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[color=#B5B1CE][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=#fff4b1]Evening 
[color=#B5B1CE][b]Location:[/b][/color] Danrose Castle 
[color=#B5B1CE][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@HylianRose] Nora [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@Chrys] Amira [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@princess] Count Emil
[color=#B5B1CE][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] 
[@ReusableSword] Roman [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@Oso] Ambrose [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@AuthenticTomb] Sylvia [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@HylianRose] Lucian [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@Remram] Magnus/Askel [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] [@princess] Princess Anastasia, Marina, Count Emil & Edin [color=E6E6FA]✿[/color] 
[color=#B5B1CE][b]Aesthetic:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/dTgHufo.png]Ball Outfit & Hair[/url]
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[color=#B5B1CE]The clanging and banging of metal against metal was music to Elena’s ears. The heat of the fire behind her warmed her and ensured she’d never grow cold like a blanket. The grease under her fingernails was more of an aesthetic than hindrance. Her brunette locks tied back into a messy bun. Her blacksmith attire had quickly morphed into formal attire, much to her displeasure.

Neither the grand ballroom, nor the formal attire pleased her. She had been so close to figuring out something and had to be reminded of the ball by one of her family’s servants. Still, she relented, because missing the first ball since Nora and Magnus’ awful events could not be missed. She needed to be there for them–there would be no stopping her.

Elena stood at the mouth of the entrance. Her gaze swept over the sea of dresses and suits, the cacophony of chatter, the bright lights shining upon everyone, the shimmer of jewellery and the delicious trays of savory foods and desserts. Gods, she hoped there was chocolate. Ellie ruffled her hair once more to tease the locks. Her name was called and then she waltzed down the steps, her boots clicking against the steps meticulously. 

Once she reached the ground floor, she began looking over everyone. She recognized the red haired royalty and Ambrose, though they didn’t all stand together, each of them was engaged in conversation with another person. However, seeing Lucian without Sophie caused her heart to pang. Lord Roman was alone with the chaos ball known as Sylvia, and she smiled faintly. Further to the right stood Princess Anastasia—Ellie’s heart sank—alongside a gentleman she didn’t recognize, perhaps a Shehzade, and Lady Ariella. Beside them was her dearest brother. She wanted to jump in, but she decided to give him some time. It would be rude to join them unless it was necessary. Then, her gaze moved from person to person until she found her sister. Finally, she found her with a beautiful Shehzadi, with… Count Emil? She frowned and her eyes furrowed. Shivers ran down her spine and it was as though she had been dunked in cold water. 

She nearly forgot her introduction to the King, so she paused and made eye contact with him. Her gaze was polite and sincere, though her expression masked her true feelings of the vermin before her. How dare he. While Ellie wanted to say something, it would not do them well. The less attention their witchblood family had, the better they would be. 

[color=#fff4b1]”Good evening, Your Majesty. The ball is lovely. May the Gods shine upon you.”[/color] She curtsied for him and gave him a respectful nod. Her smile was gracious and pleasant, masking her thoughts underneath. 

[color=#fff4b1][i]I hope the Gods strike you down with lightning and save this kingdom from you. The smallest worm in the world would make a better king than you.[/i][/color]

She straightened up and moved into the crowd, making her way over towards Nora’s group. Ellie ensured her sister could see her first so she didn’t spook her. She assessed the trio—so far, all seemed well, though she didn’t know how long it would last. She joined them with a warm smile.

[color=#fff4b1]”Good evening.”[/color] Ellie greeted with a radiant smile and positivity. [color=#fff4b1]”How are you all tonight?”[/color] There was gentleness and warmth about it. Underneath those layers was a savagery she would exude if anyone dared mess with her dearest siblings. [/color]