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[center]Princess Annalise[/center]

Annalise had spent most of the time from the incident to the ball, either helping make decisions on various ball aspects, or in the library reading. The books that currently filled her time were not books about the other countries, or past royalty, or even stories of heroes. No, instead she spent her time trying to understand magic. Learning about its history, applications, benefits, downfalls. Anything and everything, though if she was being honest the information she had on magic was mediocre at best. As if the information was being intentionally hidden from at least the residence of the castle. Regardless she learned what she could when she had time. Not that much of what she learned was of any real use. 

She had also spent her time actively avoiding the other King. Normally she would have made an attempt to be civil however the whole situation confused her and thus, she had just decided to avoid it. However, today there was no more avoiding it. Not only would the suitors pick who they chose to be their wife, but her father would make the announcement about the...proposal of peace the other King had offered. 

She was in her room being fawned over by various handmaidens as they got her ready for the ball. Opting for her usual white and blue colored dresses insisting she looked the most attractive in them, and any man would be lucky to have her as their wife. She more or less ignored them, lost in thought. Eventually, it was time to make her way to the ballroom for the event. Standing and looking at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but stare a minute. Her hair, which was usually in some sort of updo, had been left down to flow behind her when she walked. The maids said it made her look more feminine. Like she didn’t already look that way. The half veil that usually covered her eye, in an attempt to make the slight difference in color had been all but abandoned for this look. Claiming her future husband should see all of her in truth beforehand. And so, with as much confidence as she could muster, she entered the ballroom where the guests were already gathering. Here she went to find her father but was stopped by nobles wishing her luck and congratulations as she went. 

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[center] Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan [/center]

Gil and Aldan, both in as formal of attire as they had, and by that, Aldan was in what he described as a “stuffy cloth prison” of a military formal uniform that had clearly been tailored to fit his large size. This was in stark contrast to the more tribal clothing he had formerly been seen in. Though clearly the young Prince found his guard’s discomfort amusing. Little did Aldan know it was Gil that had arranged this clothing selection and not his father as Gil had told him. If Gil had to abandon his loose fighting tribal desert clothing for this event, he was going to make Aldan suffer with him. Though in all honesty Gil didn’t mind these types of clothing, they just weren’t practical in his country. 

Upon entering the ballroom many of the guests tried to stop him to talk but Aldan quickly shooed them away. They would get their chance to talk to the Prince later, when the event had officially started, until then they would have to wait.