As the guilds and guard officers came marching from under the arch of the gate door, the king and his spontaneous daughter walked vigorously out onto the red carpet then took their seats on their bronze encrusted thrown. The guild guards and officers stopped right in front of the patio the king and daughter were high upon on. "Here ye! Here ye!" said the captain of the guilds. Not a moment to soon, the villagers of the town came sprinkling though into one spot in town square. "I am here to announce that the king;" The king nodded with respect. "And his daughter Grace;" His daughter waved a waved, and smiled a smile. "Will be attending tonight's Masquerade Ball!" The crowd murmured in excitement. From the far back of the crowd, was a guy with dirty dark blonde hair, tinted in black, brown eyes, dressed as if he was slightly came from the rich and looked like he lived with the poor. He was looking at the paper posted on the pole about the formal Masquerade Ball tonight. Although he didn't know nothing about it, he decided to go all out. "Dmitri!" Two guys yelled to the dirty blonde. Apparently his name is Dmitri. He slightly turned and raised an eyebrow at them as if he didn't know them by voice. "Hm?" He said. He gave a warm smile as he seen the two running towards him. "Hey! Your going to the ball tonight?" "Nah, balls are not my thing. Besides, going to a ball means you have to bring a date." Dmitri made a concerning face and ripped off the poster paper off the wall and left his friends. The two of his friends never really got Dmitri. It was either "Curiosity killed the cat" or "First come, first served" with him; but how ever the saying goes... "All who comes to the ball may get to have one admission dance with the one and only daughter of the king!" The villagers cheered gleefully. Again, Grace waved a waved, and smile a smile. Dmitri couldn't help but not resist her beauty. The way her light blue ice hair flows freely in the wind, her cheeks rosy and soft, her eyes multicolored as the colors combine. These were all the characteristics that labeled her grace. "I need to go to the ball..." He thought to himself. He clutched the paper tightly into his fist and ran off to the nearest store to buy the most quantitative tux he could buy. "I need a mask..." He thought again. He took the tux, bought it, and went off into the nearest mask shop. "Is there anything you need?" The shop owner said. "Yeah. A mask." Dmitri browsed briefly before approaching the shop keeper. "I have just the mask." The shop keeper went behind the desk and picked out a silver tainted black mask. "This might do the trick sonny." He gave the mask to the teen to analyze for purchase. "...I'll take it." He purchased the mask. Before he could even leave the store he saw something eye catching. "Whats that?" He pointed to the weaponry in the back. "Oh, that's where the swords... and armor... and extra pallets and stuff are at." "Do you think i could take them to the ball?" "You can try, but i doubt it. You know their having it in the royal palace right? They're strict on what to bring in and what not to bring in." Dmitri thought about it. and pick up an encrusted dagger. "Ill take one anyway." He put the dagger upon the desk for purchased. The store keeper rang it up and gave it back to him. "Don't go telling i give weapons to minors, Ill be out of business." Dmitri gave a solid firm nod and left the store putting his weapon away.