James could hear music playing softly in the ball room, where all the guests were gathered. He ran his hands along the length of the gig line of his suit absentmindedly, as he stared out the plate glass window out at the bay. The waves lapped against the ancient stone of Sirenchester Castle, his family’s home for generations.  His lineage could be traced back to the very beginning of the Monarchy.

James had never expected to be in this position, he was the spare as it were. His older brother, Chris, was supposed to ascend the throne when their father retires, just 18 months away. While James had a higher approval rating than Chris with the people of Odristan he did not feel ready to be King. 18 months until he would be king though…since Chris was dead. Only 12 months until he would be married…12 months to the day. 

He took a calming breath before placing his masquerade mask on his face, a reflective silver mask that covered half his face, like the phantom of the opera.  He walked down the marbled hall, his dress shoes squeaking a little, they were brand new. Chris, would have known to break them in first. Too late for that now – he opened the door to the ball room, straightening himself to his full height before walking in.

A hush fell over the ballroom as he walked to the center of the room. He cleared his throat almost nervously but it would be hard to tell. [color=008080]“Thank you for coming. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you. Please, enjoy the party.”[/color] James waved his hand at the musicians and they began to play again, taking the attention off the young royal.