[center][color=#C84808][h1]Askel Camila[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: [url=https://imgur.com/pIXFlLx]Starry Night Attire[/url]
Interactions N/A
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It had been a very long time since he had been announced like this. The wandering prince of Varian took his place among higher society, where fineries and trappings of decadence lined the halls. Watchful, curious eyes pierced into him as curious murmurs had not fallen deaf upon Attendants scurried about and music swelled to the movements of elegant movements of guests gliding across the dance floor dressed in their finest attires. It was business as usual, an eeriness that had not escaped his notice. The queen of a country had been burned at the stake and here they were gorging themselves and dancing the night away. 

The dissonance had not escaped Askel. For lack of a better word, it was surreal how a beloved figure of a kingdom could so easily be betrayed and forgotten by so many of denizens that she ruled over, by her own husband. It was no wonder that his parents had wanted little to do with the kingdom, especially with a man like King Edin at its helm. All he wanted to do was to scoop his family and his beloved into his arms and take the first train out of this godforsaken kingdom, but alas that was not meant to be. 

All he could do was to make the best of a terrible situation, but one would have never thought any the wiser if they were to look at him for Askel; he stood with a regal posture fitting that of a knight and a sociable, charming smile fitting of a prince. His attire of choice was a black suit, militaristic in nature that accentuated his powerful figure, with some gold ornamentations and a blue cloak that draped past his shoulders.  The only thing that made him feel naked was the fact that he had to leave his sword at the door. 

Held between his gloved hands was a glass of wine, his dark violet eyes scanned the room. While he could not deny the reservations he held, he could also not deny the light bubbliness that floated in his chest. It certainly was not from the wine. 

Sleep had evaded him the night prior, boyish excitement with thoughts of a beautiful woman that he hoped to see again had ruled his mind. Never before had his heart had raced before and he could only wait until he sees her again so that they could once again dance like they did before. 

So, he waited.