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Beatrice followed her parents along with her brother as their family made their entrance to the grand ball. She was dressed in a gorgeous tailored violet gown adorned with golden and silver accents. It was rare for a princess like Beatrice to wear such extravagant, tight-fitting ball gowns as she was always known to wear more comfortable-looking dresses which were perfect for a princess-on-the-go like her. The skirt of the gown was more free-flowing and voluminous and the midriff part gave her body shape without making it too tight for her comfort. Her accessories glinted in gold and silver as the light shone on them.

It was not like she was being boastful to say she was getting bored of grandiose events like these, but she was getting bored of grandiose events like these. Having fun with the children of her kingdom was far better than exchanging fake smiles with people that oozed hubris. Everyone was dressed in stuffy, uncomfortable clothes that were custom made for one specific night and then thrown away into their closet, never to be seen again. The real victims here were the servants; they were always hectic days before the main event to make sure everything went smoothly lest they felt the wrath of the people they served just because the curtains were a shade darker than expected or something similar to that. 

As much as Beatrice was not a fan of these kinds of events, she had no choice but to come to them whenever their family was invited. It was, after all, a tradition of both royal families, the Camilia and the Danrose. For as long as she could remember, this was both the families' way of maintaining and fortifying the relationship of the two kingdoms, bringing forth prosperous years of peace and joy to their respective people. In a way, Caesonia had become Beatrice's second home whether she liked to admit it or not.

She was thinking that her uncle King Edin must have spent all the riches of Caesonia just for tonight while she looked around and continued to smile and wave at the other nobles, noting how everything was just exuding much more elegance and sophistication compared to the other balls the king held before. She also thought that the main purpose of this event was to welcome the people of Alidasht, not intimidate them with his extravagant richness. She could only wonder how they will react upon seeing all of this prepared just for them. 

Personally, she would like to be anywhere else but here. There were so many things she thought she could be doing right now, like studying more about royal politics, tending to her pet horse Cloudmor, or even honing her dancing skills in secret. She guessed she would have to think of this ball as a meeting of some sorts, catching up with the current happenings in the noble houses and perhaps forming potential business relationships with the potential entrepreneurs. At least in that way, she could consider herself as working. Besides, the royals of Alidasht will be coming to Caesonia for the first time ever. As a princess, it was Beatrice's duty to form strong bonds with the children of royal blood as well.

As usual, Beatrice went around and interacted with the nobles, catching up with old colleagues that were mostly affiliated with her parents and even meeting new faces among the crowd. She saw several of the children of nobility, most if not all were close to Beatrice's age. She gave a customary nod to Prince Wulfric whenever they crossed paths, seeing as it was only fit due to the fact that they were both the eldest siblings of their families and heirs to their own respective thrones. Many, mostly bachelors, approached and vied for her attention as her beauty and brains were quite coveted by men even outside of Varian. To Beatrice, they were all like pitiful puppies fighting each other for attention but at least real puppies were actually adorable and tolerable.

Just then, the main guests have made their arrival upon the throne and they made sure all eyes were on them. It was a spectacle, unlike anything Beatrice had ever seen. So many exotic animals that she could only see in her textbooks, so many dancers performing as they spread flower petals everywhere, so many tough and scary-looking guards, all surrounding the sultan of Alidasht, his subjects, and his children as they made their grand entrance. She was so focused on them she could hardly notice the lone sound of someone clapping. After they finished their entrance and bowed to show their respects, Beatrice let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, her tense shoulders relaxing. She only just realized she was witnessing a moment in history, one that would change the lives of everyone forever.