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The guest arrived in masses, one car pulling up after the other. Fortunately, the staff seemed to be handling their tasks well as Raven had yet to receive any report that something was wrong. She nodded, smiled, and shook hands with other royals. Some of her closer acquaintances gave more than the standard greeting - something she was grateful for. The young woman was sure that if she heard her title one more time she was going to bash her head against the wall in pure frustration. 

The first to arrive - much to Ravens surprise - was none other than Cassandra O’Brien. Her choice of dress seemed more suitable for a funeral, but not everyone saw weddings as a happy occasion. Imani Kore followed the blonde woman in a gown that was absolutely to die for. Erik came after them, addressing Raven and her family in their official titles. She did her best to hide a smirk of amusement, but felt the corners of her mouth twitch despite her best efforts. If she wasn’t mistaken, her mother was wearing a similar expression. Everyone seemed to arrive in their very best clothing. While the greetings were nearly the same, at least Raven could focus on the different styles of fashion.

[color=8CFF88]”You know,”[/color] she began, whispering in a voice that only her mother could hear, [color=8CFF88]”if someone wanted to cause a massive disruption, the castle would be the perfect place to set off a bomb right about now.”[/color] 

Accustomed to her daughters dark jokes, the Queen simply sighed in response as Christian arrived. Next were the Arcenian princesses. Raven had them on her bucket list of people to talk to at the ball. While she knew Arabelle better than she did Catherine, she was always friendly towards the both of them. Catherine stumbled upon saying her own name - something that Raven found both slightly amusing and cute at the same time. 

Standing in one place was becoming tiresome. Ravens feet began to hurt, and she desperately needed something to drink. Her sister had decided to bail out on the welcoming party, however, so Raven was stuck. She tried to pay attention to the small details to keep her brain from melting. Leonor was just a gorgeous as the pictures made her out to be. Maeryn and Raiden had outdone themselves on their outfits. Morrhys insisted on calling her parents mom and dad - something that neither of the elder royals would appreciate. While one day they would have to come to accept it, today would not be that day. 

Alejandro was always such a delight, as well as Beatrice and Fareeha. Raven was sure to thank Quentin on his compliment. The Anders siblings were the last to arrive, signalling that she could [i]finally[/i] go inside of the ball room. 

Surveying her surroundings, Raven seen that most of the royals had already began to mingle with each other. Some met up with their betrothed, others took selfies and pictures of the food to post on Instagram for later. So far the party seemed to be shaping up well. What really caught her eye however, was Arabelle and Eriks quarrel. Though the two of them were speaking in hushed tones and no doubt doing their best to hide it, they had managed to draw some attention to themselves. Catherine seemed to be watching from a nearby table, obviously dreading whatever was about to happen. 

While a small voice in the back of her mind told her that it would be customary to seek out Morrhys, Raven found herself walking over to where Cat was, taking a spot standing beside the other woman. 

[color=8CFF88]”Tell me… do they do this often?”[/color] she asked, taking a glass of champagne from the nearest waiter. [color=8CFF88]”And if so, how on [i]Earth[/i] do you manage not to rip your hair out listening to them?”[/color] 
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