Claudia Augusti Filia curtsied toward the 5th man she had danced with that night, all of which, her father pointed out as suitable suitors, not that she'd have the last choice on who she was betrothed to in the end. The party was just starting and the army were yet to arrive but Claudia was already over it. The chatter of the participants and the small orchestra which played slow, sweet dancing music introduced her to a painful beating in the back of her head. The goblet of wine she had been drinking throughout the night probably wasn't doing her any good either.

Young servents wandered throughout the hall, refilling and clearing goblets and platters and offering food to the guess. On occansions a servant would get a cruel comment from a noble who's goblet wasn't filled fast enough but overall the night was very relaxed, however, it wouldn't be long before the legions of soldiers arrived and who knew what turn the night would take from there. Suddenly the music stopped, those who were dancing quickly retreated to their tables and it was clear to Claudia what was happening, the army had arrived.