You are cordially invited... ...to the Spring Equinox Ball! Their Majesties the King and Queen of Illiend formerly invite you to attend. There will be music, dancing, and food prepared by the finest chefs in the kingdom. For entertainment, we have hired the Dancing Dragons, the famous acrobatic group, to perform for your viewing pleasure. However, our main attraction of the night will be the formal declaration of Princess Amelia Antionette Leauve and Prince Edwin Alexander Leauve's eligibility for marriage! The prince and princess have turned sixteen years of age, and the king and queen seek suitable bachelors and bachelorettes of fine background to wed the young royals. Perhaps you shall be the one to win the hand of our beloved princess, or capture the heart of our valiant prince...? We hope to see you in attendance (click the link above to post your character sheet and read the rules) *** Edwin yawned, earning a jab in the ribs from Amelia. "You're being rude," she hissed, and her twin rolled his eyes. "They're here for us," he grumbled back. Edwin propped his elbow on the arm of the throne, resting his chin on his palm. "They don't care what I act like, so long as I pick on of the princesses." "You should still show some sort of manners, like we were taught. We're representing mother and father, remember?" Amelia smoothed out her skirts as she said this, and tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear. Her heart was racing, and while - like her brother - she'd much rather be anywhere but here, at least Amelia could understand the necessity. Besides, at least his clothes were comfortable. Amelia was the one who'd been shoved in to a corset, tightened until her ribs were near broken. Edwin sensed her discomfort, and offered his sister a smile. "Sorry, Amy," he replied, straightening himself back out. "I just think there should be a better method for us to choose whom to marry. And that we should have a wider range of candidates." "It's for the kingdom," Amelia retorted, unable to hold back a bit of a sigh herself. "Our duty, remember? It's what we were born in to." "Well I didn't ask to be born in to this..." Amelia was about to argue the point further, when the music began to play, and guests began to fill the ballroom. The royal herald began announcing the names of each guest that passed through the doors, and Edwin and Amelia were expected to smile and wave politely. Amelia did so - Edwin required another jab to the ribs. Only after all those in attendance had gathered did their father stand, welcoming the room with a grand gesture. "Welcome, welcome, my good friends and neighbors!" the king greeted, smiling brightly for all. "It does me great pleasure to be your host, this evening. Please, enjoy in the festivities! We shall begin the evening with dancing and frivolity, and before dinner, the Dancing Dragons shall entertain us. Until then, thank you once more for gracing my humble kingdom!" There was clapping as the king returned to the large throne beside the queen. It was Amelia and Edwin's cue to stand, the prince bowing, the princess curtsying to the room. "Welcome to our home," they chimed in unison. One might say it was practiced, but a smirking glance between them said it was not. "Good luck," Edwin whispered while they descended on to the ballroom floor. "Save the luck for yourself," Amelia teased, bringing a chuckle from her brother. She had a feeling they were both going to need it tonight.