Royal Ball

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*Artorus Elendil, adorned in his finest fur cloak, a blue silk shirt and a grey and gold doublet, enters the ball room with a smile on his face, yet his eyes tell a different story. His Silver grey eyes look weary and cold. As Isabella rushes by him, he chuckles to himself, appearing to lose all his worries in an instance. His family has always lessened the stress that afflicted him.

As she goes to talk to her brother, he looks about the room and sees the his cousin Eze'kiel, his friend Peter and...he sighs quietly "Patrick.." The name echoes in his mind, memories of disappointment and cruel actions arise. He sets his eyes to the bar and makes his way over there, to get a glass of wine, 'Strong' wine.

He approaches the bar and looks at the man behind it. Hardly a man, he is thin and pale. "What'll it be milord?" he asks, cleaning a wine chalice." Artorus blinks and says "Some Marna wine my friend, aged ten years." The bar-boy went to work pouring him a glass of the sweet red wine of Marna. He takes it in one hand and gives him a nod, leaving a Silver Harren on the bar as a tip for the man.

[VIROS 2915]

Patrick moves over to where she is suddenly, making a rather lazy and zig-zag line to her, walking the last final stretch to her, facing her deadly perfumed horde of attendants, he holds fast

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He smiles "Excuse me ladies, but I do insist you part so I might gaze upon the fair lady you hide so jealously"

He pushes them aside rather rudely and looks at the girl

"So, we have found another Horen of the family then." He smiles warmly and very kindly

"Well then, who was your father and mother? We might share some close blood" he smirks and awaits a response

The Princess's attendants scatter, their skirts fluttering. Anne, unused to being without them, looks put-off for a moment before reflexively smiling. She fans herself.

"I thank you, brave Chaplain, for rescuing me from my captors. The Emperor, or rather your grandsire, sends them along with me to deflect potential suitors. He's a very nice monarch, but a rather overbearing father."

She is offered a drink by a passing servant, but rejects it. The servant, disappointed, sulks away to disturb the conversation of some minor dignitary.

"Where was I?" She resumes "Oh yes, I meant to ask, are you enjoying yourself? Father's only seen fit for me to begin attending balls recently, so I'm afraid I haven't become quite accustomed to all the attention yet."

[Nummy 413]

Dame Piper Silverblade stands in the doorway, wearing a simple Blue gown lined with silver. She holds up a hand to the herald, not wanting attention drawn to herself. Piper slowly makes her way through the crowd alone, her dark brown hair curled at the ends, looking more elegant than her usual self. Piper's silver eyes scan the crowd, catching a glimpse of the children she makes her way to Isabella, leaning down and adjusting her dress discreetly with a smile, hoping that it will help her from stumbling over the skirts.

"You look Beautiful, little Lady"

She says with a smile, looking over to her daughter talking to Derrek, she smiles, not wanting to interrupt the two.

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

Akimoto Kenji Ishikawa walks the ball room towards his destination. The pompospous man known as Boiendl Silverblade. As a matter of proper etiquete Akimoto resembleces his presence to the man, without interrupting his current conversation. As the old man finnishies his conversation with some of his aquantes he puts his attention to Akimoto. Akimoto makes a small gesture and these words comes form his mouth.

I am greatly satisfied that we meet again, but where are your clothing of shame? You are not one to break your promise, or did your nephew in fact chose a wrong champion to defend himself?

Akimoto smirks a bit, awaiting the response of the old man.

Adeodatus I finishes his wine and looks at Akimoto, he grins. "Well, it be lovely to see you once more, and I must inform you that the time for wearing my dress was up. And, this be a royal ball, there be no reason to make the Empire seem like a mockery by me wearing a dress here."

[Gemmylou 484]

-Rolls her eyes at Lilibeth and shakes her shoulder slightly, sighing

"Stop flirting with my brother Lilibeth. Honestly!"

Tries to hold in her giggle looking at them both. Then turns hearing Piper. Isabella beams at her and hugs her carefully.

"Not as beautiful as you, Big Lady! Who did you come here with?"

[Goldd 126]

-Rolls her eyes at Lilibeth and shakes her shoulder slightly, sighing

"Stop flirting with my brother Lilibeth. Honestly!"

Tries to hold in her giggle looking at them both. Then turns hearing Piper. Isabella beams at her and hugs her carefully.

"Not as beautiful as you, Big Lady! Who did you come here with?"

*Lilibeth looks at Bella with wide eyes, not having meant dancing with her....

She puffs a bit angrily realizing that it could also sound like a flirt.The girl pouts.*

"I well... you... he..."

*Elizabeth becomes completely embarrassed and turns very bright red. She wants to hide somewhere of embarrassment but just stands there frozen.*

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella holds in her laughter as much as she can seeing Lilibeth's face. With a carefree smile she pushes her brother away and links Lilibeth's arm with hers.

"Come on, flirty. Lets get something to eat, I am so hungry! I went horse riding all day today!"

Isabella leads her off, hiding her annoyance very well that anyone would want to take her brother away from her.

[Goldd 126]

*Elizabeth is pulled away, but she suddenly stops walking and looks at Bella.

Her look is a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and annoyance. Lilibeth feels totally insulted and pulls her hands away from Bella. She begins to talk calmly trying to hold in her anger*

"Bella... that wasn't the nicest thing to say... I am not flirting with your brother, and I didn't mean it that way..."

*She looks at Bella with one last saddened and embarrassed look, and then walks away to some corner of the ballroom, thinking that she might cry or something.*

(Bella knows how to get to Lilibeth, that's for sure.)

[Nummy 413]

Piper smiles sweetly as she watches her little girls act like they are getting along, laughing quietly to herself. She follows the girls, knowing perfectly well that trouble is likely to find them both, thankful that she avoided the question Bella asked her.

"Try not to get food on your dresses girls.. I'm not sure if I could fix that"

[jackbren 25]

Jack Amador walks slowly from his golden carriage then continues to walk threw the grand entrance into the Ball Room in his finest cloth while holding his golden cane crafted from a fragment of a Holy Stone as the Herald announces his entrances.

"Presenting Jack Amador Duke of the Holy Islands and protector of the Holy Stones"

After being Announced Jack Walks into the ball room wondering which Nobles he should talk to first as he waits for his cousin Jiraiya Amador Count Of Crestfall to arrive.

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella frowns slightly not knowing what she done wrong and looks up at Piper worriedly

"I didn't mean to be nasty...You know that right?"

She Looks back at Lilibeth sadly and decides to give her some space. With a sigh she begins to walk around the room, still tripping over her long skirts as she goes and looks to see who is around that she recognises. Bella ignores her quickened quiet breathing, feeling anxious at all the people and continues making her way around at a steady pace, trying to feel calm again.

[Neutonic 17]

*Jiraiya arrives in a golden carriage being pulled along by three white horses, infront of the carriage is Jack Amador's carriage.

Jiraiya steps out of the smiling, he then helps his wife Jessica out of the carriage who instantly clings to his arm as they walk in following Jack. As they enter the ball room the herald announcers "Count Jiraiya Amador and Countess Jessica Amador"

Both Jiraiya and Jess walk in a spot Jack and instantly walk up to him greeting him "Hello Cousin, shall we?"

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

The Princess's attendants scatter, their skirts fluttering. Anne, unused to being without them, looks put-off for a moment before reflexively smiling. She fans herself.

"I thank you, brave Chaplain, for rescuing me from my captors. The Emperor, or rather your grandsire, sends them along with me to deflect potential suitors. He's a very nice monarch, but a rather overbearing father."

She is offered a drink by a passing servant, but rejects it. The servant, disappointed, sulks away to disturb the conversation of some minor dignitary.

"Where was I?" She resumes "Oh yes, I meant to ask, are you enjoying yourself? Father's only seen fit for me to begin attending balls recently, so I'm afraid I haven't become quite accustomed to all the attention yet."

Patrick smirks slightly

"Yes, my grandfather is rather protective of his children. He used to spoil my father from what I hear" He says this in a light manner but his eyes flash hurt for a moment

"So you are my aunt then? Hmm... I never would have guessed, but it matters little." He observes her fancy clothes his rolls his eyes

"I don't see how you all wear those rediculous clothes. They are so overly extravagent and never used but for a few select occasions. Maybe it was how my father raised me but it always seemed too stuck up to wear such things for a few times in your life."

He folds his armoured arms across his chestplate which gleams, a snarling Gryphon seeming to bore into her

[Agith 224]

Aemond steps into the ball room, looking curiously to the herald as his name and titles are called out for all to hear, he frowns at the gesture.

"Aemond Ilith'iari, squire to the lord marshal Artorus Elendil. "

He shakes his head as he steps into the ball room. Aemond adjusts the ornate signet ring wrapped around his right middle finger, the other curious ring of seemingly polished iron clanging once against the signet ring. He looks about the room before looking down to the clothing of his house, the golden under shirt complimenting his crimson black trimmed robes. He pulls on the collar of his shirt uncomfortably trying to shift it into a more comfortable condition. Aemond sighs as he surveys the attendees, his amethyst purple eyes swiftly moving right to left. Aemonds silver hair is up in a pony tail, his elven ears clearly visible as his bangs remain down slightly over his eyes.

[Peter Chivay 2494]

The herald clears his throat, noticing as Peter begins walking toward the ball room. Now loudly clearing his throat, the Herald begins reads the short list of titles that are presented to him.

"Now presenting, Lord Baron Peter Chivay! Honored Ser of the Chapter of the White Rose!"

Finishing the short reading of his noble titles, the herald bows his head, allowing the Knight Commander to make his way into the ball room. The two footman that accompanied Peter lower to their knees and allow him to walk through.

Peter grins happily, nodding in a thanking manner toward the herald as he stops in, looking at all the familiar faces around the Ball Room. Patting both the footman on their shoulders, allowing them to stand once he has come through. Looking down, he gets a full view of himself in his noble attire.

"Ah... feels damn good teh' beh' out ov' tat' armor." Stretching back his shoulders as he makes his way toward the dining table. Being sure to not let his fine furs fall off his shoulders.

Finally getting to the eating area, Peter nods his head numerous times toward the men that he reconizes. Gripping up a fine goblet of wine and taking a deep sip. Leaning over toward his brother, he whispers; "Wonder when the ales comin' in, eh?" Letting out a loud snicker shortly after he says it.

After his short outburst of 'typical Chivay' Peter clears his throats and readies to speak in a proper tone.