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[SUP][SUB][H3]The Ballroom[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]August 31st, Sunset | Alice Allaire [@Lionhearted] [/color][/sup][/INDENT]

[color=#00CED1]"Wymark, Niavak Wymark."[/color] Niavak pronounced, giving her a smile. Though he disliked it, he knew his way around political scenarios. It was a necessity after all, as wholly dismissing politics is career suicide. Still, he tried to keep doing so at a minimum. This ballroom dinner was definitely one mired in politics.

Following around the would-be leader of the band was his initial plan. Gauging her competence and leadership abilities would give insight on whether the mission was doomed to fail or if she could pull off a miracle. Niavak's ears pricked at the familiar sound of an arrow cutting through the air. His hand unconsciously hovered above where his sword would've been holstered. The arrow pierced the king of Thelan, blood now seeping into his once immaculate garments. [i][color=#00CED1]Crap.[/color][/i] He thought, were the Alovians going to be blamed for this? A man he recognized, Commander Mathieu Bastian, revealed himself.

[color=#00CED1]"A coup, huh?"[/color] He said, watching Mathieu's men fill into the room. They were garbed in ornate armour, seeming to glimmer against the dimly lit ballroom. [color=#00CED1]"Thelannians, always the ostentatious bunch."[/color] 

Being part of Alovia, Niavak didn't really care much for his grand speech. He found it slightly humorous that regicide was how they played their hand. It was an extremist action and now they face the danger of a civil war, those loyal to the crown and those not. Fighting a civil war and another kingdom simultaneously is strategical suicide. Though it was equally likely that they would pin the blame on an Alovian, which would be the smartest play. It would rally support from both sides. Still, it was foolish of them to not finish the job, there were nobles that observed the whole debacle. 

[color=#00CED1]"I believe you're right, Lady Alice."[/color] Niavak said, accepting the sword. The sword had great balance, heft and weight. It was an exceptional broadsword. The air of the ballroom changed from politics to that of war. He took a deep breath as he heard the ever-familiar sounds of steel clashing with steel. Brandishing the sword, he ran into the fray.