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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 [@Chrys] Amira [@princess] Count Emil
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[color=#B5B1CE][b]Aesthetic:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/dTgHufo.png]Ball Outfit & Hair[/url]
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[color=#fff4b1][i]Oh, Gods, you didn’t hear?[/i][/color]

[color=#B5B1CE]Elena hid her shock at Amira’s lack of awareness. Instead, she gathered herself with a quiet sigh and turned to look at Nora who was on the verge of tears. Of course. They were all witchblood, after all. Elena’s heart shattered at the sight of her triplet barely holding it together. 

Elena’s gaze shot back to Count Emil. Though he gave no outward reaction, she suspected that he was relishing their ignorance and grief. Fury rose up inside of her and the thought of smacking him crossed her mind, but she refrained. Instead, she took a deep breath and moved in front of the two girls so that they were hidden by her taller frame. If he made any attempt to side-step her, she was ready and would block him.

[color=#fff4b1]”Ladies, why don’t you go find us a table and bring food?”[/color] It was not a question–Nora would recognize it as her command to get out. She gave her a look that read: “don’t argue with me, go.” 

Then, Elena spoke directly to Emil with ferocity. 

[color=#fff4b1]”As for you,”[/color] Elena was close enough now for him to briefly smell the mixture of lavender and smoke clinging faintly to her. [color=#fff4b1]”I’ve heard enough about you to know that a sewer rat would be more fit for your title.”[/color] Her voice was quiet enough so that only he could hear it. [color=#fff4b1]“That behavior is unbecoming of a Count and host to visiting dignitaries. I’m certain the Crown would expect more decorum from you.”[/color]

Elena was fine, though being this close to him was far from tolerable.[/color]