Other guests were probably making jests at how he had been brushed aside if that hadn't completely forgotten he existed. Luckily he was not a real Prince or the shame of such an incident would have probably followed him for the rest of his life. In the form of getting teased by other nobles anyway. Once tonight was over he could just go back to being an Apprentice at a shop where no one from this Masquerade would ever show up.

But he stopped in his tracks at the sight of the newest arrival to the Ball with her long Blonde hair.
 
[Princess Calliope with Prince Ferius, to the ballroom]

Calliopie smiled as she placed the mask on her face; carefully tying the ribbon behind her head. "I'm pretty sure you'll be seeing my face again soon…" She mused as they walked back into the ballroom. "I promise…" People were dancing around the room and out of the corner of her eye; she spotted Vincent speaking with a girl. Hopefully, that would keep him occupied long enough to enjoy her time with Ferius.
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"It seems as though we have been missing all the fun..." Calliopie watched the crowd of celebrating people and stood by his side. Looking up at him cheerfully, <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1:place>Cal</st1:place></st1:State> didn't even seem shy about the fact that their fingers had been intertwined.
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"Would you like to dance, Ferius?" She asked him, moving in a little closer. Her mission still on her mind; Cal figured that she should be able to get away with a couple more dances and a bit of wine, before scouting again. Unless, he wanted her to keep him company.
 
[Princess Summer. Mason with Tybalt.]

Summer shivered slightly, something was wrong. She felt a magical presence not that she was supposed to know about those things but it was the same energy as the court magicians and those peasants she had met on in the village. It was strong but there was something dark about it, shaking her head she decided to ignore it what could she do about it anyway? i wonder where Tybalt went? if he comes back ill ask why he took off. She wondered[SIZE=-2] if she could get out of the ballroom without Mason seeing her.

Mason sighed as Felicia moved away from him i knew i couldn't pull this off im a terrible liar he wondered through the crowd of dancers searching for Summer, he spotted her sitting at a table and smiled since she was no longer dancing with Tybalt. He was about to go over and ask her to dance but he decided against it it wasn't proper, he sighed and decided to get some fresh air so he walked over to the balcony bumping into Prince Tybalt on the way. "sorry" after recognized him, he gestured to Summer "by the way buddy, you shouldn't have left her someones gonna ask her to dance real soon." "so if i were you i'd hurry up and make your move." With that he went out onto the balcony and leaned against the rail while he watched Summer. [/SIZE]
 
[Prince Ferius dancing with Princess Calliope]

Once again wearing the helmet Ferius entered the ballroom fingers laced with Calliope's with the air befitting the prince of the realm. Tonight had fast become the greatest night of his life and his spirits soared as his heart serenaded his senses. "could hardly refuse the most lovely lady at the ball." he replied light-heartedly pulling Calliope into the center of the dancefloor.

He knew most people present wouldn't know who he was, seeing that there was already a prince Ferius accounted for on top of his unusual choice of mask so being a mystery guest appealed to his dramatic side. In the wake of Vincent's and Ellen's dance the center of the floor was mostly clear leaving Ferius and Calliope room to choose their dance. Theirs was neither a spectacular nor a showy dance but rather Ferius pulled Calliope close and held her sweetly in his arms and danced slowly with her the band quickly changing tempo to match.
 
[Prince Christoph & Princess Emeline. Prince Ambrose and Felicia.]

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Christoph grinned cheerily, reaching his arm back to scratch the back of his head but thankfully, for both his dignity and his hat, he remembered the cap that had been put to conceal his long gold locks. Instead he curved his fingers around the back of his neck. In his brief stint of wandering, he had forgotten quite thoroughly why he had shuffled off in the first place and tilted his head trying to remember.

"Ah, I couldn't actually find the bathroom... I tried and I realized I'd kept you waiting" he said, dropping his arm back to his side. The clothes had stopped bothering him, for the most part, and he grew accustomed to the feel of them, but he still felt as though he were some sort of wild growing tree being bent over by a brace. Christoph then worried he might be slouching, what a bad impression! and worked to straighten his posture. All of this he hoped was oh so inconspicuous.

"Shouldn't have sent me, at this rate the only way I'm going to impress a girl is with my strength, just before I toss her over my shoulder an attempt to walk out with her" he grumbled under his breath. Louder, he spoke to Emeline again "Would you like to stop by the refreshment table and get a glass of punch, perhaps a tartlet, princess?" he said, smiling at her again in what he hoped was a winning fashion.



Ambrose was alarmed to have been poked by a man in all black, had barely caught his slurred words. He had seemed rather rough to be attending such a ball, he thought, his eyes narrowing. The men that Ambrose had been addressing were smiling politely, and he continued his story before the girl whom he assumed was intended by the fellow caught his eye. She did seem, well, quite sad for a princess attending the ball. Weren't they all supposed to be in supreme fairytale mode, falling in love at first sight, sharing first kisses with the one, waiting for his tender words with bated breath... Ambrose got lost in his train of thought, pulling himself back to the current events when one of the men coughed and excused himself.

"One moment, I will most likely be back shortly" Ambrose said, a curt bow to the other men barely halting him as he turned toward the table and put on his best smile. Realizing that his unusual share of red hair, almost like blood naturally, combined with his usual attempt at a smile, made him look rather deranged, Ambrose dropped the smile. Favoring instead a rather indulgent upturn of his lips, he worked to be as friendly seeming as possible.

"Hello, princess. I do not believe we are acquainted, but then perhaps I simply do not recognize you. Where, might I ask, is your Prince Charming of the night? You look so very lonesome".
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[Queen Prudence watching, Ferius & Calliope dancing, ballroom.]

Prudence laughed with a couple of her newly-made masked friends and sipped at her wine. She had managed to look around for her daughter, shortly before Vincent came into the room, showing off his skills. A prideful smirk came across her lips as people clapped. "Ah, my son…" She mused. Now, that was how you do it! Sooner or later, girls would be swooning over him like mad and that made her happy. Once he got married, maybe he would calm down a bit. She was growing tired of the fights between Vincent and Calliopie, as days went on. Their feud started quite early and much to her disappointment, it did not fade with age.
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The Queen's mind quickly went back to Calliopie, and biting her lip, she grumbled at the lack of her presence. Excusing herself from the guests she had been speaking to, she bustled through the crowd just as another song began. All sorts of things to say to her daughter went through her mind and once she made it close to the middle of the ballroom, she stopped right in her tracks. Maroon eyes wide, Prudence's jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight in front of her.
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Not only was her daughter dancing, she had been doing so awfully close. What if he was some riff-raff? How he had his hands on Calliopie made the queen worry like an old woman. In disbelief, she stood there and snatched a glass of wine as one of the servants passed by. Two gulps and the contents were gone. She crossed her arms and watched them; waiting for the dance to be over, so she could see just exactly who that young man was!
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Calliopie smiled at Ferius and chuckled softly. Her face started to feel a bit warm from the wine, but she was enjoying herself. She had her arms around him and enjoyed the warmth; all kinds of nice thoughts going through her mind. For once, she wasn't thinking about her mission, her pig-headed brother, or her very uptight, persnickety, mother- who was staring right at them.
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"Oh!" Nervousness hit her like a wave and she staggered on her heel for a moment. She moved gracefully enough for nobody to notice, but she quickly looked up at Ferius and tried to whisper. "Great! My mother is looking at us, Ferius…" She knew the look on that woman's face. It was a look of someone who needed an explanation and would ask more than a thousand questions to get it.
 
[Prince Ferius leaves Calliope after their dance.]

Looking into her eyes Ferius smiled, everything was right in this moment, hell he'd even walk up to her mother with Calliope in his arms, there was nothing that could ruin tonight, there was even a pleasant breeze blowing in from the balcony.

The dance finished and Calliope smiled at Ferius as he again looked into her eyes, they were... dark, her embrace... trapped him.

"Get away." he said loudly, his voice cold as he pushed Calliope away from him roughly "I don't know what you want from me but you're not getting it." with a snarl he turned and walked away from Calliope without looking back. He tried to catch Ravens attention as he walked from the dance floor lifting a glass of wine from the tray of one of the servants as he passed.
 
[Princess Calliope with Queen Prudence from the ballroom, to the hallway, to their rooms.]

Calliopie stood there for a moment in complete awe. All of a sudden the fun she was having was over and for some reason; she felt a strange pang in her chest. He had walked off like a crazy person and collecting herself quickly, she turned and stomped off. Her breath was short and it seemed to catch in her throat as she pushed through the crowd. Prudence quickly grabbed onto her daughter's arm as she passed by and she followed.
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"Dear, it is alright. He looked like a bum, anyway!" The Queen said softly, as <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1:place>Cal</st1:place></st1:State> led her away from the people. She tried her hardest not to, but she could feel the hurt emanating from her little girl. Trying her hardest to think of something to cheer her up, Prudence followed the girl all the way out to the hallway, leading to their rooms. "Calliopie, please!" Away from all of the guests, she tugged at the young girl's arm so she could look her in the eye. "Young lady, if you don't get back out there right this min—"
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Calliopie's maroon eyes stopped Prudence in mid sentence. She was shocked at how her daughter had seemed so happy moments before; now her eyes went back to her dull and sad look from the carriage-ride before. Only the sadness seemed to seep through as the princess spoke.
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"I did what you told me." Calliopie said coldly, her hands shaking a bit. "I danced, mingled…" She looked down, ripped the mask from her face and pushed it into her mother's hands. "I came here for one reason and one only. As a Saint, one must protect the lives and well-being of others. At least at that, I can't fail. Now please, let me do my job!" She turned and walked off, her urge for the weight of her blade against her back. With her father's sword, nothing could hurt her feelings; she felt untouchable.
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Prudence followed her daughter back to her room, a few steps behind. She couldn't think of anything else to say. The man back there had obviously hurt Calliopie, but she didn't know what to do about it. Truthfully, she didn't know what the princess was going to do about it either. She worried in silence and bit her lip.
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Calliopie made it to her room, opened the door quickly and began to undress. The Queen followed closely and shut the door behind her. Suri knew by the look on Prudence's face, not to ask questions; she quickly fetched <st1:State><st1:place>Cal</st1:place></st1:State>'s Saint robes, her gear and tossed them to the bed. Dress dropped to the floor, she slipped her white leotard on, then the breastplate.
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"Shouldn't you be out there, mother?" <st1:State><st1:place>Cal</st1:place></st1:State> asked dryly, before adding the finishing touch of her robes. She moved over to the mirror to adjust her clothing and began yanking the little black decorative pearls from her hair. Carelessly, she dropped them to the floor. Grabbing her brush, she roughly went through her long curls and tied them back with a white bow. Then, she reached for her sword.
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"Calliopie! I know you are upset, but you know the rules. Women Saints are not supposed to carry around weapons." Prudence's worry actually came out in the tone of her voice. She winced once Calliopie strapped the sword to her back. "You could be challenged for your rank by anyone else in our army! What is the matter with you?!"
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Strangely, Calliopie sighed and faced her mother; a slight smile across her lips. She knew it would surprise both her mother and her handmaiden, and it worked. "It was going to have to happen anyway," She reassured her mother and gave Suri a pat on the back. "Besides, it's only Vincent here. He's too busy to try and challenge me." Before heading to the door, she went over to place a kiss on her mother's cheek. "I have some work to do, so please go out there. Don't worry, you'll see me." With that said, she left the room; the smile melted from her face. She shook the thoughts of Ferius from her mind, took a deep breath and went back into the ball, hugging the walls. After grabbing a couple of glasses of wine, the thoughts of him and the hurt was numbed, for now.
 
[Pillar Emeline with Prince Christoph. Sybyl approaches Calliope.]

After explaning he had been lost, and then mumbling to himself, Andredi made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

"Yes, I am rather parched" she said, smiling back - for once, a smile almost genuine to match his own. There was a brief moment, in the pause that followed, in which Emeline very nearly forgot what she was there for. He had actually come back, and that fact forced a litte warmth into her soul. It was unusual, and pleasant.

"And then," she continued, when the moment had passed, "Lest I appear wholly impolite to my hosts, I've some pleasantries to exchange with some of the other royals before the night is done." She held out her arm for him to take. "You're welcome to accompany me if you wish." It was very nearly an instruction, but Emeline kept her tone in check. The prince was not a minion, and she had to be careful not to drive him away by treating him as such.

Even if it was for but a moment, she wanted to enjoy herself with someone.

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Sybyl's beady eyes watched. She had, quietly, managed to get close enough to the exchange between Calliope - a girl she had already gleaned was a Saint - and a man whose words pegged him to be the real Prince Ferius, but she had seen one just before, speaking with a different woman. It seemed something was afoot... while it didn't bother her directly, it was always good keeping such information close at hand. Leverage was always worthwhile.

She threw a glance to her mistress - charming some oaf who looked as awkward in his clothes as Sybyl felt in hers. It was nothing that she could not cope with, however.

With quickened steps, she easily slipped through the crowd, heading for the Saint, who had reappeared some moments later at the edge of the hall. Upon seeing the girl's real face, Sybyl smirked to herself. She knew that girl - she had encountered her a couple of years ago, when one of her trainee assassins had botched a job. She wondered if the Saint would recognise her as well.

"A shrimp, m'lady?" she asked.
 
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Christoph quirked an eyebrow, but his smile did not fade. She was a touch bossy, but clearly important. It was not something unbearable, Christoph was too mild to mind much and she was very strong. Not the simpering sort, he was glad. Being a good host, this was unusual to him to think of such a thing, ordinarily his parents hosted rousing parties and the attendees enjoyed themselves immensely.

Linking his arm through Emeline's once more, he bowed slightly. "My apologies for my interruption in our plans, I will more than happily accompany you, I did promise after all, and you promised me a dance!" he chuckled and without thinking, he reached a hand up to brush at his hair. The neat black velvet cap fell to the floor and a wave of gold spilled to his shoulders in an unruly tumble. "Oops" was all he could manage, frozen in embarrassment. Tugging his arm away from Emeline's he stooped to swipe the cap back up and began arranging his hair beneath it so that it would fit. Not as easy as one might think - how ever did the servants manage it??? Most of the other men here had a more modern and formal close cut to their hair, some even above the ears. Blushing, Christoph almost felt like a girl in comparison with his lush blond tresses.

"Er, uhm, where were we?"
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[Felicia with Prince Ambrose]

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Felicia had lived with her share of surprises, but this was unlike any of them. She blinked at Prince Ambrose in surprise, nearly taking his words literally upon his convenient arrival. She smiled softly and with a slight tilt of her head, she spoke, "You are too kind, your highness, but I'm afraid that I've yet to find my Prince Charming tonight. I'm taunted by the mystery of these masks." She crossed her arms daintily and looked around, "And where, might I ask, is your Princess? Surely, you must have danced at least once tonight.." Felicia teased him, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

She observed his appearance as she spoke. He was exactly the type that Jonathan might approve of, she realized, concealing a giggle. He was dressed so neatly that she was pretty impressed. She found herself wondering what sort of personality he might have or where he came from. She couldn't wait to know more about him. Unlike Mason, who gave her an entirely comfortable, Prince Ambrose made her feel like ducking away with a blush like a little girl.

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The woman with the golden hair entered, walking as though she were gliding on air. She passed Ferius as he strode away from Calliope, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger with a bright smile. She'd just entered and already the fun had begun. She made her way over to Jonathan, dropping a low curtsy and holding out her hand daintily.

"Would you care to dance, your highness?" her eyes met his and he would feel a chill go down his spine. The woman's presence was astounding, but her stare was even more so powerful.
 
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Ambrose watched the girl intently. His interest was caught, she was light and pretty, something like the butterflies his brother had of once been so fond. Dark and mysterious while being girlish and cute, it was a lethal combination. Ambrose shook his head gently, his eyes watching her features, studying the delicate contours of her face. He would not soon forget her, mask or no. As for himself, with his prying eyes he suddenly felt unclean.

"I'm afraid I've been too antisocial in my time here for any lady to favor me with a dance" he chuckled grimly. A commotion stirred behind and he flicked a disapproving glance to the dramatic exchange. This seemed heralded somehow by the austere woman with the blond hair. She seemed a bit aggressive for Ambrose, whose eyebrow quirked. A woman who would ask a man to dance, it rather takes out the chivalry of it, he thought with vague irritation.

"There's a certain pride in asking the woman you favor to dance" Ambrose said absent-mindedly, moving his hand to his chin. He tried not to frown in front of the princess, however, and continued his attempt at looking cheery. He knew that in a moment he would have to break his reverie to continue to hold the attention of the fascinating little woman.
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