Alexander James Francis Maximillion Nightingale was within his castle walls. It was silent during this time. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind outside as it blew by. This ruler liked it when it was quiet. Well.... he liked it most of the time. Whenever he was stressed, some peace and quiet was certainly enjoyed. Anyway, the male in question was sitting in a certain throne of his in the main throne room, just a stones' throw away from the main hall. He was....thinking. There was a certain event coming up, one he had not hoped would ever have to happen. This ruler, this king, hated balls when he was a child. Others had ruined such events for him. If it wasn't the, now deceased, former guards accepting bribes from cold humans to allow said cold humans to gain access to the castle and try to go after him and anyone who may have been close to him, it was servants who were.... doing things they should not have been doing in the darkest corners within those stone walls, one could simply say, without actually saying what it was of course. Alexander HATED thinking about those days, just as much if not more so than he hated thinking about the event that was to happen. He was currently a bit.... unhappy, to put it mildly, very mildly. No one dared to approach him during this time, for obvious reasons. And so, they left him alone. They did not bother him, not even for a moment. They were to afraid of what he would do, and that was for starters. A sigh would soon be heard from him, and if anyone was in the room, they would see a frown upon his face, and his eyes staring down at the floor at his feet for a time. He did not say a word, not one little tiny letter was uttered from his mouth at that time. 





of course, now, he had no choice but to attend a ball. This was his own ball. It was one he felt he was forced to throw. A tradition for one such as himself was to occur. A royal ball was held every time a ruler, or in this case someone like himself, was to wed, or simply to find a bride if you will. Every available female in the surrounding land, among others, were to attend. Being one to not disrespect, or shirk, traditions, or responsibilities, he felt he had no choice, no say, in this case. Alexander was now throwing a ball...if only to find a bride and wed as soon as possible. Others had begun to question why he was still unwed for some time, and it had taken quite a bit of effort to silence them, although he knew the questions remained within their minds, their thoughts. He would often see it in their' eyes. If he had no bride, he had no heir, and he needed an heir, and not just because of tradition. Anyway, the time was drawing ever closer. It was now the evening before the ball. He noted how time seemed to be passing now. Alexander could only hope to get it over with quickly, find a bride to wed, and then be done with it all. That was all he seemed to care about at the moment. That was what he was thinking when it came to the ball and such. Servants who were passing by, or through, the room may have been glancing towards him, but that was all they did, nothing more. Alexander would raise his head after some time had passed and glance towards a candle that had burned out. He noted how dark it had truly seemed to have gotten, indicating that it was no longer day, but night instead. Another sigh could be heard from the one who actually dreaded, and hated, this the most.