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The ballroom was grand, beautifully decorated. Rosalind's eyes travelled all around the room taking it in. Every single corner of the room was sparkling from the cleanliness. It would be hard to believe, that before the guests had arrived that the room was bare and covered in dust. To the guests, it looked like it was always full of life and well taken care off. Even though the guests felt well rested, including Rosalind herself. She did feel the hunger, and the smell of the delicious food had been calling to every single guest that was present. All sorts of various dishes and meat platters across the dining room tables. Fruit and bread platters, and deserts placed upon crystal dishes, surrounded by wine jugs. It was a proper feast, to anyone that had ever seen ones at balls. Rosalind could only assume, that the best foods had been prepared by the chefs in the castle. Food to show off the different culture in the Kingdom. Accustomed to every kingdom she had visited, to have different foods than that compared to her home. Finding her place at the table; Rosalind made small conversation with the other guests, whilst everyone enjoyed the feast that was laid out before them. The food tasting more delicious, than it had smelled. It seemed like everyone had big appetites, after their long travels to get here. The food certainly got rid of her hunger to say the least. Wiping her mouth clean, using one of the napkins after she finished eating. She took a sip of her wine.

That's when the King made his entrance. All eyes seemed to focus on Alexander. Rosalind tilted her head slightly as she listened to his speech. Somehow, the speech seemed forced. Like the King despised the very idea of this ball, yet hosted it nonetheless. [Color=Lightseagreen]"This is going to be interesting."[/Color] The young Princess muttered to herself. Feeling a bit more nervous, now that he made his presence known. But she knew that her parents would want her to somehow, make herself known. That's why they made her come here, after all. Whilst it wouldn't be unwise to loose track of the reason, why she was here. Everyone was already trying to crowd around the host of this ball. Either it was a tough competition, or the other ladies were just desperate to be chosen; to become a Queen. Most of these were probably just power hungry, if anything. But it was a sad truth, in Rosalind's world. Most young women were raised to chase after status, money and power. But she herself was different. Even though she was born a royal. She could care less, about chasing after more power and money. Not daring to be so selfish. Rosalind always cared more, about what was on the 'inside', than anything else.

For now, Rosalind did her best to mingle around the ball room with other people. Not wanting to over-crowd the King more than he already was. As she moved across the ballroom, someone's shadow seemed to follow her around; as if by a magnetic pull towards her own. Not sure if someone was following her, to make conversation with her. Or simply, someone's shadow was just there with the close proximity of people standing together. But nonetheless, she tried to figure out who's shadow it was. Rosalind felt weirdly drawn to the shadow. A weird pull, she couldn't quiet explain.