"The sun rises when you and I meet, and when the wind blows, you will know my heart." Dreams had plagued her very existence. From the day she was born, there were certain things Ava could see that others could not. Dreams that would come true... but what did that mean for recurring dreams? Her grandmother, Bella Clairdencia had told her, "You'll trust in your instincts when the time comes." That was the day before the ball. With milk and poppies, Avalyne drifted off to sleep despite herself. The same events had always occurred. Bright lights plagued her vision. The shining, tiled floor began to spin and even rumble around her. Avalyne felt lost as the dancers around her faded away from her. As soon as the rumbling intensified, the princess jolted from her bed. Goosebumps were prevalent in her skin and tears of fear appeared in her soft blue eyes. Shaking, she wiped them away. Avalyne was dressed in her slip dress and was luckily returned to her bedroom. The delicate colours and shapes of the flowers decorating her room calmed her. To make sure she was finally out of the dream, the princess felt along the silky white bedsheets and flowery blankets. Releasing her dark hair from her braid, she sobbed softly. The day of the ball was today and the princess had never felt so frightened in her life. As if on cue, Bella gently entered her bedroom, as if trying to remain quiet. Though, once she had seen her granddaughter in tears, the old woman rushed over to her bedside. "You poor thing..." Her kind blue eyes and gentle features mimicked Avalyne's. Bella was the only woman that seemed to truly understand her, and the only person Avalyne felt she could be honest around. Their uncanny nature of reading people meant that only their intuition was needed to know what the other was feeling. That, and their special abilities. "I knew you required my assistance... I felt a dark energy surrounding you, my flower child." Avalyne shook her head. "It's the ball, grandmother. The floor began to rumble and I was all alone... the lights were so bright..." Bella paused to hug her granddaughter, then placed both hands on her face. "My flower, you were not alone. I felt a strong presence beside you, though it was distinct, like nothing I have ever felt before." Ava looked in confusion. "A strong presence?" Suddenly, a fear washed over her. "Will I find a suitor by the time the ball ends? Is he...?" Bella sighed. "We can only hope. I trust your judgement to be a suitable heiress." Giving her a serious look, the princess knew what she meant. Family was important, but so were connections. Being the second and only daughter, she would need to oversee her betrothed's kingdom and represent his family. A family she had yet to know. If her grandmother was able to do this many years ago, so would Avalyne. Eventually, she ended up beside her ivory boudoir. Preparing for the ball was intense work. With all of the other kingdoms watching her, it seemed as if she had been preparing for this her entire life. Bella set her hair back and prepared a flower bath. Many hours later, the princess would be well-groomed for the sacred event of the year. Gently stepping out of her carriage, every move of the princess' was calculated to the utmost of perfection. Arriving in an ornate blue dress, her jewelry was meant to be the same colour to bring out her bright blue eyes. Flowers were spun into her curled and braided hair leading to her tiara. Long, silk gloves covered her hands and a light floral fragrance followed her every step. Her pin was on her dress of the Clairdencia family. It was a bleeding rose over an eye. Some of the kingdom's royalty, both male and female looked at her with both awe and curiosity. The South had done a good job of putting on a face for the likes of the North, West and East. They were all different in many ways, but seemed to find it in them to hold a continental ball for many years. The West were rich with mountains, gold and jewelry, the East were spiritual with many travel routes to other mystical continents. It was easy to tell them apart with their flashy dresses and unique fabrics. From the corner of her eye, there were Southern women with their hair in flowers dancing to the music. However, looking around the large ballroom, the princess was lost in her reverie. The lights were true to her dream, bright and overwhelming. Bella was right about the ball, the lights could make everyone look beautiful... but the beautiful only shone brighter. Avalyne wasn't sure if she was the latter or the former. The floor she was standing on shone and reflected every guest in the room. Though, it was undeniably a sight to behold, Ava was still inwardly shaking out of fear. The King and Queen had gone off to socialize and make connections, leaving Ava alone to attempt conversation and make one of the most important decisions of her life. She took a deep breath. Avalyne might have an impending sense of danger of the event, but that didn't mean she could not enjoy it while it lasted. Standing up straight, she hoped to whatever god that still believed in her that Avalyne would find someone. Scanning the large hall for promising suitors, Avalyne realized that she had been spacing out the entire time and ended up in a different part of the hall than she was before. Finally, her eyes rested on a young prince with a muscular physique and silver hair. His appearance intrigued her, as well as the aura he gave off. Like she was told, the man was to initiate a dance. So she waited, far from other suitors, but close enough to still be approachable. Oliver could even smell the welcoming blend of flowers from where she was standing, the roses, daisies and lilies enveloping her body. Once she had caught his attention, Avalyne smiled sweetly, as if beckoning him.