[center]The party is beginning already as Nicolai prepares to enter. He had tried to bring a book to this gathering but his Father put his foot down quite harshly on that idea. No. The Crown Prince of Astaria had to do more princely things tonight. Like socializing. Heaving a soft sigh of mild exasperation the golden haired Prince steps down the staircase and into the ballroom. Wearing formal attire of the finest dark blue and pale gray that has been trimmed in gold thread he looks like something from a storybook. His expression is serene and calm as he steps quite gracefully into the room as he is announced. The grace with which he moves is an easy fluid thing. His looks while softer than some men still manage to draw attention, not that he notices. No. He doesn't notice how people look at him, he is too caught up in studying them. A fascinated blue gaze tracks anyone of interest as he makes his way through the crowds, weaving his way towards a place where he might observe until he wishes to join in the socializing himself.[/center]



[center]In one corner of the ballroom lurks a beautiful yet faintly intimidating figure. Countess Sorcha Ebonwood stands regal and poised, like a serpent waiting to strike down any who get to close. A glass of wine rests in her hands though it seems she has yet to drink from it. The Countess has her hair up for tonight, silver combs design to look like snakes coiling through it to hold it in place. Her gown is black silk, elegant yet simple with a flowing layered skirt. The neckline on that dress is quite daring too, baring pale skin in a teasing manner. No one seems too eager to approach her so far so she settles for studying and throwing challenging glances at any whose gaze dares linger to long on her person. She doesn't appear hostile, yet every time someone looks her way those dark eyes latch onto them with such a burning intensity and weight that no one so far has been able to withstand withstand.[/center]